<?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-7005545</id><updated>2011-04-22T08:19:23.157+12:00</updated><category term='Random'/><category term='experience'/><category term='I can&apos;t wait.'/><category term='You.'/><category term='WORDS.'/><category term='Wednesday'/><category term='Drama'/><title type='text'>nisha.</title><subtitle type='html'>Like those speeding cars in the highway, I try so hard to keep up with the pace.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetmiseryy.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7005545/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetmiseryy.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7005545/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>nisha.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10101356350098767586</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>219</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7005545.post-4889027376291721611</id><published>2009-01-01T05:46:00.001+12:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T05:47:55.047+12:00</updated><title type='text'>moved</title><content type='html'>actually, I've moved my thoughts to sweetmiseryy.vox.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cos i think voxers are cool. =) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happy 2009.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7005545-4889027376291721611?l=sweetmiseryy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetmiseryy.blogspot.com/feeds/4889027376291721611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7005545&amp;postID=4889027376291721611' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7005545/posts/default/4889027376291721611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7005545/posts/default/4889027376291721611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetmiseryy.blogspot.com/2009/01/moved.html' title='moved'/><author><name>nisha.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10101356350098767586</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7005545.post-7266559270753764607</id><published>2007-07-26T15:50:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2007-07-26T15:55:39.838+13:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>DUMB.</title><content type='html'>Just a few days to go and I'll be back to how I use to be - carefree! YAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Walk with me above the trees&lt;br /&gt;Across the urban sky&lt;br /&gt;Take my hand&lt;br /&gt;Cause i won’t let you fall&lt;br /&gt;I gotta tell ya&lt;br /&gt;Never felt like this before, &lt;br /&gt;it’s all so new to me &lt;br /&gt;So, can you please,&lt;br /&gt;Just be a dear and tell me what it means.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-James Wendt&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7005545-7266559270753764607?l=sweetmiseryy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetmiseryy.blogspot.com/feeds/7266559270753764607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7005545&amp;postID=7266559270753764607' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7005545/posts/default/7266559270753764607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7005545/posts/default/7266559270753764607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetmiseryy.blogspot.com/2007/07/dumb.html' title='DUMB.'/><author><name>nisha.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10101356350098767586</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><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7005545.post-3670695569348623033</id><published>2007-05-30T04:23:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2007-05-30T04:34:04.850+13:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>I'm still immature, I realise in a wrong situation.</title><content type='html'>And i wrote four simple words,&lt;br /&gt;Not expecting it to change your life.&lt;br /&gt;The decision i'm about to make,&lt;br /&gt;Can decide who might end up with.&lt;br /&gt;I'm confused with many possibilities running in my head.&lt;br /&gt;As you should know now,&lt;br /&gt;I'm bad when it comes to deciding.&lt;br /&gt;Should i say or should i not?&lt;br /&gt;I ponder over the possibilities again and agina,&lt;br /&gt;Not coming to any conclusion.&lt;br /&gt;The third person involved doesn't seem to help me.&lt;br /&gt;As i'm writing this,&lt;br /&gt;I wonder whether you crying because of me.&lt;br /&gt;I feel bad and i'll feel even bad if i'm so decide your fate.&lt;br /&gt;Since as you very well know,&lt;br /&gt;I'm bad when it comes to deciding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh cheese monster! You are so not helping me in deciding what I should do! You are partly at fault for what I'm going through, though I was the one who started it. Argg! I shouldn't be thinking of this right now when I've a stupid website to complete. Why did i write that? I'm so immature and my childsh act has got me into trouble. I should make the right choice before HE laugh at me AGAIN.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7005545-3670695569348623033?l=sweetmiseryy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetmiseryy.blogspot.com/feeds/3670695569348623033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7005545&amp;postID=3670695569348623033' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7005545/posts/default/3670695569348623033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7005545/posts/default/3670695569348623033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetmiseryy.blogspot.com/2007/05/im-still-immature-i-realise-in-wrong.html' title='I&apos;m still immature, I realise in a wrong situation.'/><author><name>nisha.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10101356350098767586</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><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7005545.post-1805925950429786682</id><published>2007-05-15T20:08:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2007-05-15T20:15:48.372+13:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>My day was ruined.</title><content type='html'>You ruined the merry day.&lt;br /&gt;You stole our happiness.&lt;br /&gt;You think you can compensate by buying gifts?&lt;br /&gt;I know who you were with all those while.&lt;br /&gt;Yet, you can lie without cringing.&lt;br /&gt;Isn’t it obvious, you shameless bastard.&lt;br /&gt;After you met her, the time we spend together has shortened.&lt;br /&gt;No, I don’t even remember the last time we spend time together.&lt;br /&gt;That witch smiles and snatched you away from us.&lt;br /&gt;That whore, I’ll never forgive her.&lt;br /&gt;Others might, but I will never.&lt;br /&gt;How can I when,&lt;br /&gt;She is the bitch who stole my once-bright life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7005545-1805925950429786682?l=sweetmiseryy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetmiseryy.blogspot.com/feeds/1805925950429786682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7005545&amp;postID=1805925950429786682' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7005545/posts/default/1805925950429786682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7005545/posts/default/1805925950429786682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetmiseryy.blogspot.com/2007/05/my-day-was-ruined.html' title='My day was ruined.'/><author><name>nisha.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10101356350098767586</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7005545.post-8833694290515309116</id><published>2007-05-11T21:28:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2007-05-11T21:28:09.450+13:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>I'm weird. Everyone knows.</title><content type='html'>For Ros.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;6 Weird Things About Me&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I love Techno. The fast, heavy electronic dance music makes me feel good and high.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I don't like seaweed, but I like sushi. Not LOVE sushi, just LIKE.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I love listening to songs with lyrics that don't make sense to me, especially when I don't understand the language. E.g. Japanese songs. And, I like memorizing and singing the song at the top of my voice. Ask my mom, she knows it best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. I laughed when I first watched Bride of the Chucky, because I think Chucky looks funny, and especially hilarious when he says "F**K". I was the only one laughing in the cinema. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. I think Ricky Martin is hot, even though he's old, particularly when he shakes his butt. I don't find that weird, but others find it so. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. I like observing people. And, when I do that, I tend to stare at them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm suppose to tag 6 people, but let me break the rule this one time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7005545-8833694290515309116?l=sweetmiseryy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetmiseryy.blogspot.com/feeds/8833694290515309116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7005545&amp;postID=8833694290515309116' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7005545/posts/default/8833694290515309116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7005545/posts/default/8833694290515309116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetmiseryy.blogspot.com/2007/04/im-weird-everyone-knows.html' title='I&apos;m weird. Everyone knows.'/><author><name>nisha.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10101356350098767586</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><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7005545.post-8125345110850659142</id><published>2007-05-11T19:52:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2007-05-11T20:10:18.247+13:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>I can see my 'To Do' list getting shorter!</title><content type='html'>News Writing test is over, but I'm not sure whether I did my best. There goes my 15%. Oh well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need a shell.&lt;br /&gt;where I can hide in,&lt;br /&gt;and where I can run to, &lt;br /&gt;when things get out of hand,&lt;br /&gt;or when times like this.&lt;br /&gt;People surrounding me have plans about everything,&lt;br /&gt;their career is set out,&lt;br /&gt;their life is a well-strategical movie.&lt;br /&gt;But I'm still an immatured kid, &lt;br /&gt;always trying to figure out things.&lt;br /&gt;wondering whether I'm right on track. &lt;br /&gt;I told myself today, &lt;br /&gt;that I'll be impulsive no more&lt;br /&gt;and I'll start being dependable.&lt;br /&gt;But, deep inside I know,&lt;br /&gt;my life will continue this way. &lt;br /&gt;till I learn my mistakes.&lt;br /&gt;Nothing will change this fast&lt;br /&gt;and lots of time is needed.&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait.&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait for the day I grow up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7005545-8125345110850659142?l=sweetmiseryy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetmiseryy.blogspot.com/feeds/8125345110850659142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7005545&amp;postID=8125345110850659142' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7005545/posts/default/8125345110850659142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7005545/posts/default/8125345110850659142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetmiseryy.blogspot.com/2007/05/i-can-see-my-to-do-list-getting-shorter.html' title='I can see my &apos;To Do&apos; list getting shorter!'/><author><name>nisha.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10101356350098767586</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7005545.post-5767326842564709818</id><published>2007-05-05T15:34:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2007-05-05T15:39:39.613+13:00</updated><title type='text'>And, I wondered.</title><content type='html'>And, we sat on your worn-out couch.&lt;br /&gt;Watching Supernatural, and then Survivor.&lt;br /&gt;4 cups of hot chocolate, &lt;br /&gt;2 plates of butter cookies,&lt;br /&gt;and 4 pairs of feet rested on the antique table.&lt;br /&gt;We drooled on Dean, you two burped out loud.&lt;br /&gt;Just like an ordinary Friday night, some 3 years ago.&lt;br /&gt;It felt like it wasn’t so long ago that we last did this.&lt;br /&gt;I wondered when I’ll be here with you again,&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe this is the last.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, we decided to go for a midnight walk after.&lt;br /&gt;Our laughter broke the silent spell that the long road was holding on to. &lt;br /&gt;Our loud voices echoed back at us as you started telling stupid ghost stories.&lt;br /&gt;They weren’t scary, yet we oooo-ed and ahhh-ed like no one’s business.&lt;br /&gt;We always ended up laughing at the end of each supposedly scary story.&lt;br /&gt;Like as if trying to scare ourselves wasn’t enough, we started making prank calls to random people.&lt;br /&gt;After pranking our third victim, &lt;br /&gt;Just like old times, I thought out loud.&lt;br /&gt;He, she and you turned with silly grins on your faces.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, we can do this more often if Miss I’m-so-busy isn’t so busy, he said.&lt;br /&gt;I wondered when I’ll be here with you again,&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe this is the last.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, we walked along the canal.&lt;br /&gt;The canal where we played catching and iceman almost everyday.&lt;br /&gt;The canal where we tried to fish, though we knew well there weren’t any.&lt;br /&gt;Now, as we walk along the canal.&lt;br /&gt;We laughed about the time you threatened to throw me in the canal.&lt;br /&gt;I believed you would, if I were to tell your dad about your forgery.&lt;br /&gt;We laughed about the moments we had together with the canal.&lt;br /&gt;This very canal holds all our secrets and mischief.&lt;br /&gt;I wondered when I’ll be here with you again,&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe this is the last.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, we were on our back.&lt;br /&gt;Lying on the wet grass.&lt;br /&gt;I didn’t know grass can smell so sweet. &lt;br /&gt;It didn’t matter how sloppy we looked.&lt;br /&gt;Or how much the mud was soaking our tees.&lt;br /&gt;We were together, that’s what matters.&lt;br /&gt;Gazing at the twinkling stars.&lt;br /&gt;Tonight the stars decided to show up, you said.&lt;br /&gt;While munching on our all-time favorite gummies,&lt;br /&gt;I wondered when I’ll be here with you again,&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe this is the last.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7005545-5767326842564709818?l=sweetmiseryy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetmiseryy.blogspot.com/feeds/5767326842564709818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7005545&amp;postID=5767326842564709818' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7005545/posts/default/5767326842564709818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7005545/posts/default/5767326842564709818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetmiseryy.blogspot.com/2007/05/and-i-wondered.html' title='And, I wondered.'/><author><name>nisha.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10101356350098767586</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7005545.post-2888127396991164896</id><published>2007-05-03T15:54:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2007-05-03T18:25:00.074+13:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>You and me define how we should be.</title><content type='html'>And, last night, someone made Paula sad.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cYPnjLbPH5c"&gt;Simon Kisses ...&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really, what happened to the wide smile she had before Simon decided to kiss Lakisha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our eyes met for a second.&lt;br /&gt;And, drifted away the next.&lt;br /&gt;My head knew I had to go over.&lt;br /&gt;But, my heart commanded to do otherwise.&lt;br /&gt;After a minute of consideration,&lt;br /&gt;I turned to his direction.&lt;br /&gt;Only to find an empty space where he stood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really, Nicole Ritchie at last decided to eat properly. JM must be treating her pretty well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7005545-2888127396991164896?l=sweetmiseryy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetmiseryy.blogspot.com/feeds/2888127396991164896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7005545&amp;postID=2888127396991164896' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7005545/posts/default/2888127396991164896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7005545/posts/default/2888127396991164896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetmiseryy.blogspot.com/2007/05/you-and-me-define-how-we-should-be.html' title='You and me define how we should be.'/><author><name>nisha.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10101356350098767586</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7005545.post-689263447493700</id><published>2007-05-01T21:50:00.001+13:00</published><updated>2007-05-01T22:09:29.266+13:00</updated><title type='text'>Courting My Own Death.</title><content type='html'>Seriously, what the hell is wrong with me? I'm supposed to start on my WebD assignment and I spent the last 3 days watching Jap movies. OMG! I'm so courting my death &lt;i&gt;lah&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, Yang Boon Bay just IMed me that BAMBINO! episode 2 is out! I'm excited, but there goes my Tuesday. I'm supposed to start on my WebD journal, but just for today, I shall put MatsuJun highest on my priority list. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Having a clandestine relationship with you,&lt;br /&gt;proves to be a hard task.&lt;br /&gt;Allow me to take back my words,&lt;br /&gt;and we'll go back how we used to be.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7005545-689263447493700?l=sweetmiseryy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetmiseryy.blogspot.com/feeds/689263447493700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7005545&amp;postID=689263447493700' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7005545/posts/default/689263447493700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7005545/posts/default/689263447493700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetmiseryy.blogspot.com/2007/05/courting-my-own-death_01.html' title='Courting My Own Death.'/><author><name>nisha.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10101356350098767586</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7005545.post-2758866813363961610</id><published>2007-04-18T19:12:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2007-04-18T19:27:47.660+13:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wednesday'/><title type='text'>Not any Wednesday.</title><content type='html'>Early morning Web D lessons can be pretty inspirational, though I couldn't possibly concentrate with the low temp of the room. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I take the first step on a journey,&lt;br /&gt;the unfamiliarity sank in deep.&lt;br /&gt;My companion, I wondered who.&lt;br /&gt;Only to realise it was none other than you.&lt;br /&gt;After all you did, &lt;br /&gt;I couldn't expect anymore from you.&lt;br /&gt;Wanting to show my appreciation in a lavish way,&lt;br /&gt;but all I could come up with is a simple thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doesn't that sound like some old school pop song lyric?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7005545-2758866813363961610?l=sweetmiseryy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetmiseryy.blogspot.com/feeds/2758866813363961610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7005545&amp;postID=2758866813363961610' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7005545/posts/default/2758866813363961610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7005545/posts/default/2758866813363961610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetmiseryy.blogspot.com/2007/04/not-any-wednesday.html' title='Not any Wednesday.'/><author><name>nisha.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10101356350098767586</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7005545.post-5314572440774815637</id><published>2007-03-20T21:35:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2007-03-20T21:39:55.027+12:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Drama'/><title type='text'>Drama craze.</title><content type='html'>At last I had the chance to watch the final episode of Hana Yori Dango 2! I can daringly say that it’s one of the best episodes. It would have been a great ending if the other F4 members had found their true love, especially Rui. And, there was the best proposal ever made to a girl! Lol. I was smiling away like a doofus. Matsumoto Jun looked his best, though I prefer him in Kimi wa Petto. JUN. The gay-iest, yet cute looking man in the world. I can’t wait for his next project, Bambino! Yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So meanwhile, I’m putting aside my Jap drama craze (at least till my torrent complete downloading Nobuta wo Produce) and going with the Korean wave. Thanks to amoola’s vast experience in the watching the many Korean dramas, I trusted her when she said 1% of Anything is the best Korean drama, due to its soap opera like and dramatic storyline. Damn am I addicted to it now. Next Korean drama would be Great Inheritance. Lol. I’ve no life, seriously. Except for the occasional outing with james, amoola, sab, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, there’s the upcoming Notebook Fair. I so don’t want to participate in it. &lt;i&gt;Just for CCA points, just for CCA points.&lt;/i&gt; I’d better get a great deal of CCA points for this. I’ve to stand at the FMS booth from 0900-1800, for three days. I’ve to remember to bring along my notebook, so that I can watch dramas during breaks. And, Thank God, there’s Jalyn to entertain me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7005545-5314572440774815637?l=sweetmiseryy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetmiseryy.blogspot.com/feeds/5314572440774815637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7005545&amp;postID=5314572440774815637' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7005545/posts/default/5314572440774815637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7005545/posts/default/5314572440774815637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetmiseryy.blogspot.com/2007/03/drama-craze.html' title='Drama craze.'/><author><name>nisha.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10101356350098767586</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><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7005545.post-8053999904165504693</id><published>2007-02-22T22:36:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2007-02-22T22:54:06.373+12:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I can&apos;t wait.'/><title type='text'>Beautiful.</title><content type='html'>My life's going to change for the better. &amp; i can't wait for the surprises that are going to come along.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait for &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;our kayaking trip&lt;/span&gt;. (Girls! Waitingwaiting!)&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait to &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;crap with mirah&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait to &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;talk to sabby&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait to &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;smell popcorn&lt;/span&gt; in cinemas.&lt;br /&gt;Actually I can't wait to smell the cinemas.&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait to watch &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Veronica Mars&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Jalyn burn the cd fastfast! I'm rotting at home)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait to know the ending of &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;HanaKimi&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(I'm at episode 13! I need more!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait for &lt;strong&gt;Nicole Ritchie and Joel Madden&lt;/strong&gt; to break up. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Though they look good together. At least better than HD and JM)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait for &lt;strong&gt;Anna Nicole's secret&lt;/strong&gt; to be revealed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I can't wait, I can't wait, I can't wait for so many things.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YAY. Life is beautiful. I mean it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7005545-8053999904165504693?l=sweetmiseryy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetmiseryy.blogspot.com/feeds/8053999904165504693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7005545&amp;postID=8053999904165504693' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7005545/posts/default/8053999904165504693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7005545/posts/default/8053999904165504693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetmiseryy.blogspot.com/2007/02/beautiful.html' title='Beautiful.'/><author><name>nisha.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10101356350098767586</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7005545.post-1391680061963484230</id><published>2007-02-10T00:11:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2007-02-10T00:17:51.994+12:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='experience'/><title type='text'>Regret is equivalent to death.</title><content type='html'>I really regretted taking part. It just didn't help me. &amp; it's killing me slowly. But, I can't complain. After all I went through, I can only appreciate the experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; Anna Nicole is dead. It's shocking.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7005545-1391680061963484230?l=sweetmiseryy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetmiseryy.blogspot.com/feeds/1391680061963484230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7005545&amp;postID=1391680061963484230' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7005545/posts/default/1391680061963484230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7005545/posts/default/1391680061963484230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetmiseryy.blogspot.com/2007/02/regrets-is-equivalent-to-death.html' title='Regret is equivalent to death.'/><author><name>nisha.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10101356350098767586</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><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7005545.post-6305220699794775123</id><published>2007-02-01T21:05:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2007-02-01T21:48:18.107+12:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='You.'/><title type='text'>The real you, I like.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Behind the painted face, I see the real you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Never mind all the reconstructions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Never mind all those late night hours.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;I like you for what's inside.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;And, not what's outside.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7005545-6305220699794775123?l=sweetmiseryy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetmiseryy.blogspot.com/feeds/6305220699794775123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7005545&amp;postID=6305220699794775123' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7005545/posts/default/6305220699794775123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7005545/posts/default/6305220699794775123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetmiseryy.blogspot.com/2007/02/real-you-i-like.html' title='The real you, I like.'/><author><name>nisha.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10101356350098767586</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7005545.post-7004159518947093709</id><published>2007-02-01T02:42:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2007-02-01T02:54:08.821+12:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='WORDS.'/><title type='text'>Trying to find the words.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Drowning in a flood of thoughts, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Pouring over one another, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Fighting for predominance. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Words flashing through my mind like a strobe. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Blinding flashes of light followed by total darkness. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;A myriad of colors and textures, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Fading away. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Unable to capture the momentum, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;To harness the energy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;They drift away like dust on a sunbeam, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Intangible&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;- Cathlyn Cartier&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exactly what I feel.&lt;br /&gt;Just a few days to go and I'm ready to rot like I've never before.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7005545-7004159518947093709?l=sweetmiseryy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetmiseryy.blogspot.com/feeds/7004159518947093709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7005545&amp;postID=7004159518947093709' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7005545/posts/default/7004159518947093709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7005545/posts/default/7004159518947093709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetmiseryy.blogspot.com/2007/02/trying-to-find-words.html' title='Trying to find the words.'/><author><name>nisha.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10101356350098767586</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7005545.post-115979804167789215</id><published>2006-10-03T02:51:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2006-10-03T03:07:21.703+13:00</updated><title type='text'>It's been long, I know.</title><content type='html'>It's been long, I know. I'm just getting more lazy as I grow older each day. Updates first. I went on a ten-days research trip to the Philippines and I was back on, wait, I can't remember...Oh! I was back on 200906, Wednesday. On my trip there, I missed two episodes of ANTM and the first episode of Project Runway! Man, I was extremely sad about missing the FIRST episode of Project Runway. But, hey, who am I kidding? I had great fun over at the Philippines. Though the Philippins is in a big mess, seriously, it's in a bad state, my time spent there will always be cherished. Most importantly, the research experience I gained over the trip is so so valuable. And, I converse alot in Singlish over in the Philippines. LOL. More on my thoughts of the journey on the next post. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, my comments on SI. Though it ended like last week, when the result was announced only one thought came to my mind: "It's like another Taufik Batisah". I'm not stating this because Hady Mirza is a malay. Certainly NOT. That's not the only similarity between our first SI and the current one. One outstanding similarity is the way they perform and deliver their songs to the audience. Their performance style is so alike and their voice is pretty similar, to a small extent actually. Well, I hated (and still hating, I still wonder why I voted for him. Grrrr...!) our first SI. Now, can you expect me to support our new SI? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. I know you won't read this, but still...Jonathan Leong, I can't wait for your album. &lt;s&gt;Calling you my idol would be an insult, considering that two men I hate is holding that title. So, I shall say, YOU ARE MY STAR.&lt;/s&gt; And, you are my star.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7005545-115979804167789215?l=sweetmiseryy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetmiseryy.blogspot.com/feeds/115979804167789215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7005545&amp;postID=115979804167789215' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7005545/posts/default/115979804167789215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7005545/posts/default/115979804167789215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetmiseryy.blogspot.com/2006/10/its-been-long-i-know.html' title='It&apos;s been long, I know.'/><author><name>nisha.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10101356350098767586</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7005545.post-115729873858279586</id><published>2006-09-04T04:00:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2006-09-04T05:14:53.870+13:00</updated><title type='text'>I'M GOING NUTS OVER 'OOHHLALA'. IT ALL STARTED WITH MY TESTIMONIAL TO DANIEEL. OOHLALA, BABY!</title><content type='html'>&lt;S&gt;I READ HIS BLOG AND ALL THE KIDDISH MEMORIES CAME RUSHING BACK. SARDINE. I'LL NEVER FORGET THE TIMES I SPENT WITH THEM THOUGH I DON'T TALK TO THEM ANYMORE. SERIOUSLY, I MISS THOSE MOMENTS. &lt;S&gt;ESPECIALLY PRIMARY 4&lt;/S&gt;. MAN. WHY DID I GO TO HIS BLOG?&lt;/S&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;BORING 'WHAT I DID TODAY' POST AHEAD...&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went shopping today! YAY! First to Lucky Plaza with Sofyan, Bruce and Gibby for the Philippines research thingy. We didn't really interview a lot of Foreign Domestic Workers a.k.a FDWs. And we were, or especially I, felt self-conscious in there. Later to funan with THE FAMILY to get my Sony PURPLE thumbdrive. Hooray! I wanted ORANGE but don't have &lt;i&gt;lah&lt;/i&gt;. But, nevermind PURPLE is second to best. Then, on to mosque. I was cam-whoring all the way to and from the mosque. Late lunch at Peninsular. THE MEN OF THE HOUSE left for home because they didn't want to go shopping with me. I dragged my mom along though she was feeling reallyreally tired. Well, I'm happy happy with what I bought. Though I'm like supersuper broke now &lt;i&gt;lah&lt;/i&gt;. I shopped at Tangs. Bought a new pair of HEELS, BAG, POLO TEE and PANTS! I was depressed for the past few days and now I'm feeling so so contented! Especially with my new bag and heels. Oh my! I wanted to get this another bag but my mummy didn't allow me &lt;i&gt;lah&lt;/i&gt;. OH AMIRAH! I STILL WANT TO GET THAT BAG WE SAW IN IMM. LOL. HOPEFULLY STILL HAVE &lt;I&gt;LAH&lt;/I&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I AM GOING TO CATHAY TO WATCH &lt;U&gt;MONSTER HOUSE&lt;/U&gt; TOMORROW WITH MY 2 EVER-LOVING PEOPLE, ELAINE YANG WENHUI AND EUNICE LI SHIQI. LALAS-! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="6"&gt;&lt;u&gt;This is fun!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Put your music player on shuffle.&lt;br /&gt;2. Press forward for each question.&lt;br /&gt;3. Use the song title as the answer to the question even if it doesnt make sense. NO CHEATING!&lt;br /&gt;4. Tag 5 ppl at their tagboard to ask them to do this! (LAZY TO DO THIS THOUGH)&lt;br /&gt;5. Bold the questions and with the answers, give your own comments on how it relates to the questions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How are you feeling today?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Overrated by Gavin Degraw&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_Not at all, &lt;i&gt;lah&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will you get far in life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;Force Fed Brutality by Bloody Embrace&lt;/B&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_lol. Totally brutally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do your friends see you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I Just Wanna Live by Good Charlotte&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_That didn't make much sense, did it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will you get married?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;A Bell Will Ring by Oasis&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_I think that would be a yes. (Wedding bells, bells, get the small connection?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is your best friend's theme song?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Fell In Love With a Girl by The White Stripes&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_hahas- Amirah fell in love with a girl! Is that girl me??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is the story of your life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;Champagne for my real friends, real pain for my sham friends by Fall Out Boy&lt;/B&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_Oh. That's like so true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What was high school like?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Importance of Being Idle by Oasis&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_A big yesyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How far ahead can you get in life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Predictable by Good Charlotte&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_I HOPE it is predictable. Hokay, is the 'Predictable' good or bad?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is the best thing about your friends?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;The National Anthem by Radiohead&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_OH...Is it?? Though I miss singing the anthem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is in store for this weekend?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Banana Co. by Radiohead&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_YAY! Lots and lots of bananas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What song describes you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;So Much I by Red Hot Chilli Pepper&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_I am so not self-absorbed &lt;i&gt;lah&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To describe your grandparents?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Family Portrait by Pink&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_Hmmms-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How is your life going?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Walk Alone by Jack Johnson&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_Very much alone. {Slips into depression mode.}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What song will they play at your funeral?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Gravity Grave by The Verve&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_lol. Isn't that a perfect song? I mean, I personally feel this is a nature song. It feels that way whenever I listen to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How does the world see you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Dollars &amp; Cents by Radiohead&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_Hohos- That's a good joke. {Rolls eyes} For shouting out loud, I'M BROKE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will you have a happy life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Nothing Hurts Like Love by Daniel Bedingfield&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_Let me assume that it is a NO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do your friends really think of you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Life In a Glass House by Radiohead&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_Whoa! My life is &lt;i&gt;not that much&lt;/i&gt; of an open book. I've plenty of &lt;u&gt;juicy secrets&lt;/u&gt; that only I know, you know...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do people secretly lust after you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Shiver by Maroon 5&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_Should I take it as a YES?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can I make myself happy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Water Shows the Hidden Heart by Enya&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_WATER do make me happy! I feel so energised once I take a bath and go to sleep. &lt;i&gt;HEAVENLY, please.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What should you do with your life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Shopping For Blood by Franz Ferdinand&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_Ohhhh.... Seeking for revenge?? I specialise in that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will you ever have children?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Paradise City by Guns and Roses&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_Oohlala! More babies more fun. hahas- Paradise=Sin Hornyhorny people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired. But, I can't seem to sleep. Right now, either an excessive dose of animal tranquilizer or a &lt;b&gt;full-body massage&lt;/b&gt; could possibly do the trick. Though I prefer the latter. Who wants to get into my good books by treating me to a full-body massage?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PLEASE??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PRETTY, PLEASE???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7005545-115729873858279586?l=sweetmiseryy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetmiseryy.blogspot.com/feeds/115729873858279586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7005545&amp;postID=115729873858279586' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7005545/posts/default/115729873858279586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7005545/posts/default/115729873858279586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetmiseryy.blogspot.com/2006/09/im-going-nuts-over-oohhlala-it-all.html' title='I&apos;M GOING NUTS OVER &apos;OOHHLALA&apos;. IT ALL STARTED WITH MY TESTIMONIAL TO DANIEEL. OOHLALA, BABY!'/><author><name>nisha.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10101356350098767586</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7005545.post-115609403625281553</id><published>2006-08-21T04:45:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2006-09-04T03:53:26.306+13:00</updated><title type='text'>MY BIRTHDAY...HEY! I'M OLDER BUT NOT VERY WISE YET.</title><content type='html'>&lt;FONT COLOR="BROWN"&gt;My long overdued post. lol. I just didn't had the time to post it.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;{140806-A Brand New Year For Me}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yah. I totally forgot to thank those who gave me birthday wishes before/on/after my birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HUGE/ENORMOUS/GIGANTIC THANK YOU TO:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_AMIRAH: THE FIRST AT TWELVE. THANKS ALOT FOR THE PRESENT. I &lt;3 YOU. YAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_HUI MEI&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_SHAN LING BABE! YOU'RE VERY DEAR TO ME TOO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_JAMES FOR THE BIRTHDAY CAKE! AND, THE STUPID DANCE MOVES TO IMPRESS ME. LOL. YOU NEVER FAIL TO PUT A SMILE ON MY FACE. I APPRECIATE &lt;B&gt;ALL THE TIME YOU SPENT WITH ME WHEN I NEED YOU, FOR APPROXIMATELY TEN YEARS.&lt;/B&gt; &lt;U&gt;MY BESTEST BUDDY AND... I MISS NINA...&lt;/U&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_JAMES' &lt;U&gt;BRAND NEW&lt;/U&gt; STEAD. HAHAS- OKAY. I WON'T LAUGH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_SABBY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_THE SWENSON WAITER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_HUI MIN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_SHARIFAH NOREEN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_DADDY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_MOM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_RAHUMAN BROTHER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_MUHD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_THE WHOLE GRP OF SHONE'S BUDDIES. (I HAD GREAT FUN!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_SHONE HIMSELF, OF COURSE. LOVE YA LOTS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_THE 'Y' FAMILY! HAHAS-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_PHILANA! FUCK A.K.A LOVE YOU TOO, DUDETTE! LOL. MY LOVE FOR YOU WILL NEVER CHANGE. YOU BETTER REMAIN FAITHFUL TO ME TOO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_OH! MEI SHAN. THOUGHT YOU WOULD FORGET CAUSE OF ALL THE STRESS YOU'RE GOING THROUGH.. BUT, NO! YOU SOUNDED SO ENERGETIC! LOL. I'LL BE THERE FOR YOU TOO, MY HONEY BUN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_VJ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_UNKNOWN ONE FROM FRENSTER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_UNKNOWN TWO FROM FRENSTER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_NISH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_ELAINE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_JALYN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_MICHELLE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_MICHELLE'S &lt;B&gt;CUTE&lt;/B&gt; BROTHER. HE'S FIVE. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_STELLA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_PRINCESS GUR!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_HUI MEI, AGAIN. FOR WISHING ME &lt;U&gt;AGAIN&lt;/U&gt;. LOL. YOU JUST LOVE ME, DON'T YOU?? AND I &lt;3 OUR RADIO PRODUCTION TOO! LOL. NOW ALL WE HAVE TO DO IS WAIT FOR OUR AD GRADE TO ARRIVE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_RADHIKA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_SHARMINI DARLING!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_SMALL AMIRA. MISSING YA LOTS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_SWAPNA. MY BESTEST PRIMARY SCHOOL GIRLFRIEND. WE'LL BE FRIENDS LIKE FOREVER AND EVER, TILL WE GROW OLD AND WRINKLES APPEAR!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_MISTER AARON! THAT JOKE WAS SO CRUDE CAN. BUT, IT MADE MY DAY! &lt;3 YOU TOO &lt;I&gt;LAH&lt;/I&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_UNKNOWN THREE. FROM HI5. HAHAS- &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_FANNY! THE GIRL I DIDN'T TALK TO VERY MUCH DURING MI ORIENTATION. BUT, SERIOUSLY, I'M MOVED BY YOUR SINCERITY. NOW, I MISS THOSE DRACO 2 AND MI TIMES.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_MIKE...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_THOSE GUYS WHO HEARD THE BIRTHDAY SONG AND SANG ALONG. LOL. FUNNY &lt;I&gt;LAH&lt;/I&gt;, YOU DUDES. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_OH! REMEMBER THE GUY I BLOGGED ABOUT?? WHOM I &lt;U&gt;WAS&lt;/U&gt; OBSSESSED ABOUT AND HATE?? HE WISHED ME CAN! LOL. HE'S SWEET, ACTUALLY. LET ME BE NICE FOR A CHANGE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_&lt;B&gt;NKF!&lt;/B&gt; THEIR E-CARD WAS SO NICE &lt;I&gt;LAH&lt;/I&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_KANNA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_HARI&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_CHARITY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_DURGESH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_VANITHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_THE 4 DUDETTES I MET ON FRIDAY. SWEETIE PIES. THANKS FOR THE CHOCO, OF COURSE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_VINCENT AND HIS GIRL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_ADAM: THE MOST FUNKIEST DUDE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_WEI SENG... I WAS VERY VERY SHOCKED WHEN I RECEIVED YOUR MSG. I WANT THOSE TIMES BACK WHEN ALL OF US WERE TOGETHER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_SHARON! OH GOSH! THANKS A TON FOR UNDERSTANDING AND FORGIVING ME. REALLY AM SORRY FOR WHAT I DID LAST LAST LAST MONTH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_MY EX-AMATHS TUITION DUDES&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_MY EX-EX-AMATHS DUDES AND DUDETTES&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_MANOJ AND HIS GAY PARTNER. LOL. JKING. I DIDN'T EXPECT TO BUMP INTO YOU, MANOJ. BUT, AT LEAST YOU REMEMBERED MY BIRTHDAY WITHOUT ME TELLING YOU. IF NOT, I'D HAVE BASHED YOU UP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_ALEX, OF COURSE. THE HIMBO. MUHAHAS-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_JOSHUA: THE DUDE WHO SANG A GOOD RENDITION OF SHAYNE WARD'S BACK AT ONE. JUST FOR ME, OKAY. ((;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_NTUC INCOME. HAHAS- &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_DANIEL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_SHERYL AND SUNNY! DON'T FIGHT ANYMORE! I CAN BE THE MIDDLE-'MAN' NO MORE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_FADZLI AND HIS COUSIN. SHE'S PRETTY, FADZLI! THAT IS LIKE THE FOURTH TIME I'M TELLING YOU THAT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_SHALINI&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_GAVIN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_KAREEM BROTHER!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_JOE; MY PERSONAL TEDDY BEAR!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_JAMES' MOTHER AND FATHER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_SAFINAH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_KENNETH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_KENNETH BROTHER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_KENNETH FROM TUITION&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_MAHESH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_OMER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_SAIFUL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_SUFYAN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_SIVA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_SIVA DUDE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_SRIDAS AND HIS MOTHER. LOL. SHE STILL REMEMBERS ME?!?! I WAS IMPRESSED!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_SRI&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_AND, ALL THE OTHERS WHO REMEMBERED MY BIRTHDAY AND WISHED ME WITH SINCERITY. THANKS A BUNCH! ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_LASTLY, MYSELF. FOR BUYING MY OWN BIRTHDAY CAKE. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;I&gt;Certainly not one of my bestest birthday because i had to rush to complete and hand in my written communication and radio assignment. But, I won't complain because I'm blessed with these people who love me lots to remember my birthday.&lt;/I&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;&lt;U&gt;IF YOUR NAME IS NOT IN MY THANK YOU LIST, DON'T TALK TO ME TILL YOU WISH ME ON MY NEXT BIRTHDAY.&lt;/U&gt;&lt;/B&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/7005545-115609403625281553?l=sweetmiseryy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetmiseryy.blogspot.com/feeds/115609403625281553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7005545&amp;postID=115609403625281553' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7005545/posts/default/115609403625281553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7005545/posts/default/115609403625281553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetmiseryy.blogspot.com/2006/08/my-birthdayhey-im-older-but-not-very.html' title='MY BIRTHDAY...HEY! I&apos;M OLDER BUT NOT VERY WISE YET.'/><author><name>nisha.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10101356350098767586</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7005545.post-115608773135414796</id><published>2006-08-21T04:18:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2006-08-21T19:24:00.686+13:00</updated><title type='text'>Inspiring? Maybe not...</title><content type='html'>PM Lee Hsien Loong seem to have shed some pounds. At least, to me. He looked charming during the National &lt;br /&gt;Day Rally. However, I personally felt that he could have done much better in addressing the current issues. I felt the speech he gave wasn't memorable. Oh! I really &lt;b&gt;really&lt;/b&gt; loved the video done by the St. Joseph Convent girls. They were innovative. (They changed the mindset I had of convent girls; you know... they being empty vessels. Okay. That was a stereotype made by me because of a few girls.) Anyway, the video was so heart-warming &lt;i&gt;lah&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"...through hard work and clear thinking..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YAY!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7005545-115608773135414796?l=sweetmiseryy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetmiseryy.blogspot.com/feeds/115608773135414796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7005545&amp;postID=115608773135414796' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7005545/posts/default/115608773135414796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7005545/posts/default/115608773135414796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetmiseryy.blogspot.com/2006/08/inspiring-maybe-not.html' title='Inspiring? Maybe not...'/><author><name>nisha.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10101356350098767586</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7005545.post-115592266595800386</id><published>2006-08-19T06:30:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2006-08-19T06:38:50.756+13:00</updated><title type='text'>WHY IS ALWAYS THE QUESTION...I WONDER WHY.</title><content type='html'>&lt;font color="violet"&gt;It has started again. I'm feeling depressed. Thus, the purple color. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a murderer. I'm a criminal. Please charge me guilty. But, &lt;i&gt;they&lt;/i&gt; provoked me. Provoked me way too much. So, ... I ... killed them. All three of them... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Why did you have to make me do this sin, ants!"&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7005545-115592266595800386?l=sweetmiseryy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetmiseryy.blogspot.com/feeds/115592266595800386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7005545&amp;postID=115592266595800386' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7005545/posts/default/115592266595800386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7005545/posts/default/115592266595800386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetmiseryy.blogspot.com/2006/08/why-is-always-questioni-wonder-why.html' title='WHY IS ALWAYS THE QUESTION...I WONDER WHY.'/><author><name>nisha.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10101356350098767586</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7005545.post-115521769607015222</id><published>2006-08-11T02:46:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2006-08-11T02:48:16.070+13:00</updated><title type='text'>OOPS! SHE DID IT AGAIN! {ROLLS EYES}</title><content type='html'>She gave me a 'F' once and now, she gave me a 'D', when almost the whole class got an 'A'. It's official. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SHE HATES ME.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7005545-115521769607015222?l=sweetmiseryy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetmiseryy.blogspot.com/feeds/115521769607015222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7005545&amp;postID=115521769607015222' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7005545/posts/default/115521769607015222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7005545/posts/default/115521769607015222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetmiseryy.blogspot.com/2006/08/oops-she-did-it-again-rolls-eyes.html' title='OOPS! SHE DID IT AGAIN! {ROLLS EYES}'/><author><name>nisha.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10101356350098767586</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7005545.post-115521760282931352</id><published>2006-08-11T02:44:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2006-08-11T02:46:42.900+13:00</updated><title type='text'>DEPRESSION.</title><content type='html'>The worst National Day I ever had. I didn't get to watch the fireworks. However, thanks to the three best bitches who accompanied me, I had a great time! Thanks for your time, people!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7005545-115521760282931352?l=sweetmiseryy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetmiseryy.blogspot.com/feeds/115521760282931352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7005545&amp;postID=115521760282931352' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7005545/posts/default/115521760282931352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7005545/posts/default/115521760282931352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetmiseryy.blogspot.com/2006/08/depression.html' title='DEPRESSION.'/><author><name>nisha.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10101356350098767586</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7005545.post-115427201068837050</id><published>2006-07-31T03:55:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2006-07-31T04:06:50.706+13:00</updated><title type='text'>F stands for FUCKER.</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;And, no one told me that life after 'O' Levels is going to be this difficult.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't want to post this in my blog, but I can't take it. I just feel that what happened to me was so so unjust. Where did I go wrong to get a fucking F for that assignment?? Infact, I spent the whole of the week and nights doing up my presentation and all I get in return was a motherfucka F?? Life is so unfair. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's why exams are always the best. There's always the right and the wrong answers, unlike this bloody doofus assessed speech. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT THE HELL!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7005545-115427201068837050?l=sweetmiseryy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetmiseryy.blogspot.com/feeds/115427201068837050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7005545&amp;postID=115427201068837050' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7005545/posts/default/115427201068837050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7005545/posts/default/115427201068837050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetmiseryy.blogspot.com/2006/07/f-stands-for-fucker.html' title='F stands for FUCKER.'/><author><name>nisha.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10101356350098767586</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7005545.post-115425621234379771</id><published>2006-07-30T23:10:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2006-07-30T23:43:32.356+13:00</updated><title type='text'>Am I a STALKER?</title><content type='html'>I am obsessed over &lt;I&gt;him&lt;/i&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not what you might think. I'M NOT INTERESTED IN HIM &lt;i&gt;IN ANYWAY&lt;/i&gt;. Infact, I &lt;i&gt;hate&lt;/i&gt; him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet, I'm obsessed over him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How I know that I'm obsessed over him?? For one, I never fail to ask about him everyday, whenever Shone calls me. Ever since we met that faithful day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THAT FINE FAITHFUL DAY...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been obsessing with this dude ever since THAT FINE FAITHFUL DAY! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got to change this. This can't go forever. I can't be obsessed over him for too long, especially since I ABHOR him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, I just can't help it. I've got to know what he did and is doing everyday! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frankly, this is pathetic. I HATE HIM BUT I'M OBSESSED OVER HIM?? What James said that day is so right; I'm getting more weird as I get older. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, he's just so interesting. Apart from the fact that&lt;br /&gt;1. he is irritating &lt;br /&gt;2. whatever he says seem to be like the kind of nonsensical gibberish &lt;br /&gt;3. and his guts like totally suck, &lt;br /&gt;he actually has a certain humor to whatever he says and... it makes sense after some thoughts? Well, at least to me. And, HE STANDS UP FOR HIMSELF. For that I look up to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Alright. He's funny, &lt;b&gt;in a way&lt;/b&gt;, and stands up for himself. However, that didn't give you the right to be obsessed over him.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup, I've decided. I'm not going to obsessed over him. I'll add this into my list of my short-term goals. I know that a conscious effort to not to obsess is actually another form of obsession. But, at least I can comfort myself by saying that I'm no longer obsessed over him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did that last statement made any sense?&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/7005545-115425621234379771?l=sweetmiseryy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetmiseryy.blogspot.com/feeds/115425621234379771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7005545&amp;postID=115425621234379771' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7005545/posts/default/115425621234379771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7005545/posts/default/115425621234379771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetmiseryy.blogspot.com/2006/07/am-i-stalker.html' title='Am I a STALKER?'/><author><name>nisha.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10101356350098767586</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7005545.post-115396816167936789</id><published>2006-07-27T15:31:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2006-07-27T15:42:41.696+13:00</updated><title type='text'>VERY VERY ABNORMAL.</title><content type='html'>I was shocked when i saw the two of them being nice and polite to each other. it was so different from what it used to be. i felt like laughing. Were they putting on an act? Or did they really talk things out? Well, it's all for the best that they are talking mannerly. very very good. at least now i won't screw this one up. i feel at ease now, but... But, the whole incident was just so hilarious! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahahahahahahahahahahhahahaahahahahahaahaahhaahahahahaahahahahahahahahahahhahhahahahahahahahahahahahhas-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7005545-115396816167936789?l=sweetmiseryy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetmiseryy.blogspot.com/feeds/115396816167936789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7005545&amp;postID=115396816167936789' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7005545/posts/default/115396816167936789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7005545/posts/default/115396816167936789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetmiseryy.blogspot.com/2006/07/very-very-abnormal.html' title='VERY VERY ABNORMAL.'/><author><name>nisha.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10101356350098767586</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7005545.post-115354907050278667</id><published>2006-07-22T17:39:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2006-07-23T21:11:40.956+13:00</updated><title type='text'>RANDOMNESS.</title><content type='html'>No words can describe the way i'm feeling now. I'm controlled by norms which I didn't understand before, but ... now I do. And now that I know that they're norms, I want to change them. But, I can't. Well, at least not until my dream come true; TO LEAD THE WORLD TO FREEDOM. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't expect my life to become like this. Shone call my life "the unexpected life". Just because it turned out unexpectedly? DUH. &lt;i&gt;This is what would happen when you have mood swing, like every second.&lt;/i&gt; And, I miss using the word, DUH. Just that whatever I or the others say, I can't add in the word, DUH. Can someone please state something obvious and silly so that I can use "DUH"? I miss "DUH"ing like mad. Those times. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a conversation with Shone last night. An unexpected conversation. I called him to help me research about homeschoooling, find out all the statistics. And, somehow, we ended up talking about our personal stuffs. Not like as if I've never talked about my personal stuffs to him. Just that...just that, it's been way too long since we talked like that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M: Arggh! My life sucks!&lt;br /&gt;S: {Laughs} Think before you talk. Your life sucks? Look at mine then.&lt;br /&gt;M: What's wrong with yours? Too perfect, is it?&lt;br /&gt;S: Perfect, YOUR HEAD. I'm bombarded with projects and projects &lt;I&gt;lah&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;M: Like as if I'm bombarded with CHOCOLATES.&lt;br /&gt;{Laughter}&lt;br /&gt;M: Come on &lt;i&gt;lah&lt;/i&gt;. No one's life can beat my life for sucking so much.&lt;br /&gt;S: Mine can!&lt;br /&gt;M: Nooooo....! My life suck more.&lt;br /&gt;S: No! Mine!&lt;br /&gt;M: Mine!&lt;br /&gt;{More "mine" and "mine"s.}&lt;br /&gt;S: We are fighting for the most ridiculous title-&lt;br /&gt;M: THE LIFE SUCKER!&lt;br /&gt;{Laughter}&lt;br /&gt;M: But, seriously, my life sucks. I just listened to "accidentally in love" and god! You know how I feel so happy whenever I listen to that song. &lt;br /&gt;S: Yah, I know. You'll be smiling like a &lt;i&gt;kuku&lt;/i&gt; when you listen to the song. {Laughs} Remember the James' classmate? {Imitates that guy; I don't remember his name. Lol.} "Smiling like as if she is the president of the world" That look on his face. Damn funny!&lt;br /&gt;M: {Sighs} Call me &lt;i&gt;kuku&lt;/i&gt; or anything but, just now when I listen to the song, I didn't smile &lt;i&gt;can&lt;/i&gt;. It didn't feel special... My life sucks. I don't seem to appreciate anything in life! My life revolves around school and assignments and project runway and sleeping at three in the morn and the cycle goes on and on. &lt;br /&gt;S: {Laughs} At least you have runway. I'm even deprived of it.&lt;br /&gt;M: How about sharon? You're not deprived of her. {Laughs} I think she's stalking you! She wants you back!&lt;br /&gt;S: Man. You have a huge mood swing. Sad one time and joking later.&lt;br /&gt;M: Talking about mood swing, yes I seem to have a terrible mood swing. Meishan and James said so too. They put it as {Imitates James} "One second you're staring at lappy's screen blankly and the next you'll smile and then you'll laugh like &lt;i&gt;siao&lt;/i&gt; and then after a few seconds you start to scream and complain about your workload and then you'll find something amusing on your lappy's screen and start laughing and you'll talk about how amusing the something is and then you'll be singing patheticly to a song. and the cycle goes on and on the whole day." {Laughs} &lt;br /&gt;S: Isn't that usual?&lt;br /&gt;M: They say now even worse.&lt;br /&gt;S: Well, maybe. I'll not be surprised if I get a call that you've been admitted into the mental hospital for being an irritant and a major gold-metalist in mood swings.&lt;br /&gt;M: &lt;i&gt;BIANG&lt;/i&gt; you &lt;i&gt;lah&lt;/i&gt;. {Sigh} My life sucks.&lt;br /&gt;S: Oh just shut up and carry on with it!&lt;br /&gt;M: {Silence} So..., I'm the winner of the title?&lt;br /&gt;S: {Laughs} &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll call this the MAJOR MOOD SWING conversation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'M THE IRRITANT!, according to Jalyn. And, Jalyn is the Avoider and Martyr. Elaine is the Stap Collector and Eunice is the ... Killer. Lol. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, at last I passed my socpsy popquiz! What a relief, though it'll only contribute to 5% of my grade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SIGHS and more SIGHS to all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And did anyone realise that throughout this whole entry, I didn't use any short forms? This is what you'll get if you are bombarded with essays and presentation every week, which you have to type out. Perfection at last? Think again or rather,... YOUR HEAD!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7005545-115354907050278667?l=sweetmiseryy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetmiseryy.blogspot.com/feeds/115354907050278667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7005545&amp;postID=115354907050278667' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7005545/posts/default/115354907050278667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7005545/posts/default/115354907050278667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetmiseryy.blogspot.com/2006/07/randomness.html' title='RANDOMNESS.'/><author><name>nisha.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10101356350098767586</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7005545.post-115314964460332481</id><published>2006-07-18T04:12:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2006-07-18T04:47:03.130+13:00</updated><title type='text'>hectic life.</title><content type='html'>life sucks when you don't seem to follow the CROWD. i've been doing very badly for &lt;I&gt;almost&lt;/I&gt; all my modules. okie, ALL MY MODULES. i'm doomed. just hoping that i wldn't repeat any modules &lt;i&gt;lah&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;OH YUPYUP. WATCHED PIRATES AND I DIDN'T LIKE THE ENDING. SO DID AMIRAH. I MEAN, WADT THE HELL WAS THE DIRECTOR/SCRIPTWRITER THINKING, JUST ENDING THE STORY LIKE THAT! OTHERWISE, WATCH FOR THE HUMOR, DEPP, BLOOM AND THE MONKEY. THE MONKEY'S SUPER CUTE. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;&lt;U&gt;PLS DO THIS SURVEY! IT'LL BE OF GREAT HELP TO ME!&lt;/U&gt;&lt;/B&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://freeonlinesurveys.com/rendersurvey.asp?sid=xrd4dmm8wutciav207993" onmouseover="window.status='                            http://freeonlinesurveys.com/rendersurvey.asp?sid=xrd4dmm8wutciav207993';return true"&gt;http://freeonlinesurveys.com/rendersurvey.asp?sid=xrd4dmm8wutciav207993&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I REALLYreally NEED YOUR HELP. THKS!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7005545-115314964460332481?l=sweetmiseryy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetmiseryy.blogspot.com/feeds/115314964460332481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7005545&amp;postID=115314964460332481' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7005545/posts/default/115314964460332481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7005545/posts/default/115314964460332481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetmiseryy.blogspot.com/2006/07/hectic-life.html' title='hectic life.'/><author><name>nisha.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10101356350098767586</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7005545.post-115043743941640701</id><published>2006-06-16T18:48:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2006-06-16T18:57:19.436+13:00</updated><title type='text'>MARS AND VENUS.</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;At the hospital the relatives gathered in the waiting room, where their family member lay gravely ill. Finally, the doctor came in looking tired and somber. "I'm afraid I'm the bearer of bad news," he said as he surveyed the worried faces." The only hope left for your loved one at this time is a brain transplant. It's an experimental procedure, very risky but it is the only hope. Insurance will cover the procedure, but you will have to pay for the brain yourselves.. "The family members sat silent as they absorbed the news. After a great length of time, someone asked, "Well, how much does a brain cost?" The doctor quickly responded, "$5,000 for a male brain, and $200 for a female brain. "The moment turned awkward. Men in the room tried not to smile, avoiding eye contact with the women, but some actually smirked. A man unable to control his curiosity, blurted out the question everyone wanted to ask, "Why is the male brain so much more?" The doctor smiled at the childish innocence and explained to the entire group, "It's just standard pricing procedure. We have to mark down the price of the female brains, because they've actually been used." &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THOUGH I'VE HEARD THIS JOKE DOZENS OF TIME, I CAN'T GET ENUFF OF IT. I ALSO DUNNO WHY. HAHAS-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OOOPSSSS!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7005545-115043743941640701?l=sweetmiseryy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetmiseryy.blogspot.com/feeds/115043743941640701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7005545&amp;postID=115043743941640701' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7005545/posts/default/115043743941640701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7005545/posts/default/115043743941640701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetmiseryy.blogspot.com/2006/06/mars-and-venus.html' title='MARS AND VENUS.'/><author><name>nisha.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10101356350098767586</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7005545.post-114861563932442931</id><published>2006-05-26T14:20:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2006-06-02T14:38:58.963+13:00</updated><title type='text'>what's up with the 'Y' names? 260506.</title><content type='html'>i've found out that very few names end with the letter 'Y'. so, i've named shone shoneY, mantha as manthY, james as jamesY, adam as damY(cos a-damY sounds weird) and i'm called nishaY! lol. LAME, of cos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;B&gt;TIME FOR RANDOMNESS&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday did you...&lt;br /&gt;1. Talk to someone you liked: yup. like many ppl.&lt;br /&gt;2. Go to the mall: nope.&lt;br /&gt;3. Get sick: nope.&lt;br /&gt;4. Sing: like always.&lt;br /&gt;5. Make out: haha no.&lt;br /&gt;6. Talk to an ex: hmmms- nope. not for a veryyyy long time.&lt;br /&gt;7. Miss someone: lol. no. when i'm shopping, i don think/miss anyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last person who....&lt;br /&gt;8. Slept in your bed: me!&lt;br /&gt;9. Saw you cry: shone.&lt;br /&gt;10. Made you cry: don rmb.&lt;br /&gt;11. Went to the gym with: no one.&lt;br /&gt;12. You went to the beach with: sharonY, shoneY and jamesY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever...&lt;br /&gt;13. Said "I Love You" and meant it: yahh.&lt;br /&gt;14. Ever been in a fight with your pet: lol. no.&lt;br /&gt;15. Been to California: nope&lt;br /&gt;16. Been to Mexico: nope&lt;br /&gt;17. Been to Canada: nope&lt;br /&gt;18. Been to Europe: nope (i'm deprived &lt;i&gt;lah&lt;/i&gt;.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random....&lt;br /&gt;19. Do you have a crush on someone: hahas- yah. like many.&lt;br /&gt;20. What book are you reading now: william lashner's past due. that'll be the sixth time i've borrowed that bk.&lt;br /&gt;21. Best feeling in the world: the aftermath feeling of a longlong sleep.&lt;br /&gt;22. What do you sleep with: 3pillows, 1bolster and my mp3 player. (sad life with music.)&lt;br /&gt;23. What's under your bed: bags, mags, and extra bed and lots of dusts, that's for sure.&lt;br /&gt;24. Favorite sports to watch: many, i guess.&lt;br /&gt;25. Location: bugis!&lt;br /&gt;26. Piercing/Tattoos: each in a ear.&lt;br /&gt;27. What are you most scared of right now: pretty much nth. hmms- how sharonY's gonna shout at me and beat me up. (&lt;b&gt;DON LAUGH, SHONEY!&lt;/b&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;28. Where do you want to get married: let me see. ritz carlton?&lt;br /&gt;29. Who do you really hate?: isn't it obvious?? THOSE BITCHES&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. Do you have a job: yup. but want another.&lt;br /&gt;31. Do you like being around people: yah! feels great.&lt;br /&gt;32. Song that's stuck in your head right now: EVERYDAY I LOVE YOU LESS AND LESS&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. Played strip poker: nooo..&lt;br /&gt;34. Ever liked someone, but you think they never&lt;br /&gt;noticed you?: yahhh, sad isn't it? :((((&lt;br /&gt;35. Ever liked someone who treated you like crap?: hahas- yah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firsts:&lt;br /&gt;1. First real best friend: JAMES&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. First school: ahhh.... this PAP kindergarten at bukti merah.(it's no longer there! i realised it only yday. lol.)&lt;br /&gt;3. First screenname: apple. hahas-&lt;br /&gt;4. First celebrity crush: i do rmb, can. i have crush on almost all the celebrity! ashton kutcher, leonardo, johnny depp, ORLANDO BLOOM, ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lasts...&lt;br /&gt;6. Last person you met: zalikha? lol. (i had a great time chatting and gossiping with ya!)&lt;br /&gt;7. Last person you hugged: manthaY.&lt;br /&gt;8. Last song you heard: eleanor put your boots on by franz ferdinand.&lt;br /&gt;9. Last car ride: yday?&lt;br /&gt;10. Last time you cried: don rmb. unless ur eyes tearing cos of particles in ur eyes is counted. lol.&lt;br /&gt;11. Last movie you watched?: THE DA VINCI CODE and it wasn't what i expected.&lt;br /&gt;12. Last food you ate: yogurt!&lt;br /&gt;13. Last person of the opposite sex that u talked&lt;br /&gt;to: jamesY and he was crapping(i cldn't understand what the hell was coming out of his mouth.)&lt;br /&gt;14. Last shirt worn: orange tee.&lt;br /&gt;15. Last text message: sharonY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;__________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;LOST is not getting any whre.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;desperate hpusewives too.&lt;br /&gt;project runway is rocking.&lt;br /&gt;american idol: TAYLOR rock. thk goodness katherine didn't win &lt;I&gt;lah&lt;/i&gt;. and,...CHRIS IS LIKE SO HOT &lt;I&gt;LAH&lt;/I&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;i shopped alot yday. went to bukit merah with my mom. cos she wante to do facial there. brought back my childhood memories &lt;I&gt;lah&lt;/i&gt;. so sad. den later we headed to town. shopped till drop can. can't wait for the great s'pore sale. I WANT A MANICURE! lol. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is like so hilarious &lt;I&gt;lah&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7005545-114861563932442931?l=sweetmiseryy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetmiseryy.blogspot.com/feeds/114861563932442931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7005545&amp;postID=114861563932442931' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7005545/posts/default/114861563932442931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7005545/posts/default/114861563932442931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetmiseryy.blogspot.com/2006/05/whats-up-with-y-names-260506.html' title='what&apos;s up with the &apos;Y&apos; names? 260506.'/><author><name>nisha.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10101356350098767586</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7005545.post-114820226418121224</id><published>2006-05-21T17:20:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2006-05-21T22:04:24.196+13:00</updated><title type='text'>MI carnival.</title><content type='html'>i truly, madly enjoyed the MI carnival. for one, i spent some very quality time with sabby, amirah, ros and noreen! hahas- great time there. if only gurdeep was there too, it wld have been fab! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we(amirah, ros and myself) were suppose to meet at bbMAC at noon. but, we ended up meeting at abt one. we took 77(i think. lol. my memory's getting really bad lately.), and majority in the bus were heading to the carnival. the bus was like totally packed and i cldn't even turn anywhre. once the stop came, almost everyone alighted and the bus was near empty. hahas- den, we walked up 'the hill', and the memory of first 3mths came rushing back. (everyone go 'awwwwwww.....' can. lol.) i den realised i miss those 3mths. it was like so much of fun! we skipped lectures and tutorials together. so terribly fun &lt;i&gt;lah&lt;/i&gt;. we were walking along the staff rooms (i thought of the day i withdrew and rmbed i saw ivan lim's daughter's art pieces! they were so cute can!) when i spotted mazrad and ismail. aft chatting awhile, we headed to the canteen. since it was packed like nuts, we strolled to the quadrangle. oh! and one of the commenter pronounced 'quadrangle' as 'quad-ra-an-gal'. so hilarious &lt;i&gt;lah&lt;/i&gt;. we headed to the field to meet up with sabby and noreen. but, cldn't spot them. instead we were entertained by 'ivan lim getting dunked'! he was like so horny can. before getting dunked he rubbed on some suntan lotion. and he was like doing it so &lt;i&gt;'sexily'&lt;/i&gt;. hahas- aft getting a glimpse of it, we spotted sabby! i was so excited seeing her. hahas- &lt;i&gt;fast-forward a little.&lt;/i&gt; THE HAUNTED HOUSE was like so funny &lt;i&gt;lah&lt;/i&gt;. the five of us queued up for our turn and these 2 girls went in and it wasn't even one min, they came out, &lt;u&gt;crying&lt;/u&gt;. &lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;AMIRAH WANTED TO CHICKEN OUT!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt; lol. our turn came and it was like noreen in the front, followed by sabby, ros and amirah. den i was the last. we entered and these 2female'ghosts' surprised us. they were like right behind me and i cld hear them breathing and whispering into my ears. noreen turned to see them, but the guy who guided us said 'don't turn' really harshly. we screamed, of cos. den started laughing. so throughout the whole walk, we were either screaming or laughing. i bet my face was red when i exited the dance room. being last was great actually. many 'ghosts' followed me. hahas- their hands were terribly cold and they touched me &lt;i&gt;lor&lt;/i&gt;. lol. esp my neck. creepy. but FUNNY. den there was this girl. the guide said that the girl died when she was nine. and if you take the doll frm her hand, she'll follow you. she kept on hitting me with the doll can. when we were out, noreen was like, "i thought of snatching the doll and run but i dunno the way out!" hahas- after tadt, we kept on laughing. we were in MI the whole day. till about six, i think. i saw my pri4 crush! hahas- i saw nizal and his fren. i saw most of the 06S21 mates, sadly i missed marvin. i saw manan! hahas- he's like so cute &lt;i&gt;lah&lt;/i&gt;. i saw glenn and amirah's classmate(the girl who bumped her head into the pole). i was introduced to many ppl too. sabby's classmates. oh! i saw anna. i saw SP(my form teacher when i was in MI, Mr Sivaraman Pillai. lol.) and he actually recognised me with my specs on. he rmbed me! hahas- i saw jordus and his dyed hair was totally outstanding. i saw my amaths tuition mates. i saw so many ppl &lt;i&gt;lah&lt;/i&gt;. the list will go on. i felt so belonged there. gosh! clementi town guy wasn't there! so sad &lt;i&gt;lah&lt;/i&gt;. he's hot... hahas- &lt;br /&gt;after the carnival i met up with shone. &lt;u&gt;return me my money and book &lt;i&gt;lah&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/u&gt; stupid shone. oh! i didn't catch 'the da vinci code' as i planned cos of AMIRAH. you owe me a day out to watch 'the da vinci code'. &lt;b&gt;better!&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love yday! and i'll always rmb it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lalalas-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7005545-114820226418121224?l=sweetmiseryy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetmiseryy.blogspot.com/feeds/114820226418121224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7005545&amp;postID=114820226418121224' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7005545/posts/default/114820226418121224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7005545/posts/default/114820226418121224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetmiseryy.blogspot.com/2006/05/mi-carnival.html' title='MI carnival.'/><author><name>nisha.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10101356350098767586</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7005545.post-114800988045806156</id><published>2006-05-19T16:04:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2006-05-19T16:38:00.470+13:00</updated><title type='text'>ohhlala..(sexily pls)</title><content type='html'>alex's dumb. he's a himbo. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we went to bugis to hang out yday. (including saman, adam and vincent) we walked around but didn't buy any stuffs, cos i had to rush back home to complete my assignments. okie, that's another matter. well, we were crossing the road and he blindly bumped into the traffic light pole. imagine this guy, talking non-stop, his head turned to the left and the nxt minute, his head bumped into the pole. &lt;i&gt;ouch!&lt;/i&gt; but, i laughed. hahas- i found the whole incident halirious. lalas- &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh. i turned in at 4 this morn. so i'm now deprived of sleep. (i'm in writcomm tutorial now. mr sharpe is like talking and i'm bloggin. well, who cares anyways??) i had to complete my writcomm assign(a scratch outline and 200-250 words lond example para) and social psychology journal(800-900words). i was trying to complete my socpsy while watching LOST. but, i failed to multitask. i missed alot parts cos i actually was engrossed in my socpsy journal. gotta catch it tmr, hopefully. talking abt tmr, i'm so excited! i'll be going to the MI carnival den later off to watch 'The Da Vinci Code'. &lt;i&gt;it's actually the da vinci code i am looking forward to. lol.&lt;/i&gt; hopefully, gurdeep can make it to watch the movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm so going home and sleep. but, i don think i'll do that. instead, i'll chat on the phone and watch tv. lol.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7005545-114800988045806156?l=sweetmiseryy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetmiseryy.blogspot.com/feeds/114800988045806156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7005545&amp;postID=114800988045806156' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7005545/posts/default/114800988045806156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7005545/posts/default/114800988045806156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetmiseryy.blogspot.com/2006/05/ohhlalasexily-pls.html' title='ohhlala..(sexily pls)'/><author><name>nisha.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10101356350098767586</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7005545.post-114786928656411652</id><published>2006-05-18T01:05:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2006-05-19T16:02:23.413+13:00</updated><title type='text'>email.</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;One day, when I was a freshman in high school, &lt;br /&gt;I saw a kid from my class was walking home from school. &lt;br /&gt;His name was Kyle. &lt;br /&gt;It looked like he was carrying all of his &lt;br /&gt;books. &lt;br /&gt;I thought to myself, "Why would anyone bring home all his books on a Friday? &lt;br /&gt;He must really be a nerd." &lt;br /&gt;I had quite a weekend planned (parties and a football game with my friends tomorrow afternoon), so I shrugged my shoulders and went on. &lt;br /&gt;As I was walking, I saw a bunch of kids running toward him. &lt;br /&gt;They ran at him, knocking all his books out of his arms and tripping him so he landed in the dirt. &lt;br /&gt;His glasses went flying, and I saw them land in the grass about ten feet from him. &lt;br /&gt;He looked up and I saw this terrible sadness in his eyes &lt;br /&gt;My heart went out to him. So, I jogged over to him and as he crawled around looking for his glasses, and I saw a tear in his eye. &lt;br /&gt;As I handed him his glasses, I said, "Those guys are jerks. " &lt;br /&gt;They really should get lives. &lt;br /&gt;He looked at me and said, "Hey thanks!" &lt;br /&gt;There was a big smile on his face. &lt;br /&gt;It was one of those smiles that showed real gratitude. &lt;br /&gt;I helped him pick up his books, and asked him where he lived. &lt;br /&gt;As it turned out, he lived near me, so I asked him why I had never seen him before. &lt;br /&gt;He said he had gone to private school before now. &lt;br /&gt;I would have never hung out with a private school kid before. &lt;br /&gt;We talked all the way home, and I carried some of his books. &lt;br /&gt;He turned out to be a pretty cool kid. &lt;br /&gt;I asked him if he wanted to play a little football with my friends &lt;br /&gt;He said yes. &lt;br /&gt;We hung out all weekend and the more I got to know Kyle, the more I liked him, and my friends thought the same of him. &lt;br /&gt;Monday morning came! , and there was Kyle with the huge stack of books again. &lt;br /&gt;I stopped him and said, "Boy, you are gonna really build some serious muscles with this pile of books everyday!"&lt;br /&gt;He just laughed and handed me half the books. &lt;br /&gt;Over the next four years, Kyle and I became best friends. &lt;br /&gt;When we were seniors, we began to think &lt;br /&gt;about college. &lt;br /&gt;Kyle decided on Georgetown, and I &lt;br /&gt;was going to Duke. &lt;br /&gt;I knew that we would always be friends, that the miles would never be a problem. &lt;br /&gt;He was going to be a doctor, and I was going for business on a football scholarship. &lt;br /&gt;Kyle was valedictorian of our class. &lt;br /&gt;I teased him all the time about being a nerd. &lt;br /&gt;He had to prepare a speech for graduation. &lt;br /&gt;I was so glad it wasn't me having to get up there and speak &lt;br /&gt;Graduation day, I saw Kyle. &lt;br /&gt;He looked great. &lt;br /&gt;He was one of those guys that really found himself during high school. &lt;br /&gt;He filled out and actually looked good in glasses. &lt;br /&gt;He had more dates than I had and all the girls loved him. &lt;br /&gt;Boy, sometimes I was jealous. &lt;br /&gt;Today was one of those days. &lt;br /&gt;I could see that he was nervous about his speech. &lt;br /&gt;So, I smacked him on the back and said, "Hey, big guy, you'll be great!" &lt;br /&gt;He looked at me with one of those looks (the really grateful one) and smiled. &lt;br /&gt;"Thanks," he said. &lt;br /&gt;As he started his speech, he cleared his throat, and began &lt;br /&gt;"Graduation is a time to thank those who helped you make it through those tough years. &lt;br /&gt;Your parents, your teachers, your siblings, maybe a coach...but mostly your friends... &lt;br /&gt;I am here to tell all of you that being a &lt;br /&gt;friend to someone is the best gift you can give them. &lt;br /&gt;I am going to tell you a story." &lt;br /&gt;I just looked at my friend with disbelief as he told the story of the first day we met. &lt;br /&gt;He had planned to kill himself over the weekend. &lt;br /&gt;He talked of how he had cleaned out his locker so his Mom wouldn't have to do it later and was carrying his stuff home. &lt;br /&gt;He looked hard at me and gave me a little smile. &lt;br /&gt;"Thankfully, I was saved. &lt;br /&gt;My friend saved me from doing the unspeakable." &lt;br /&gt;I heard the gasp go through the crowd as this handsome, popular boy told us all about his weakest moment. &lt;br /&gt;I saw his Mom and dad looking at me and smiling that same grateful smile. &lt;br /&gt;Not until that moment did I realize it's depth. &lt;br /&gt;Never underestimate the power of your actions. &lt;br /&gt;With one small gesture you can change a person's life. &lt;br /&gt;For better or for worse. &lt;br /&gt;God puts us all in each other's lives to impact one another in some way. &lt;br /&gt;Look for God in others.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's an email i received from one of my close frens. touching, isn't it??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shone's not going to talk to me for afew wks. or rather, he wont entertain me when i'm bored. not becos we fight or sth. lol. (not TADT, saman!) just becos he'll be veryveryvery bz with his damn projects. ohwell, i still have alex. hahas- &lt;b&gt;let's go crap again soon!&lt;/b&gt; alex's so cute &lt;i&gt;lah&lt;/i&gt;. i didn't expect him to be like that. with his emo look and all. lol. ALEXALEXALEXALEXALEXALEXALEXALEXALEX!! AHHH....!!!!!!!!! must do our secret hand-shake when we meet up again.               &lt;br /&gt;:)))))))))))))))))))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7005545-114786928656411652?l=sweetmiseryy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetmiseryy.blogspot.com/feeds/114786928656411652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7005545&amp;postID=114786928656411652' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7005545/posts/default/114786928656411652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7005545/posts/default/114786928656411652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetmiseryy.blogspot.com/2006/05/email.html' title='email.'/><author><name>nisha.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10101356350098767586</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7005545.post-114683749025299492</id><published>2006-05-05T21:55:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2006-05-06T02:58:10.286+13:00</updated><title type='text'>'goodbye my lover'.</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;i made a huge drama out of it. but, u can't blame me. u're to be blame. for everything. for everything you said. and for everything you didn't say. for everything you did. and for everything you didn't do. you're at fault and you should take responsible for your flawful actions. yeah, i'm a drama-mama. u can call me anything you want. but, don't put all the blame and burden on me can.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shone called this morning to make up for wadt he said and did yday and now, he owe me TWO treats. i've forgotten wadtever happened yday so i'll not blog abt it. &lt;u&gt;let's forget all abt it, shall we??&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was 1530. i was sitting at the back of 184 bus, listening to james blunt's goodbye my lover. i was lost in a train of thoughts. i thought abt the events of last yr. i thought abt my days in MI. i thought abt my shopping spree tmr. :))))) i thought abt food though i weren't hungry. &lt;s&gt;and i thought abt &lt;i&gt;her&lt;/i&gt;. how our life have changed.. there're so much to say but i just don't know how to put them in words. call myself a mass comm student. how our lives have changed....&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have to come up with speeches to present everywk for speechcomm. this wk was abt either a hobby u like/interested in or an experience that changed ur life or sth like tadt. i didn't noe wadt to talk abt and was thinking abt it the whole of last wkend. thks to gurdeep, we came up with an idea. i talked abt my experience as a waitress. and i wldn't say tadt it turned out very well. though, the teacher commented on my composed and calm self. oh, and my sense of humor. lol. &lt;s&gt;well, i actually wanted to give a speech abt &lt;i&gt;her&lt;/i&gt;. how &lt;i&gt;she&lt;/i&gt; changed my life. but, i didn't want to give a sad speech. tadt's not me. so, i chose sth simple and lightening for both me and the others.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's no use talking abt and recalling the past. it's just no use. i've got to look and appreciate those who're with me now instead of mulling over someone who's not with me. it's just of no use. NO USE, can. all i feel like doing is, erase tadt part of my life i spent with you. though many came into my life, u were the only one who left an impression on me. a huge one too. you were sucha great person to me. a role model too. den wadt happened?? i don't know and i don't want to know. don't bother explaining it to me when we meet at some street corner, someday. i don't want to know the reasons for your actions. just keep silent, look at me and either walk away or give me tadt generous hug u'd give when we were, when we were &lt;i&gt;once&lt;/i&gt; close. and cry. just cry. and i promise i'll understand you, somehow. anyhow. i'll understand. whether you walk away or do the lather. i know one day we'll meet in the same situation i jus described abt. i'm sure we will. till den, i'll wait for the someday and you decide what you'll do. &lt;u&gt;someday, indeed.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7005545-114683749025299492?l=sweetmiseryy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetmiseryy.blogspot.com/feeds/114683749025299492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7005545&amp;postID=114683749025299492' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7005545/posts/default/114683749025299492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7005545/posts/default/114683749025299492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetmiseryy.blogspot.com/2006/05/goodbye-my-lover.html' title='&apos;goodbye my lover&apos;.'/><author><name>nisha.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10101356350098767586</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7005545.post-114623510111299345</id><published>2006-04-28T22:22:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2006-04-29T03:38:21.136+13:00</updated><title type='text'>:)))) smile evryone!</title><content type='html'>i'm smiling like a retard and i don't noe why. i'm jus feeling &lt;b&gt;blessed&lt;/b&gt; ritd now. and of cos, &lt;u&gt;DELIGHTED.&lt;/u&gt; however, i don feel like blogging. let's be random and flood our minds with RANDOM thoughts. it's gd, u noe. they give u inspirations. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i went shopping with my mom, &lt;u&gt;again&lt;/u&gt;, on 260406(wed).&lt;br /&gt;i jus came back frm IMM.&lt;br /&gt;i got my new specs! &lt;br /&gt;and it rocks.&lt;br /&gt;and i love it.&lt;br /&gt;really love it.&lt;br /&gt;with all my heart and soul.&lt;br /&gt;and forever.&lt;br /&gt;and ever.&lt;br /&gt;ever.&lt;br /&gt;oh. i met amirah, sab, sharifah and ain.&lt;br /&gt;it was great.&lt;br /&gt;felt like we were stil studying in dunearn, though sab's and noreen's MIuniform kind of brought me back to reality. &lt;br /&gt;lol.&lt;br /&gt;i'm a dreamer.&lt;br /&gt;lalalas-&lt;br /&gt;i'm tired.&lt;br /&gt;my shoulder ache.&lt;br /&gt;and my iBOOK to be blamed.&lt;br /&gt;i'll update more tmr. &lt;br /&gt;too random la.&lt;br /&gt;and many ppl hate reading random thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;so i guess no one will bother reading this too-random post.&lt;br /&gt;monday's labor day!&lt;br /&gt;hooray!&lt;br /&gt;let's clap.&lt;br /&gt;really loudly.&lt;br /&gt;clap!&lt;br /&gt;lol.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7005545-114623510111299345?l=sweetmiseryy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetmiseryy.blogspot.com/feeds/114623510111299345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7005545&amp;postID=114623510111299345' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7005545/posts/default/114623510111299345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7005545/posts/default/114623510111299345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetmiseryy.blogspot.com/2006/04/smile-evryone.html' title=':)))) smile evryone!'/><author><name>nisha.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10101356350098767586</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7005545.post-114597758081504346</id><published>2006-04-25T23:21:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2006-04-26T04:06:20.830+13:00</updated><title type='text'>untitled can.</title><content type='html'>i have found it is always the safest to expect the worst. anything else is mere accident. &lt;br /&gt;today i was out with my mom shopping. i was dead tired frm my first day of poly life yday and i was planning to sleep thru the whole of today. &lt;i&gt;yup. i'm so &lt;u&gt;bloody&lt;/u&gt; lazy. think wadtever u want.&lt;/i&gt; but, of cos, a mom's gotta do wadt a mom's gotta do. and tadt is, make my life miserable. so i expected the worst. as in, my mom yakking at me and me jus turning into a zombie while shopping. oh well, it didn't &lt;u&gt;really&lt;/u&gt; turn out tadt way. &lt;i&gt;though i had some arguments with her on getting some tops and pants.&lt;/i&gt; it was a mutual outing. she, at last got her well-shaped eyebrows and get to control me &lt;i&gt;since she'll be the one footing the bills for my shopping&lt;/i&gt;. whreas me, i got my laptop case and a few tops. it's enuff for me. though i expected to get a new pair of sneakers, a brand new pair of specs and to complete my stationary shopping list. &lt;i&gt;my goodness! i've &lt;u&gt;yet&lt;/u&gt; to get my notebk for this semester. i jus can't live w/o a notebk. i need sth to scribble on while not-really-paying-attention to the lectures.&lt;/i&gt; oh well, like i said, it's the safest to expect the worst. cos, when sth really great happen &lt;i&gt;like me getting sth which i like&lt;/i&gt;, u'll feel blessed. oh well, there i go again. I'M CRAPPING! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lalas- i've tutorial at 1500 tmr. i get to sleep late tonight and rise at one! hooray for me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;note to self: shone owe me or rather &lt;i&gt;us&lt;/i&gt; a treat bcos he turned up late for our outing. :))))))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7005545-114597758081504346?l=sweetmiseryy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetmiseryy.blogspot.com/feeds/114597758081504346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7005545&amp;postID=114597758081504346' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7005545/posts/default/114597758081504346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7005545/posts/default/114597758081504346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetmiseryy.blogspot.com/2006/04/untitled-can.html' title='untitled can.'/><author><name>nisha.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10101356350098767586</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7005545.post-114562595427603909</id><published>2006-04-21T21:45:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2006-04-22T02:26:19.620+13:00</updated><title type='text'>orientation.</title><content type='html'>i was up by 7 this morning. orientation. i dreaded it. i jus want to skip all this introduction and stuffs, and get down to business, i thought den. well, the orientation didn't turn out tadt bad. &lt;i&gt;at least not as bad as the foc camp.&lt;/i&gt; we first had to assemble in LT24 and den we had to give our full attention to those who gave their speeches. aft those speeches, we received our goodie bags and later, lunchbreak. during our lunchbreak, we had to get 'fingered'. lol. we had to fingerprint on this electronic device, so tadt it'll save our fingerprint. the use of this?? i'm not sure either. sth abt security and access. &lt;i&gt;hey, u can't blame me if i didn't pay attention. I CAN'T GIVE MY FULL ATTENTION IN THE MORNING!&lt;/i&gt; after our lunchbreak, we assembled once again in LT24 and headed to a room with the students of T108, i think. &lt;i&gt;oh! i'm in T109. and i'm in the second last class. they're approx 20students in a class. so put ur maths in gd use and calculate how many mass comm-ians r enrolled.&lt;/i&gt; we met our writ.comm. lecturer, mister james sharpe. he's hilarious. oh. and i like his accent. lol. well, aft mister sharpe told us abt his do`s and don't`s, we were suppose to head down to cca fiesta. but, instead me and my classmates ended up filling up the form to get our ez-link card on monday and exchanging no. den, we parted. i met up with amirah to get her lab coat. oh. and i saw choong yee, shi qi and eliza. all in sch of life science. &lt;i&gt;i shld be in sch of life sci too! evryone's in it.&lt;/i&gt; well, den came back home to sleep my time away. hahas- yet, i'm stil feeling sleeping. i guess the long hols is taking a toll on me. i've got to practise tmr and on sunday to wake up early. maybe at abt 7. oh. at last i'm getting my notebk! aft all the delay and stuffs, i'm heading down to toa payoh to get my apple ibook. and aft tadt, shopping with my mom. got to shop for my stationary asap can. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lalas- off i'm going to take my nap again. &lt;br /&gt;yes, i'm lazy. &lt;br /&gt;period.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7005545-114562595427603909?l=sweetmiseryy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetmiseryy.blogspot.com/feeds/114562595427603909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7005545&amp;postID=114562595427603909' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7005545/posts/default/114562595427603909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7005545/posts/default/114562595427603909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetmiseryy.blogspot.com/2006/04/orientation.html' title='orientation.'/><author><name>nisha.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10101356350098767586</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7005545.post-114519709648093226</id><published>2006-04-16T22:53:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2006-04-17T03:26:08.180+13:00</updated><title type='text'>family history.</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;Family histories are a series of myths, embellished and perpetuated through gossamer tales retold over the Thanksgiving turkey.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is frm a &lt;u&gt;william lashner&lt;/u&gt; bk. i forgot which one. i think it's &lt;b&gt;veritas&lt;/b&gt; a.k.a &lt;b&gt;bitter truth&lt;/b&gt;. but, isn't it true? evryone's family history is a series of myths and tales. u jus have to dig up the past. lol. tadt came out very hilariously. i wanted this post to be very spooky abt our family histories and all. but i think it'll not turn out the way i plan due to my high energy of lameness. lol. my family history also wld have a tale if i take the effort to dig it up. but i don think i'll do it jus now. maybe once i get old and wrinkled and counting my days to heaven, most probably. i wonder wadt i'll find out den. maybe one of my greagreatgreatgreatgreat grandfather was a serial killer?? hahas- or maybe he was a stage actor with lots of heartwoes. &lt;i&gt;okie, i'm thinking of &lt;u&gt;walk the line&lt;/u&gt;. lol. maybe he was like johnny cash!&lt;/i&gt; or maybe his wife or rather my greagreatgreatgreatgreat grandma was the princess. so my grandpop, the serial killer, and my grandma, the princess, fall for each other and eloped to another town and started a new life. tadt's cheesy, aye. hey! i want my family history to be a thrilling one. hmmms- my greatgreatgreagtgreatgreat grandchild might think like me and want to dig up my past. &lt;i&gt;sorry kiddo to disappoint u but u won't find anything worth digging up in my past.&lt;/i&gt; well, maybe this blog can last till very long?? hahas- now, tadt's lame. i'd delete my blog before i die. like the character in &lt;b&gt;veritas&lt;/b&gt;, who didn't delete her blog but burnt her journal except for afew excerpts. i can do tadt too, except tadt i don keep journals unless the one we had in sec3 is included. &lt;i&gt;i stil have it okie!&lt;/i&gt; our family history...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i like my new layout though it looks messy aye. but, come on, life shldn't be perfect can. &lt;i&gt;can,&lt;u&gt;          &lt;/u&gt;??&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7005545-114519709648093226?l=sweetmiseryy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetmiseryy.blogspot.com/feeds/114519709648093226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7005545&amp;postID=114519709648093226' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7005545/posts/default/114519709648093226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7005545/posts/default/114519709648093226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetmiseryy.blogspot.com/2006/04/family-history.html' title='family history.'/><author><name>nisha.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10101356350098767586</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7005545.post-114499107624857984</id><published>2006-04-14T18:04:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2006-04-14T18:04:36.326+13:00</updated><title type='text'>i hate poly can.</title><content type='html'>yeah, i noe. mandisa's out and so is bucky. i really wonder when ace will be out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the NP FOC camp didn't turn out like i expected. (the FOC camp was frm 100406-130406 @ NP.) seriously, i thought it wld be a lot of fun and adventurous. but, all i ended up doing was wait, cheer and walk alot, since the buildings were situated very far apart. the first day was disastrous. i wanted to go off but decided to stay for another day. looking on the bright side, watching 'eye2' and 'exorcism of emily rose' in a huge lt filled with a few students was great. and the night walk was entertaining too but a bit lame since it didn't scare me tadt much. the washroom trip was an exception though. it was the first station for the night walk and was really dark. we were grouped in sixs; 3girls and 3boys. and in the toilet station, a girl had to knock the door thrice and walk in and flush the last cubicle. i wasn't the girl. the scary factor was the darkness of the girl's washroom and the sudden shut of a cubicle door aft the flush. otherwise, the night walk was jus .. another walk. aft the night walk, we had supper and debrief and all of us turned in at abt 4am. we had to assemble at 845. so i had only 4hrs of sleep. the second day wasn't tadt bad. we had games, at least. but, more of walking. i've nvr walked tadt much in a day in my whole life, i believe. den aft dinner, we had mass dance which was outrageous according to me. the dance was pretty long and the steps are difficult to master in jus 3days. now, i feel tadt the MI dance was far better. aft &lt;b&gt;3hrs&lt;/b&gt; of dancing, we had supper and debrief and back to bed by 2am. and again, we had to assemble at 845. i woke up on the third day and felt different. my mind was screaming to me to go back home and back to my ever-comfy bed and of cos, to have a long bath! (we had to share a cubicle, as in 4 in a cubicle, and we were given less than 10mins to wash up! speaking of saving water. a dark humor &lt;i&gt;lah&lt;/i&gt;.) so i &lt;u&gt;booked out&lt;/u&gt;. ( why is it called book out?? because they wanted to give us a &lt;i&gt;resort&lt;/i&gt; kinda feel. so much for the &lt;i&gt;resort&lt;/i&gt; feel.) they didn't even feed me before sending me out! so my stomach was like rumbling. thks to my oreo which i purchased frm 7-11 before the camp, i survived the journey back home. and they didn't give me my camp tee! come on i stayed for 2 days and 2nights alritd?? isn't tadt enuff for me to get the camp tee?? and i actually paid 5bucks for it. *miffs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;apart frm all this, i found some really great frens! and thks a bunch to shuying for sharing the sleeping bag with me! :))) though she was shivering with me in the middle of the nights, she didn't complain. thks again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, hot guys?? i'm unsure abt tadt. hahas- the guys are arrogant, actually. i saw many ex-3mths-MIians there. tadt's abt it actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;overall, i think i'll not enjoy my stay in poly. i abhor poly can! all of a sudden i feel i made the wrong choice! JC is for me pls. i don wanna grow up! poly means grwoing up and facing the world boldly and i'm so not ready for it. somehow i want the JC life. mugging and having fun with classmates. in poly, there'd be like no classmates. jus lecture mates. lol. tadt sounded hilarious. &lt;i&gt;lecture mates&lt;/i&gt;. oh well, i shld have gone to jjc, pjc or even ijc. talking abt bad choices. all i can wish for mow is i'd find great ppl in np and graduate frm mass comm and get a place in NUS. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on 090406, i met up with gurdeep at our usual place so tadt i can teach her amaths. instead, we ended up chatting and crapping and slacking. she told me tadt she can't wait to start working and clubbing and all.the way i put it is living the hi-life. hahas- i duuno why i call it tadt. likewise, i feel the same. i want to fast forward this part of my life and go to my Uni life and be a radioDJ. shop every sat night and wake up on sunday to head to the beach with my close ones. and the rest of the wkends spent working and studying. i adore the hectic life. like how the new yorkers live. new york again! lol. &lt;i&gt;on one of my uni hols, i'm going to head to ny with my frens and have a great time there.&lt;/i&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well, i've so much to blog abt but SURVIVOR is more impt to me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7005545-114499107624857984?l=sweetmiseryy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetmiseryy.blogspot.com/feeds/114499107624857984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7005545&amp;postID=114499107624857984' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7005545/posts/default/114499107624857984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7005545/posts/default/114499107624857984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetmiseryy.blogspot.com/2006/04/i-hate-poly-can.html' title='i hate poly can.'/><author><name>nisha.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10101356350098767586</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7005545.post-114404690817970645</id><published>2006-04-03T14:39:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2006-04-03T19:54:16.210+13:00</updated><title type='text'>ai and boredom and kingkong.</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;Simon Cowell angered his long-term love Terri Seymour by flirting with Kellie Pickler, American Idol's 19-year-old contestant. "She knows it's his job to make contestants feel at ease, but she feels he's crossed the line and is making her look a fool," a source told the Daily Mirror. On screen, the Idol judge has called Kellie "cute" and a "naughty little minx." The love isn't restricted to the show's filming either. "They are often seen having intimate chats in the corner which has really annoyed Terri." It's not the first time Terri has had a row with Cowell about his flirting, and we reckon there's only so much a girl can take...&lt;/i&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this piece of info was taken frm mykindaplace.com. i think likewise too. simon has been way-too-nice towards kellie. and last wk was no exception though he commented on kellie's wrong song choice. but, i agree with simon on one thing. kellie reminds us of last season's winner, carrie underwood. so, kellie wont have my support since i was no-supporter of carrie herself. and this is no compliment. &lt;br /&gt;{screams:we don't want a repeat talent.}  &lt;br /&gt;i felt, and still am feeling, tadt it was unjust tadt 'the crooner' david and will were voted out. they were and still are my favourites. &lt;u&gt;i want them back!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my mom was sad abt lisa tucker being voted out.jus because my mother thinks tadt lisa is &lt;b&gt;beautiful&lt;/b&gt;.well, as usual, i think otherwise.i'm rooting for chris and paris. katherine mcphee didn't impress me so far. ace young will be out this wk. &lt;br /&gt;taylor hicks jus gets on my nerves in every performance, for no apparent reason. bucky is jus another guy in the competition. though elliot wow-ed me with his heaven song the other time, i feel he has not been consistent. oh. and the final three will be chris, paris and mandisa. &lt;br /&gt;well, at least according to me.&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;oh well, abt my life. it's jus plain bore.ever since my PAE journey ended, i've been clueless abt wadt to do. i found a job, yes. but, it was no great work.aft quitting my job(actually fired), i spend half of my everyday thinking wadt to do.those who're in jc/mi now wld want to trade their place with mine. well, the other side of the field is not always greener. though, i wldn't mind being in ur situation now.at least u get to do &lt;i&gt;sth&lt;/i&gt;. with too much time in hand to think and do stuffs, i run out of ideas on wadt to do. i miss mugging. &lt;br /&gt;{chokes and starts crying} &lt;br /&gt;my life is all abt: sleeping for the sake of sleeping; waking up for the sake of waking up; eating for the sake of eating.in short and nicer way of putting it all, my life is like watching wet paint dry. now, i feel tadt 'running around the desert in circles and smiling like a retard' seems very entertaining to me. thks to the invention of tv, i'm still surviving.one day i caught myself thinking of my life without tv and my imagination ran wild. i even thought of this:&lt;br /&gt;the headlines of THESTRAITSTIMES wld be, 'teen falls to death due to boredom and gives a new way to ward off boredom,' on the day my tv disappears into thin air. more wild thoughts came into my mind but i don wish to display my craziness and stupidity for everyone to read in my blog. oh. u might think tadt computer can be an alternative. but, computer wldn't be here if tv was not invented ritd?? oh great, my 'crap juice' is flowing way too much now. &lt;br /&gt;{grabs tissue and stuffs into head.}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i jus thought of an alternative. novels! i don mind reading the whole day but the lady boss of the house wont allow me to do tadt. she's afraid tadt reading alot wld weaken my eyesight even more. &lt;i&gt;like as if i'm wearing a pair of spectacles with the lenses as thick as an encyclopedia now.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm listening to yeah yeah yeah song - the flaming lips.&lt;br /&gt;i'm watching &lt;b&gt;KING KONG&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;my comp suck 'big time'.&lt;br /&gt;read the interview on 'drag queen' KUMAR.(in the life section of straits time)&lt;br /&gt;i'm gonna change my blogskin soon. &lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;maybe the soon wld be a much later soon.&lt;br /&gt;i'm yawning. the first part of &lt;b&gt;KING KONG&lt;/b&gt; sucks.&lt;br /&gt;okie. too random.&lt;br /&gt;tata!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh i love tadt, 'tata!'. lol.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7005545-114404690817970645?l=sweetmiseryy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetmiseryy.blogspot.com/feeds/114404690817970645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7005545&amp;postID=114404690817970645' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7005545/posts/default/114404690817970645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7005545/posts/default/114404690817970645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetmiseryy.blogspot.com/2006/04/ai-and-boredom-and-kingkong.html' title='ai and boredom and kingkong.'/><author><name>nisha.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10101356350098767586</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7005545.post-114355145097079884</id><published>2006-03-28T21:15:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2006-03-29T02:10:51.000+13:00</updated><title type='text'>punch ass.</title><content type='html'>i typed in my blog's url only to find an old and outdated blogskin and a dated post. how unglam my life is. oh well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7005545-114355145097079884?l=sweetmiseryy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetmiseryy.blogspot.com/feeds/114355145097079884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7005545&amp;postID=114355145097079884' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7005545/posts/default/114355145097079884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7005545/posts/default/114355145097079884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetmiseryy.blogspot.com/2006/03/punch-ass.html' title='punch ass.'/><author><name>nisha.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10101356350098767586</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><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7005545.post-114136129255003856</id><published>2006-03-03T12:49:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2006-03-03T16:48:12.583+12:00</updated><title type='text'>jae result.</title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;HERE I COME, NP!&lt;/u&gt; i am officially a mass comm-ian. lol. tadt sounds funny. the thought of actually living the poly life,.. it's jus not me &lt;i&gt;lah&lt;/i&gt;. BUT, i bet i'll enjoy the shopping-for-poly-outfits alot! AND, i get to see GOLDILOCKS evryday!hahas- &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AMIRAH, APART FRM OUR WORK, I'M GOING TO SEE UR FACE EVRYDAY. AGAIN. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol. ohhh... and I'M GOING TO BE FAMOUS ONEDAY. either as a reporter or dj, or maybe &lt;i&gt;both&lt;/i&gt;. man, i jus loveeee tadt tingling sensation whenever i think of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nownow. i believe i've made the &lt;b&gt;right&lt;/b&gt; choice. :))))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7005545-114136129255003856?l=sweetmiseryy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetmiseryy.blogspot.com/feeds/114136129255003856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7005545&amp;postID=114136129255003856' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7005545/posts/default/114136129255003856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7005545/posts/default/114136129255003856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetmiseryy.blogspot.com/2006/03/jae-result.html' title='jae result.'/><author><name>nisha.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10101356350098767586</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><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7005545.post-114095734716396277</id><published>2006-02-26T20:33:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2006-02-27T00:35:47.603+12:00</updated><title type='text'>the email.</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;why do we say 'bless you' when someone sneezes?? because, when one sneezes, his/her heart stops beating for a min.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jus thought of sharing this piece of info though i guess many know this. alritd, i'm anxious for friday, the day jae results will be out! hurray! at last, i can actually PLAN my future. lol can. amirah and i am going wacky with 'can's, can? hahas- &lt;B&gt;so hilarious&lt;/b&gt;, isn't it amirah??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, i quitted my pizza hut job and now i'm working as a telemarketeer. all i've to do is promote cabletv and maxonline. first, it sounded easy. later, it turned all &lt;i&gt;ugly&lt;/i&gt;. i cldn't even get one sale can? the job's boring but my colleagues make the time spent there great. oh well, not really wonderfully great. jus great. there's FIRMAN. amirah and myself initially thought his name was firwan and the whole thing was humorous. and ther's firman's cousin. i don't recall her name. and there're zalikha, ashikin, alvin and rachel. walamak! how can i forget our beloved AMOOLAH?? lol. all these ppl including charles(the PMS guy who's incharge), the supposedly indian but amirah thought african dude, tadt hilarious indian guy who can talk to his customer politely and at the same time make stupid faces and  and, oh, our instructor! hahas- he told me on dayone training tadt i'm a very happy person. always smiling and laughing. hohoho! overall, i guess, this job is better than pizzahut. at least i get to sit and woork. plus, i get to meet interesting ppl. if only i can speak in mandarin and if only my mother allowed me to take up mandarin courses, i believe i wld have at least made one pathetic sale. oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let me promote myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;IF ANYONE IS THINKING ABOUT GETTING CABLETV OR MAXONLINE, PLS DO CONTACT ME. I'LL GIVE YOU VERY GOOD DISCOUNT, SERIOUSLY.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lalalas- i'm QUITE contented with my life at this moment.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7005545-114095734716396277?l=sweetmiseryy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetmiseryy.blogspot.com/feeds/114095734716396277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7005545&amp;postID=114095734716396277' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7005545/posts/default/114095734716396277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7005545/posts/default/114095734716396277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetmiseryy.blogspot.com/2006/02/email.html' title='the email.'/><author><name>nisha.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10101356350098767586</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><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7005545.post-114040876254971134</id><published>2006-02-19T23:57:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2006-02-20T16:12:42.560+12:00</updated><title type='text'>at work.</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;today at work, i met a guy who laughs like &lt;u&gt;MORANSI&lt;/u&gt; a.k.a &lt;b&gt;jack&lt;/b&gt; by class 06S21.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol. moransi laughs in a very stunning way and no one can crack up tadt way. his laughter is a mixture of hyena's and duck's sound.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7005545-114040876254971134?l=sweetmiseryy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetmiseryy.blogspot.com/feeds/114040876254971134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7005545&amp;postID=114040876254971134' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7005545/posts/default/114040876254971134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7005545/posts/default/114040876254971134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetmiseryy.blogspot.com/2006/02/at-work.html' title='at work.'/><author><name>nisha.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10101356350098767586</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7005545.post-114001412514528711</id><published>2006-02-15T22:39:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2006-02-16T02:35:25.270+12:00</updated><title type='text'>tadt tough journey.</title><content type='html'>the jae was a breeze. hey! who was i kidding?! hahas- it was one wacky ride. it felt as if all the burden of the world was on my &lt;u&gt;fragile&lt;/u&gt; shoulders. it felt as if, if i'm going to make a &lt;b&gt;wrong&lt;/b&gt; decision, the world will crash into bits. lol. very cartoon ah. well, the vendetta was between mass comm and jjc. when i was doing the 'o' levels, only the thought of going to jjc was in my mind. nth else. but, when i received my results frm my {clears throat} beloved ex-form tcher, mister vj, mass comm filled my mind. i thought over it very well, yet, i felt as if i cldn't come to a final decision. mass comm is sth i aspire to do. but, in a practical way of thinking, i shld take the jc route, since i got distinction for both my e and a maths. but, i cldn't let go of my dream to become a dj or reporter! hahas- so, mass comm is my first choice! however, i'm still uncertain whether i made the right decision. &lt;i&gt;oh nisha, u can't cry over the spiltmilk, anyways.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;blahs-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7005545-114001412514528711?l=sweetmiseryy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetmiseryy.blogspot.com/feeds/114001412514528711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7005545&amp;postID=114001412514528711' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7005545/posts/default/114001412514528711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7005545/posts/default/114001412514528711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetmiseryy.blogspot.com/2006/02/tadt-tough-journey.html' title='tadt tough journey.'/><author><name>nisha.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10101356350098767586</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><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7005545.post-113963347356667174</id><published>2006-02-11T12:48:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2006-02-11T16:51:13.576+12:00</updated><title type='text'>it's like wth!</title><content type='html'>i'm not going to blog abt my results. i'm uncertain whether to be contented with my results or mull over it for the whole of this wk. but, i'm friggin' glad, or rather, i'm filled with exhilaration cos i managed to get distinction for english. yeah man. shone's gonna give me a treat for tadt. how sweet aye. and mass comm is sure my first choice. though i've wished to take up mass comm, i've nvr dreamed of actually being eligible to do tadt course, for real! muhahaha! i've got to thk ms au aye. smiles widely. otherwise, i'm really frustrated plus sad too. so, imagine me now. being frustrated, smiling and crying, all at the same time. those who used to get worse results did far better than me. sighs- oh. my horoscope says tadt i'll be silly, delightful and frivolous today! lol. i think i'll be happy aftall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I WENT FOR MY TYPHOID JAB YDAY! hahas- it was painful. as painful as when an ant bites you really hard. lol. today wld be my official first day at pizza hut. i even got my own badge! hope it'll be fun! :))))))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7005545-113963347356667174?l=sweetmiseryy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetmiseryy.blogspot.com/feeds/113963347356667174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7005545&amp;postID=113963347356667174' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7005545/posts/default/113963347356667174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7005545/posts/default/113963347356667174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetmiseryy.blogspot.com/2006/02/its-like-wth.html' title='it&apos;s like wth!'/><author><name>nisha.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10101356350098767586</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><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7005545.post-113939552249543035</id><published>2006-02-08T18:45:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2006-02-08T22:45:22.513+12:00</updated><title type='text'>blahs-</title><content type='html'>I HAVE NTH TO BLOG ABOUT. LALALAS-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7005545-113939552249543035?l=sweetmiseryy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetmiseryy.blogspot.com/feeds/113939552249543035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7005545&amp;postID=113939552249543035' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7005545/posts/default/113939552249543035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7005545/posts/default/113939552249543035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetmiseryy.blogspot.com/2006/02/blahs.html' title='blahs-'/><author><name>nisha.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10101356350098767586</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7005545.post-113913725817844472</id><published>2006-02-05T19:06:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2006-02-05T23:00:58.453+12:00</updated><title type='text'>a dog conversation.</title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;23:45 ; 040206&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was crapping with shone over the phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shone: i was..(a slurping sound in the backgrnd.)&lt;br /&gt;me: wait.. wadt's tadt sound??&lt;br /&gt;s: wadt sound??&lt;br /&gt;m: the slurping sound lah. coming frm ur room.&lt;br /&gt;s: oh. cranky is licking me. (cranky is his dog's name.)&lt;br /&gt;m: oh... &lt;br /&gt;s: yeah.&lt;br /&gt;m: i'm wondering,.. wadt do u suppose he was licking before tadt??&lt;br /&gt;s: (long silence for abt half a sec.) ermm.. i dunno..&lt;br /&gt;m: well, i say, if u're lucky it was just his organs of reproduction.&lt;br /&gt;s: man..! (pukes.)&lt;br /&gt;m: (rolling on the floor and laughing.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ermmms...??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7005545-113913725817844472?l=sweetmiseryy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetmiseryy.blogspot.com/feeds/113913725817844472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7005545&amp;postID=113913725817844472' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7005545/posts/default/113913725817844472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7005545/posts/default/113913725817844472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetmiseryy.blogspot.com/2006/02/dog-conversation.html' title='a dog conversation.'/><author><name>nisha.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10101356350098767586</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7005545.post-113905979866586525</id><published>2006-02-04T21:29:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2006-02-05T01:30:01.763+12:00</updated><title type='text'>ngee ann poly.</title><content type='html'>my day was well-spent in ngee ann poly, though i didn't had the chance to go see the chingay parade. no one wanted to follow me.. how sad aye?? shone has to complete his project and the others are at east coast right now, sniffing in the smell of bbq-ed chicken wing and savouring melted marshmallow. &lt;b&gt;marshmallows!!&lt;/b&gt; yummy. how long has it been since i've gone to the beach?! i jus love the salty smell of the sea. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i attended the sp concert aftall, jus to get tadt 20bucks HMV voucher. lol. the host, who starred in the portrait of home as fyn(for those who used to watch this chinese drama wld noe her. sorry. i don't recall her real name.), was talking in mandarin. i understood a few words so, i kinda survived in there for one and a half hrs. the project superstar finalists had to perform two songs each, a chinese and an english song. chanel performed first. she sang her english song better than her chinese song. however, silver and kelly sang their chinese songs the best. kelly sang 'from the bottom of my broken heart' and it was far frm wadt i expected. she'd better stick to singing chinese song. due to some personal matters, anugerah winner khairul did not turn up to perform. otherwise, some of the sp talents performed and i enjoyed one veryVERY much. tadt wld be farid's performance. farid's a student in sp. i fell in love with his voice. it was jus so.. &lt;i&gt;irresistable&lt;/i&gt;. why &lt;i&gt;irresistable&lt;/i&gt;?? cos i didn't want him to stop singing?? lol. sounds cheesy aye?? oh. and i slept thru most of the sp talent performances. oops.!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm watching chingay 'live!' in chl8. since i can't go there, why not watch it at home. boohoo. i missed it last yr &lt;u&gt;AND&lt;/u&gt; this yr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;time for tv updates! hahas- i wasn't pleased with the first episode of survivor. i found it all too.. FAST. okie, i don't why i chose this word to describe yday's preview of survivor. the word jus crossed my mind. hahas- maybe it's because i found the fact tadt a young female contestant (i didn't catch her name.) was exiled as soon as she landed on the island. oh. and i so CAN'T wait for &lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;DESPERATE HOUSEWIVES&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;. i want to noe how those new neightbours are related to the whole story. and i can't wait to noe abt bree's mother-in-law. she seem to be interesting. lol. and i can go on, on wadt i want to noe. it seems tadt all our questions will be answered in this season. hopefully. american idol was a killer! i laughed till my stomach hurt really badly. most who came to audition for AI were weird. too weird till i was rolling on the floor and laughing. and i laughed till i wonder why they auditioned when it's clearly written all over their face tadt they can't make it to the nxt round! anyways, the show IS groovy because of these rejects AND, of cos, SIMON cowell. the one who never-make-me-bored with his comments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lalas- it's been my routine to &lt;i&gt;pon&lt;/i&gt; sch evry tuesday why?? because of mt lessons. i jus abhor mt lessons. and i'm bad in communicating in tamil. tadt's the one and only reason, actually. so, as usual, i'm planning to &lt;i&gt;pon&lt;/i&gt; sch this coming tuesday! hurray! ppl, now u noe when i'm free. ask me out! lol. i doubt tadt will happen, actually. evryone's like busy. they're either working or in sch. so, surprise me ppl! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the nerve-wrecking day is nearing. geez. jus nxt wk. nxt wk, aye...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7005545-113905979866586525?l=sweetmiseryy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetmiseryy.blogspot.com/feeds/113905979866586525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7005545&amp;postID=113905979866586525' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7005545/posts/default/113905979866586525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7005545/posts/default/113905979866586525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetmiseryy.blogspot.com/2006/02/ngee-ann-poly.html' title='ngee ann poly.'/><author><name>nisha.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10101356350098767586</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7005545.post-113845555586555253</id><published>2006-01-28T21:40:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2006-01-29T01:39:15.910+12:00</updated><title type='text'>walk away.</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;i love the sound of you walking away. mascara bleeds a blackened tear. and i am cold, yes i'm cold. but not as cold as you are.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a small part from FRANZ FERDINAND's &lt;b&gt;walk away&lt;/b&gt;. veryVERY bad memories came flooding back when i was listening to this song. &lt;s&gt;i erred. i shld have slapped him right across his face before he walked away.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;____________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm working on my math assignment now. i completed my gp assignment at 0200 this morn. a dumb qns abt the breakdown of extended family. my gp ppr is now filled with scribbles. i skipped yday's cny celebration. i heard tadt the celebration was, actually, fun. well, i don't regret not attending school yday. &lt;u&gt;at least i got to wake up at 1200 in the noon&lt;/u&gt; while the other students had to wake up early. my mother and i were supposed to go town yday. but, we ended up in imm. i'm not sure whether it's a coincidence or fate, there was a SOMEONE in the same bus we took back home. &lt;s&gt;FORTUNATELY&lt;/s&gt;/UNFORTUNATELY. &lt;s&gt;i don't know. and the worst part was he was with a girl who is freaking UGLY with a very nerdy specs on.&lt;/s&gt; i hate him. looking on the bighter side of yday, i bought a new piggy bank! lol. sounds lame, yeah. i wanna start the habit of saving money. inspired by lana. she saves up to 1k in a mth, but they are usually spent in the end. blahs- &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mental note: &lt;br /&gt;wei seng owe me cny goodies. meishan owe me a SAKURA treat. and the jackass shone owe me a day out. &lt;br /&gt;i owe another SOMEONE a day out AND a treat. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;james, or rather THE INSENSITIVE AND i-want-to-slit-his-throat GOON', cheated me. and i'm frustrated since thursday. he LIED to me tadt he was doing mrs grace a favor by doing grocery for her when ACTUALLY he was out with his EX, ms i'm-a-bimbo-so-don't-mind-my-stupidity. okie, i'm not getting to the point, ain't i? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;james and i were supposed to be at steven's house, helping him clean up the mess he was in and is still in. IT WAS A VERY IMMEDIATE AFFAIR. apparently, our mr charming steven two-timed his beloved girlfren and came to us for help. and why is it an immediate affair? because our dear steven screwed up his 3yrs relationaship by french-kissing his gf's BEST FREN. being the helpful person i always am, [clears throat], i agreed. or actually, i was in debt of him for a favor he did a longLONGlong time ago, which i regret asking him because he stil reminds me abt it whenever he needs a help. wellwell, i can't solve this problem myself because &lt;b&gt;i'm not glib-tongued, unlike the jerk who can sugar anyone up&lt;/b&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;i wouldn't have mind if i did clean up steven's mess. instead, i screwed it up very badly. now, steven's 3yrs relationship has gone down the drain. though steven don't blame me, i feel somehow &lt;i&gt;responsible&lt;/i&gt; for it. i know tadt steven is NOT a guy who plays arnd with his anyone's heart but i can't figure out why he did tadt. &lt;i&gt;if only tadt bloody jerk james did not LIE to me and turn up instead of sticking his tongue into someone else's mouth, if u get wadt i mean.&lt;/i&gt; sadly, his flattering talent is not working on me. it has nvr worked on me, anyways. GET IT JAMES?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;james is calling me. AND I LOVE TO REJECT CALLS. [smiles and thinks to herself &lt;i&gt;i'm loving it&lt;/i&gt;.] hehes- &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let him get a taste of MY LIES when the time comes. i will get my revenge one day and till den,...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've decided to forgive him and am going to answer his call. ain't i sweet, ppl??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7005545-113845555586555253?l=sweetmiseryy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetmiseryy.blogspot.com/feeds/113845555586555253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7005545&amp;postID=113845555586555253' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7005545/posts/default/113845555586555253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7005545/posts/default/113845555586555253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetmiseryy.blogspot.com/2006/01/walk-away.html' title='walk away.'/><author><name>nisha.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10101356350098767586</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7005545.post-113715079791190907</id><published>2006-01-13T19:15:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2006-01-13T23:23:15.606+12:00</updated><title type='text'>sudoku.</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;i've not been blogging for a very very very long time.&lt;/b&gt; been busy?? not really. more like, &lt;u&gt;tired&lt;/u&gt;. whenever i'm online, i'd end up trying to solve the &lt;b&gt;sudoku&lt;/b&gt; puzzle. evryone shld try playing this. it's simply gggreat solving those puzzles. currently, my fastest solving time is ten minutes. sab's five minutes. i've got to beat tadt! lol. it's sucha relaxation solving those puzzles. u get to forget all those 'naggy' stuffs in ur mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everyone's asking me, 'how's m.i??' and evrytime i answer, 'okie lah.' i've nth much to say abt it. it's fun and fun is sucha a common word. i &lt;u&gt;must&lt;/u&gt; widen my vocab! well, actually, i expected more frm the orientation. i enjoyed the games greatly. and the mi dance wasn't tadt BAD aftall. otherwise, the treasure hunt was sucha a failure. and so were the competitions. though not a total failure. i &lt;b&gt;loved&lt;/b&gt; the alcor's show on spongebob and &lt;u&gt;patrick&lt;/u&gt;, my everloving&lt;b&gt;darling&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;i&gt;oh.i meant the character.duh.&lt;/i&gt; i abhored the skit/dance competition. it was a drag. however, i'm enjoying sch now. lectures and breaks. more lectures and breaks. my math lecturer is an old man, who's addressed as &lt;b&gt;mr &lt;u&gt;saw&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;, and he reminds me of &lt;i&gt;mr lai&lt;/i&gt;. same teaching techniques and behaviour. &lt;i&gt;he who loves to saw wood before lecture.&lt;/i&gt; lol. a personal joke, so don't take notice of it. physics lecturer, mr d.chong. a guy who looks like a student. but, with the behaviour and dress sense of a sixty yr old. and &lt;i&gt;he who takes 970 and sleepwalks.&lt;/i&gt; another personal joke of mine. lingli loves shouting 'i love physics' whenever we see him in the morn. and i somehow like the walk to mi evrymorn. it's kinda fun.&lt;i&gt;tadt word &lt;u&gt;again&lt;/u&gt;. to hell with &lt;b&gt;fun&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/i&gt; basically, mi is a &lt;i&gt;kampong&lt;/i&gt; sch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've met quite a few new frens there. there's &lt;u&gt;laila&lt;/u&gt;. my OG mate. sucha sweetheart. we're always complaining abt the others. sadly, she withdrew frm mi early this wk. i'll miss u, laila. and there's shamila a.k.a &lt;u&gt;sham&lt;/u&gt;. my chatting partner. whenever we talk, we really &lt;b&gt;talk&lt;/b&gt;. hahas- we, the talkative bunch. also &lt;u&gt;stella&lt;/u&gt;. STELALALALALA. lol. she's another sweet gurl frm my OG. i can 'click' with her very well. there are also the others, like &lt;u&gt;kristle&lt;/u&gt; and &lt;u&gt;xian&lt;/u&gt;. and there's 'stingray'. the guy who's really annoying. lol. lingli has named him as the nxt lik ang. &lt;i&gt;u'd noe lik ang if u were in class 4e3 of 2005.&lt;/i&gt; oh. and there's &lt;b&gt;keong.&lt;/b&gt; the OG leader and games coordinator. &lt;i&gt;he who has a seductive voice.&lt;/i&gt; lol. gd to attract ladies but i'm always disturb by the way he recites the pledge in tadt eversoloworrather&lt;b&gt;deep&lt;/b&gt; voice. jus turns me off for some reasons. veryVERYvery disturbing. hahas- otherwise, he's a gd game commenter. he did a &lt;b&gt;gg.reat&lt;/b&gt; job in commenting tadt soccer match with joel. talking abt the gd things in mi...lol. so far, no dropdeadgorg guys have caught my attention. maybe i'm not interested. i &lt;b&gt;dun.no.&lt;/b&gt; oh. however, mirah and sab have new crushes. &lt;i&gt;i'm not sure whether i'm doing the right thing by putting this in my blog.oops!&lt;/i&gt; oh. and my incident with 2 lesbians a.k.a les. gp lecture was going on and 2 gurls, or rather les, were flirting with each other. and coincidentally, the lecturer, our dm mr ivan lim &lt;i&gt;call me sir&lt;/i&gt; &lt;u&gt;another personal joke&lt;/u&gt;, was discussing abt gays. lingli nearly puked by the sight of the 2 gurls. ewww... or wadt??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am enjoying mi and so is claire enjoying pjc. lol. though i've been missing out on the frens gathering but nvrmind. i'll meet up with them someother time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i found a job and i was selected to work there. at shenton way and the pay's high. but due to mi, i rejected the offer.rather due to the time constraint of travelling all the way to shenton.now, i'm back to square one. many have asked me , for instance ros, why i'm looking for a job when i'm studying. well, i'll answer now, once for all. i wld like to gain the experience of studying and working at the same time. i'm someone who loves the tension of life, though i complain abt it evryday. i jus enjoy it when my life's a hectic one. &lt;i&gt;tadt's why, i love the life of &lt;b&gt;new york&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/i&gt; i'm trying at fast-food joint. so tadt i can have a flexible working schedule to go with my sch schedule. and surpriseSURPRISE! i'm willing to work during wkend AND public hols. my ego of thinking tadt, working during the wkends and public hols is pathetic, is totally gone. oh. how i wish it's so easy to get a job. maybe i'm jus pure fussy with the job. oh. wadtever ya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wow. i'm surprised with how much i can type out in 20 mins while solving sudoku puzzle!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;I LOVE SUDOKU.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh. and today's friday, the thirteenth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lalalalalalas-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;out!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7005545-113715079791190907?l=sweetmiseryy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetmiseryy.blogspot.com/feeds/113715079791190907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7005545&amp;postID=113715079791190907' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7005545/posts/default/113715079791190907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7005545/posts/default/113715079791190907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetmiseryy.blogspot.com/2006/01/sudoku.html' title='sudoku.'/><author><name>nisha.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10101356350098767586</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7005545.post-113508431840925570</id><published>2005-12-20T21:35:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2005-12-21T01:11:58.600+12:00</updated><title type='text'>thinking back.</title><content type='html'>lots of time in my hand made me think abt my pri sch life?? i thought i'll nvr miss it because i totally screwed up tadt segment of my life, somehow. my pri sch life is filled with lots of regrets and even now, i adamantly want to turn back time and somehow magically make it be beta and muchmuch more perfect.if only our life were lyke a time-machine, though i don't believe tadt time-machine exist and will EVER exist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wadt i miss most is my pri.5 life??it was great although i got into lots of troubles.though i screwed up my life way&lt;b&gt;too&lt;/b&gt;badly by being 'de-promoted' to em2.okie, this sounds kinda lame.so wadt if u're in em1 or 2.it's not a big deal now but it was a big deal den.i felt so demoralised when although i achieved a higher aggregate score than &lt;u&gt;the bitch&lt;/u&gt;, i was moved to a lousier class,the fifth class.all thks to the damn english language!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;looking on the bright side, i miss hanging arnd with my pri.5 classmates although we did not continue being  close when we were seperated into different class.i miss recess the most.it sounds childish now but we used to play catching??lol.the girls v/s the guys. hahas- before recess, we'll plan who we'll be chasing and once the bell rings, we'll all run down to the sch compound and start chasing each other.we don't mind skipping our meal jus to have fun,anyways, it was a gd way to save money.when we're not chasing each other, we'll play hopscotch or basketball or badminton.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss hanging out with the guys.we'll stay back aft sch to use the tamil class computers.and i rmb we entering into porno website.hahas- i didn't mind looking at naked girls with only guys arnd me. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss playing little fighter two with the guys.i miss tadt veryVERYvery much!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss getting into trouble with the other 2 guys when we were late for classes aft tamil lessons.we'll purposely walk slowly or go down to the canteen to grab some food or simply jus miss the lesson.and the best part is tadt, the punishment wld be standing outside of the class. i rmb standing outside of the class for abt 1 hr.instead of sticking our heads inbetween the window panels and listening to the teacher, we were cracking jokes and hitting each other.the teacher was too pissed off and he yelled at us.but so wadt??we had fun.we even had the cheek to smile when he was yelling at us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss pouring water on the teacher's chair and getting punished for tadt.[by standing infront of the class for a period, i think.] and i miss pouring superglue on the teacher's chair,again, and didn't get caught for tadt!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss bullying those nerds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss yelling at the teachers and cat-call them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss p.e lessons. esp captain ball!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss coming sch late and sneak into class without getting caught.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss coming to sch late and somehow didn't manage to et into the class without being seen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss the day when the headmistress said she knew my dirty secret ways to sneak into the flag-raising ceremony and class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss playing truants and nvr get caught. :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss so many things yet i regret tadt much of things. well, all i've to do now is to stop complaining and move on. i can't turn back time so i'll not talk abt wadt i wld like to change.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7005545.post-113497943332709257</id><published>2005-12-19T19:21:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2005-12-19T20:03:53.380+12:00</updated><title type='text'>narnia.</title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;narnia rocked! caught it yday at jb. and shopped till my legs ached. even till now.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm turning into one lazybum. i wake up in the aftnoon evryday and rest my butt on the sofa, infront of the tvset till sunset.during the 'o's, i wld have love this life but ritd now...i'm abhorring it.well,i'm not going to get into the matter deeply and make this whole entry sound so frustrating.hmms- looking on the bright side, luck is actually shining on me.or rather &lt;i&gt;was&lt;/i&gt;.i've won a ticket to the superstar concert thru the sp draw, i'm going to receive 150bucks worth of good progress award and i'm going to m.i. nxt yr for 3mth, though i'm unsure whether this is sth lucky to talk abt.i'm stil trying my luck by jobhunting.damn those who don't employ 16yrs teens!&lt;br /&gt;to sum it all up, my life's actually bland without salt and pepper.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7005545-113497943332709257?l=sweetmiseryy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetmiseryy.blogspot.com/feeds/113497943332709257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7005545&amp;postID=113497943332709257' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7005545/posts/default/113497943332709257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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contact her but deli'france did.she really wanted tadt sakura job.i think i made a big mistake by writing on the form tadt i don't want to work on sundays.i mean,come one, sundays are meant for spending time with our families!lol.seriously,i'm tooTOOtoo used to waking up at one in the aftnoon on sundays and jus slack arnd.i bet i'd have no mood to go work on sundays.anyways, deli'france was not too appealing to me.they pay $3.80/hr and we have to fork out $100/$160 for the uniform.ermm..i've no comment abt it.i expected more,seriously.it came as a shock.i bet my mouth was wide open when the manager said tadt.oh.den we headed to lot one, insearch of jobs.over there,it's all abt the HEADQUARTERS.we took down all the hq nos and sat outside the lrt station and dialled.no one answered.we guessed tadt all the offices were closed.i came back home feeling very tired.adn there was shone's msg,asking me out to the beach today!BEACH!!but i can't go.i've to go to malikka's house today.she's pestering me to stay-over at her house but i'm not very sure abt stying-over.i'm &lt;b&gt;pure-laziness&lt;/b&gt;hahas-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i jus called kinokuniya,giordano,watson,worldOFsports and l.p zone which is under baleno.there's no job vacant at kinokuniya.giordano gave me, 'not available to take ur call.pls..'i jus cursed and slammed the phone down.watson's interview is frm 2p.m to 4p.m at the watson's hq.i'm not very sure abt going there.&lt;b&gt;pure-laziness&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm going town tmr to get a job at starbucks.here i come starbucks!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7005545-113392805537818846?l=sweetmiseryy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetmiseryy.blogspot.com/feeds/113392805537818846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='html'>i was flipping thru the pages of &lt;i&gt;classified&lt;/i&gt; and blogHOPPING at the same time.my hp vibrated.i looked at the screen and the screen blinked &lt;i&gt;private no&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;i&gt;who's tadt&lt;/i&gt;, i wondered.i answered.and,a throaty voice at the other end gave out a laugh.and said,"lucifer.one,two,three,four,five,six." and laughed again.and hanged the phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okie, u caught me off-guard there,malikka and hafizah!lol.all i managed to say was 'shutUP'.u can't blame me.i was switched to my serious mode at tadt time.but i knew clearly tadt it was u guys.hahas- anyways,tadt was one gd experience.tadt's called &lt;i&gt;retribution&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm seriously jobHUNTING ritd now.i'm considered broke with $5.25 under my name.&lt;i&gt;how pathetic.&lt;/i&gt; tadt's how sheryl describe my state.i'm not mad at her for using tadt word on me cos i think likewise too.anyhow,i'll be meeting gurdeep later at the newly-renovated plaza.we'll be jobHUNTING there,or rather &lt;u&gt;I'LL&lt;/u&gt; be jobHUNTING there.gurdeep tried at hangTEN and sakura yday.i'm only trying at sakura today.i'll not work as a salesperson although i assume tadt it'll be my last resort.another reason to add into my whyIwantTOwork list is tadt, I'M BORED!can u hear me scream tadt out loud??i'm reallyREALLYreally bored.sighs- i'm missing those prelims time when we have to study.those were the time when we had an aim.now, i'm &lt;i&gt;aimless&lt;/i&gt;.hahas- i guess i'm sounding weird now.gurdeep was saying last nitd tadt she's so bored tadt she wants to sit down and do maths.lol.she used to abhor maths and now she wants to sit down and &lt;i&gt;do maths&lt;/i&gt;??hahas- i don't believe i'm going to try my luck at sakura.cos,u see,i'm too used to being the customer and not...well,i'll not finsh the sentence.lol.but i've no choice.i want to work at starbucks but it seems tadt there's no vacancy at plaza starbucks.&lt;b&gt;i need a job immediately.&lt;/b&gt; or else i'll watch tv till my eyes,body and soul rot.rot.and.rot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh.it's already in the process of rotting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;help me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol.tadt was lame.hehes-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7005545-113385279927264936?l=sweetmiseryy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetmiseryy.blogspot.com/feeds/113385279927264936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7005545&amp;postID=113385279927264936' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7005545/posts/default/113385279927264936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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yesterday.vincent's b'day party was a success in pranking those bitches although i didn't get to try the big dark chocolate cake cos i was in a rush to get back home.well, two of the bitches got drunk lyke losers and they started getting dizzy.&lt;i&gt;i think it's the first time they're drinking cos they got drunk aft their second serving.&lt;/i&gt;they started throwing up and ohBOY was the room smelling so revolting.vincent,shone,james,weiSENg,meiSHAN and of cos me carried them,&lt;i&gt;supposedly the &lt;b&gt;leaders&lt;/b&gt; of the bitchGANG&lt;/i&gt;,in to the storeroom and took away their clutches.we got out all their stuffs and switched them.i changed the languages of their handphone to portuguese!lol.we oso changed their ringtones and prankcalled one of their bf.aft watching the exorcism of emily rose with nazrad and malikka and aft they related to me wadt they did to SOMEONE,i followed their idea.let me recount wadt happened...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the other side:ringring&lt;br /&gt;aft the first ring,&lt;br /&gt;theBF:hello darling.[apparently he has a caller id]&lt;br /&gt;sheryl:[sarcastically in a deep voice]darling!i'm not ur &lt;i&gt;darling&lt;/i&gt;! i'm..&lt;br /&gt;me:one,two,three,four,five,six![i was practically screaming!]&lt;br /&gt;at the background[shone,vincent and meishan]:one,two,three,four,five,six!&lt;br /&gt;theBF:huh?wadt??&lt;br /&gt;at this point we screamed.&lt;br /&gt;weiseng:one,two,three,four,five,six!&lt;br /&gt;and he put down the phone. and of cos, laughedd!shone laughed till he was practically rolling on the floor.meishan laughed till she started to cry.lol.but the fun was not yet over.&lt;br /&gt;aft we laughed till we can,&lt;i&gt;taadt was for abt ten mins&lt;/i&gt;,we called him again.this time he answered the phone aft the seventh ring.&lt;br /&gt;theBF:hel..&lt;br /&gt;we:one,two,three,four,five,six!&lt;br /&gt;and we screamed lyke mad!till some others downstairs came running upstairs,looking confused.we signalled them to be quiet and continued our prank on the himbo.&lt;br /&gt;meishan[in a deep voice]:i'm emily rose!pay respect to me and call me aunty!&lt;br /&gt;theBF:wadt nonsense!who r u??wadt r u doing with my gf's hp??i dare u to come infront of me and talk lyke tadt!&lt;br /&gt;shone[with his horrible deep voice]:i'm emily rose!!and don't worry abt meeting me.i'll be in ur room at three.u will sense me there..cos u'll be awaken by the smell of smoke!&lt;br /&gt;and we screamed again while some other guys screamed 'one,two,three,four,five,six'.&lt;br /&gt;and we hanged the phone and once again started laughing.our voices were hoarse and my throat itched lyke hell.once we had enuff,we deleted lots of their contacts and looked thru their msgs.one of the msgs was really omfg!hahas-they were practically phone sexing or rather msg sexing with their bf!we also took a pic of them in their pathetic state and sent to all their contacts.we also set their alarm to ring at three in the morn.hahas-aft we got enuff of all the pranks,we woke them up by pouring water on them.we acted as if evrything was the same.as i was getting late, i went back home.but, shone updated me on the matter.it seems tadt they hailed a cab and went back home immediately with their other buddies who weren't as drunk as them.we were lucky tadt those other girls at the ground floor didn't catch us pulling the pranks on them.apparently,those two bitches didn't noe abt the prank till the alarm went off at three!lol.funny ppl.i love bitches cos they make me happy lyke these jokers!hahas-&lt;i&gt;do i sound mean??&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the nxt day was prom.i didn't get a dress cos i was sick of finding dresses.so i jus wore a kebaya.early in the morn, i went to the hair dresser's and straighten the top of my hair and permed the end.i paid fourtyBUCKS for tadt.but anyways, it got all messy by the end of the night. prom was fun.i had a great time by posing for pics!i jus love posing for pics.hahas- i am being thick-skinned!i reached home feeling really tired.thks to sab's parents, i reached home early.the nxt day was boring and so was today. all i did was sleep and read storybooks.how dull..&lt;br /&gt;the only interesting thing tadt happened today was james' call.james,adam,shone and me are gonna throw a christmas party!hooray!i'm the event organiser.i'm going to come up with games and all.as usual, james' aunty,aunt sarah's in'charge of the food!yummy!james and adam is going to come up with a plan to persuade james' parents to allow us to throw a party.shone's in-charge of coming up with the guest lists.it's gonna be lyke a get-together.we've decided to invite all our old frens.hopefully aunt and uncle agree and everything goes well and we'll be having a party!jus lyke old days!hahas- now, i sound lyke an old woman with wise grey hair.hahas-&lt;br /&gt;a new yr's ahead!gotta come up with new resolutions.i did not fulfil all of my this yr's resolution.i have abt 29 days to do tadt but i don't think i will.well, let us not look back and start a new life in the new coming yr.but, of cos, we gotta learn the mistakes we made this yr and not to do them again.i believe i will not.hopefully, all will think tadt way too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s jordus, i've updated!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7005545-113353155648020174?l=sweetmiseryy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetmiseryy.blogspot.com/feeds/113353155648020174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7005545&amp;postID=113353155648020174' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7005545/posts/default/113353155648020174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7005545/posts/default/113353155648020174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetmiseryy.blogspot.com/2005/12/im-lazy.html' title='i&apos;m LAZY!'/><author><name>nisha.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10101356350098767586</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7005545.post-113275847979192085</id><published>2005-11-23T23:15:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2005-11-24T03:07:59.856+12:00</updated><title type='text'>geez..shone, get out!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;to ada: i'm sorry i couldn't make it to ur b'day party.anyways &lt;b&gt;happy b'day!&lt;/b&gt; i'm sad abt not getting to see ur newly-dyed hair..&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;another great day jus passed by me. sab,mira and i went to the 3-mths thingy talk. it was a 'draggy' talk. i've made up my choices and all i've to do is log into the website and get all my choices entered. tadt one i'll do soon. aft tadt, we headed to bugis. our mission was to window-shop for prom dress. i've laid my eyes on 2 dresses. one is a black,long,tube-like dress and the other is a kindOFpurplish dress with design on it,also a long but spagetti-strapped dress.they cost 150 and 200bucks respectively.oh boy was it beautiful! i've decided to go shopping with my mom on sat. i'm getting my prom dress,at last!hopefully i'll get it on sat..alrity,we left there at abt 5 aft talking non-stop for hrs.lol.i headed to plaza to get bread and HLmilk for dinner[wadt a sad dinner i had tonitd..]and wadt a surprise! i saw babyboy!aft lyke many mths!he's stil drop-dead gorg okie??he looks much better.tadt's a gd sign..oh well,he was there grocery shopping with his mom.how cute of him to accompany his mom for grocery shopping.i'd say tadt this kinda guy wld usually be gentleman.guess so..hehes- alritd.i stil have not got over the shock of seeing him again.hahas-i'm mad!i'm supposed to think abt only 'the groom's brother' ritd??&lt;i&gt;oh nisha..there're no rules in the game of crushes..&lt;/i&gt;okie.tadt wasn't me,tadt was the evil twin sista of mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll be heading to town tmr,most probably.to shop at scotts.i'm so into it and i think i'm deep into it now.why must the theme be &lt;i&gt;bold and beutiful&lt;/i&gt;?why not retro?tadt's lyke so much better and easier to shop for dresses.there were so many retro-looking dresses out there.why must it be the boring old &lt;i&gt;bold and beautiful&lt;/i&gt;?[isn't tadt the title of the hallmark sitcom??or is it starchnl??oh wadtever.]anyways,it's a boring soapy show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hurray!the weavers are stil in the race!i'm so exhilarated for them.i think they someHOW livenUP the whole show.weavers rock.and i loathe the linz..they're so mean..and yeah,tmr's lyke the last episode of LOST!oh man.i missed it last wk 'cos of the exams and the end of part1 is coming to an end?!looking at the bright side, there's stil AXN.[watching the repeat of LOST jus puts a smile on my face.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;me:can u do me a favour?&lt;br /&gt;shone:wadt??&lt;br /&gt;m:stop bugging me!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol.shone's killing me with his crude jokes and crappy sing-song laughter.shone's laughter is so one of a kind.instead of laughing,he'll snort,lyke how val will put it 'laughing thru ur nose' but with an awful sound.lol.SHONE.he who called his ex revolting ritd on her face.how mean can a guy be?? hahas- alritd, let's not go there.i had a long chat with shone jus now.laugh till i was rolling on the floor.[kind of..okie.i admit it.i exaggerated.]i can't wait to go to vincent's party.'can't wait to insult the bitch' tadt's how shone put it.lol.bet we'll be having fun there.since vincent's turning 21,guess it'll be a &lt;i&gt;wild&lt;/i&gt; party.[u noe wadtImean..alcohol and all..]i hate ppl who get drunk and smokes but i'll go jus to piss tadtBITCH off.we're planning to put her down infront of evryone.including her nasty clique.we're gonna come up with a big plan.and the b'day boy's in it too.hahas- tadt's the fun part,isn't it? okie, enuff of it.[i jus hope tadt bitch don't read this.if u are,all i've to say is u r a B.I.T.C.H. bitchBITCHbitchBITCHbitchBITCHbitch.]okie, now i'll make sure she reads this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;walah.i'm out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s richard marx-right here waiting. a romantic song.reminds me of 'the groom's brudder'.hahas-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7005545-113275847979192085?l=sweetmiseryy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetmiseryy.blogspot.com/feeds/113275847979192085/comments/default' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7005545.post-113266134035381052</id><published>2005-11-22T20:18:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2005-11-23T00:09:00.423+12:00</updated><title type='text'>ha. it's so OVER!</title><content type='html'>it's OVER.so &lt;b&gt;over&lt;/b&gt;. ha.. i didn't expect the end to come so early. but, wadtever. wadt's done is done, isn't it?? i'm planning to go to m.i., for fun..lol. might be working too. and of cos, who'll forget abt partying?? post exams are all abt partying,isn't it shone?? hahas- i've jus received the invitation for steven's and weiseng's party. i'm not sure abt going to wei seng's party on sunday cos i think i might be going to m'sia for shopping.shopping! omigod! i've been missing all the best parts of my life. including steven's parties. i've got to attend his upcoming party, or else i'll be chopped to pieces and parcelled to diff states.hahas-  i've missed 3 of his parties,including his sista's b'day party.stil yet to give her a b'day pressie.how bad i am..thus, attending steven's party is a &lt;b&gt;must&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last friday, after hist exam, i tagged along with mira and sab to catch harry potter and the goblet of fire.i'm still moaning over cedric's death. oh sad..'why is it tadt, always the most stunning looking dude dies in a movie??' mira said at the end of the movie. isn't it so true?? poor cedric..if only he didn't try to save harry frm the lord voldemort..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was stil moaning over cedric's death when i reached home.[seriously..the scene whre cedric's dad was crying was jus so sad.] at abt 5 plusplus i went out.jus to walkwalk at bugis.i attended my cousin's sista's wedding on sat. boy was it a tiring day.i reached home at abt 2 in the morn.i left my house at abt 2 in the aftnoon.i expected it to be crowded but it wasn't. we were lyke the first.soon, more of my relatives came.my nephew roshan was jus so naughty.called me stoopid. damn him.lol.anyways he's four yrs only.so i'll forgive him and not haunt him for revenge.my parents bought a diamond ring for my cousin and my grandma made me put it on for my cousin and the funny part was tadt i had to pose for a picture before putting it on.to add on, my every movement of putting it on was snapped.can u believe??bet i'm in the limelight by now!hahas- at abt 4 plusplus,the thirty seater bus came and we all rushed into the bus.all of us were on the way to the bpcc whre the wedding was held.once there, my other cousins and me jus lazed arnd and waited for the groom to arrive.aft walking and exploring the place for a hr[though the place was not interesting to explore], the groom arrived.i kind of escorted the ppl.hahas- funny how ppl grinned at me.all of us got seated and waited for the head of dunno-wadt-do-u-call-him to come in other words,the person who will register the marriage.all of us waited for another hr and i got really impatient.oh yeah.the groom's youngest brudder was hot!hahas- i was staring at him thru out the wedding.and i caught him doing tadt too.hehes- tadt was the fun part;looking at him.the wedding ended at eleven and i was dragged to the groom's house by my mom.both my brudders went back home and my dad stayed at bpcc to clear the place.travelled in my uncle's car.my cousin aashiq who's 4 and is really cute was blabbering away and it occupied my mind.at the same time i was excited to see the groom's brudder too.[smiling cheekily]once there,we had to wait till the newly-wedded couple to enter the house.kassim brudder's wife kept asking me to hold onto the flowers and accompany the bride; in other words,be the bridesmaid for awhile.ain't i too young to be one??hahas- once in the house,we were served f&amp;n orange.i was looking forward to drinking tea[after listening to my uncle's sarcastic comment on the tea they make thruout the journey there] but sadly i was unfortunate to taste their atrocious tea.the cameramen took more pics and the bride and groom were ready to go to their new house at tiong bahru.i stood up and lie back on the wall and turned to my right,whre the kitchen was.guess wadt i saw! the groom's brudder drinking f&amp;amp;n orange[tadt was his third glass] and staring at me!oh boy was he charming. i was stunned and looked away. oh my lord, bet this is jus another of my crush or rather infactuation. [clears throat] let me get back.i reached the couple's new house at abt 12 plusplus,i guess.it was a nicely designed house. we stayed there for abt ten mins or so only [the groom's brudder didn't go there.he stayed home instead.how sad..]okie.by then i was really sleepy but my dad and uncle wanted to have supper at the coffeshop at bukit gombak[al-alif].so we went there.i jus drank a cup of iced milo,jus lyke kareem brudder.aashiq wanted to have mcnuggets so i had to tag him along to the nearby mac to get him mcnuggets.we waited patiently for abt 5mins.i was surprised tadt it was crowded though it was one plusplus already.aftall it was sat nitd/sunday morn.aft our supper we headed home.i was thinking abt the groom's brudder thruout the journey.hehes- when i get back home, my brudder told me tadt he studied in the same sch as him,outram sec.so the nxt day,i ransacked my brudder's room to get his yearbks.i searched and found out tadt he was the track and field, and cross country captain for his house team! very athletic,isn't he?? i'm mad! hahas- alritd. on sunday,i went to my cousin's house at tampines and later went window-shopping at tm and bugis for prom.i've yet to decide wadt to wear. i've decided to go for more shopping tmr with mira and sab or if they can't make it, i'll be going with my mom. going with my mom is always a plusplus point cos i rarely fork out money for the stuffs. going with my dad is a plusplusplus point cos i don't have to take out my wallet at all! lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;upcoming events will be the sp visit.either on 25th or 26th nov.i'm looking forward to it cos i'll be meeting many of my old frens there.although i'll be meeting some of those who i detest...alritd,i've got to learn to put my past behind me or simply, bury the hatchet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;once in sp,i've got to rmb to:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(1)NOT roll my eyes at anyone who i abhor.&lt;br /&gt;(2)esp at tadt JERK.&lt;br /&gt;(3)NOT talk behind ppl's back.&lt;br /&gt;(4)NOT to throw sarcastic remarks at ppl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think tadt's all.the impt pts are the first 2.the other 2 is not so impt cos i've been doing tadt all my life.very hard to change the habit u noe.joking.i'm really trying to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okie dokie! time to check out the latest news and gossip and of cos, movies!! i'm excited..abt the hols, the `groom's brudder` and evrything! enjoy the new leash of life!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7005545-113266134035381052?l=sweetmiseryy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetmiseryy.blogspot.com/feeds/113266134035381052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7005545&amp;postID=113266134035381052' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7005545/posts/default/113266134035381052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7005545/posts/default/113266134035381052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetmiseryy.blogspot.com/2005/11/ha-its-so-over.html' title='ha. it&apos;s so OVER!'/><author><name>nisha.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10101356350098767586</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7005545.post-112350421471316211</id><published>2005-08-08T20:40:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2005-08-09T01:30:14.713+13:00</updated><title type='text'>ha.</title><content type='html'>i'm aching all over. so, i'll update more tmr. today's natianal day celebration was...okie lah. not very exciting. tmr'll be great! i'll be going over to sharon's for her house party n later to marina bay with mira n the others to watch the fireworks. woot! can't wait for tmr!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7005545-112350421471316211?l=sweetmiseryy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetmiseryy.blogspot.com/feeds/112350421471316211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7005545&amp;postID=112350421471316211' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7005545/posts/default/112350421471316211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7005545/posts/default/112350421471316211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetmiseryy.blogspot.com/2005/08/ha.html' title='ha.'/><author><name>nisha.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10101356350098767586</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7005545.post-112149307007237943</id><published>2005-07-16T14:06:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2005-07-16T18:51:10.106+13:00</updated><title type='text'>` my mood.</title><content type='html'>my comp was not appealing enuff to attract me till this morn.well,tadt's the reason for me not updating. plus, my hectic schedule. i've been staying up late at night jus to complete the hw and rush thru my revision. i detest how the teachers rush thru all the chaps this term. for heavens' sakes, we shld be revising for the prelims. other schs have completed their syllabus and here we are, jus getting introduced to the topic.doesn't it sound funny??as the days go by, i really wonder whre i'll be nxt yr...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;guess those close to me have noticed my mood. mira was telling me late last wk tadt she's kinda afraid of speaking to me as she's not sure whether i'm angry or wadt. i didn't noe hoe to react to tadt. and neither did i noe how to react when some other certain ppl shoot me the qns. 'oh nth.jus tired.' tadt's all i can say when apparently there're more to speak n act.my mind's slowly losing control.and i have to 'live' in my 'fantasy world',thinking tadt evrything's alrite, to keep myself together.i admit tadt i am apprehensive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm surprised tadt the mt lc was kinda easy. listening to ppl reading usually gives me the 'sleeping spell'.however, i managed not to fall asleep yday although the weather was obviously perfect for dozing.i believe it was all thks to the tension tadt was building at the back of my neck last aftnoon.the jitters worsen when i entered the room.although there were only two of us in the room taking the exam, the pressure in the room was kinda suffocating.i waited lyke forever for the lc to start and when eventually it began, i started to feel relaxed and soon the stress was gone and shortly, the exam was long over.thinking back, it is funny to be stressful for sth so short-termed arh. i'm laughing for my wasteful tension now. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm off to have my lunch.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7005545-112149307007237943?l=sweetmiseryy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetmiseryy.blogspot.com/feeds/112149307007237943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7005545&amp;postID=112149307007237943' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7005545/posts/default/112149307007237943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7005545/posts/default/112149307007237943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetmiseryy.blogspot.com/2005/07/my-mood.html' title='` my mood.'/><author><name>nisha.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10101356350098767586</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7005545.post-112038952699086862</id><published>2005-07-03T19:38:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2005-07-04T00:18:47.006+13:00</updated><title type='text'>war of the worlds.</title><content type='html'>oh. i didn't watch 'war of the worlds' with my cousin on friday cos i was really down.[u noe..oral..] thinking back, i think i was out of my mind rejecting a &lt;i&gt;free&lt;/i&gt; ticket! someone shld have slapped me on tadt day! oh well. i can't possibly &lt;i&gt;'cry'&lt;/i&gt; over the spilled milk, can i?? but,..i watched it today and boy was it so great!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i went to jb to shop, again. hahas- my parents decided to go someother place to shop for some stuffs, so i n my bro decided to catch a movie. aft having breakfast at a nearby restaurant we headed to city square.it was abt 1030, i guess, when we joined the queue. forget abt how early it was, the place was crowded! i cldn't stand the crowd so i asked my bro to get the tickets. i waited patiently and i thought we wld be watching the 1600 show instead of the earliest 1140 show. it was abt 1120 when my bro somehow [by cutting the queue] bought the tickets. imagine waiting for 50 mins for the ticket..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the movie, i love it! movie of the yr?? shld have been movie of the century.i've nvr watched a movie this great. a mixture of emotions in this movie. i like the effects. a little of jokes here n there.dark humor actually, but funny anyway. tom cruise did a great job and so did dakota fanning in showing her fears. ermms- excluding the screams. she screamed alot in this movie. overall, it's a fantastic movie. i don mind watching it again although the ending was abrupt. i'll give it 4 stars!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ha! it's tom cruise's b'day today! he doesn't look lyke a 43 yr old guy. more like a 35 yr old dude?? oh.. he's handsome.. lol. i'll be going to esplanade to study tmr. hahas-  i've gotta get the amaths kinematics concepts in my head by the end of tmr!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7005545-112038952699086862?l=sweetmiseryy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetmiseryy.blogspot.com/feeds/112038952699086862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7005545&amp;postID=112038952699086862' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7005545/posts/default/112038952699086862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7005545/posts/default/112038952699086862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetmiseryy.blogspot.com/2005/07/war-of-worlds.html' title='war of the worlds.'/><author><name>nisha.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10101356350098767586</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7005545.post-112027535430765444</id><published>2005-07-02T11:37:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2005-07-02T16:35:54.313+13:00</updated><title type='text'>01072005.</title><content type='html'>i promised myself tadt i wont think abt yday and jus carry on with my life and i don't want to talk abt it cos i had enuff of weeping over it.[those who don't know wadt day it was yday...it was the day i sat for my mt 'o's oral.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes, i jus wanna sleep forever and nvr wake up?? it sounds crazy, doesn't it?? i'm living in this world jus for a day when i wake up and know for sure tadt i'm living in my once-called-a-dream life. all of a sudden i feel tadt i've gone back to step one. although i work hard i nvr seem to see the result.[eg: there're many examples.the most recent one wld be the oral..] aft i came back home frm bukit batok sec sch, i pretended tadt i was happy when i wasn't. i also managed to watch tv without &lt;i&gt;crying&lt;/i&gt; since all my attention was on how i screwed up my oral. my cousin invited me to watch 'war of the worlds' at plaza singapura as he had 4 free tickets. if yday was anyother normal day, i would have screamed in delight and go along. but, yday was &lt;b&gt;not&lt;/b&gt; 'anyother day'... it was the day i fucking screwed up my oral. i can't blame anyone for the mistakes i made during the oral although i &lt;i&gt;cld&lt;/i&gt;. for instance, the male examiner suck! i jus felt lyke punching his damn rotten face. he gave me tadt i-don-care-abt-u look. i shld have waited for that ass-hole to come out of the sch and whack him up. fucking ass-hole who made me nervous during the oral. i'll nvr forget him and if i'm gonna see him again, i'm &lt;i&gt;so&lt;/i&gt; gonna put my words into action even if he thinks i'm a madwoman. who cares wadt others think abt me since i messed up my plan?? &lt;u&gt;i'm so doomed.&lt;/u&gt; right now, i think i can forget abt getting an a for my tamil and tadt wld be my first-time not getting...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this website rocks. check this out. &lt;a href="http://www.postsecret.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://www.postsecret.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt; it makes me think tadt i'm not alone?? or sth lyketadt...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7005545-112027535430765444?l=sweetmiseryy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetmiseryy.blogspot.com/feeds/112027535430765444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7005545&amp;postID=112027535430765444' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7005545/posts/default/112027535430765444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7005545/posts/default/112027535430765444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetmiseryy.blogspot.com/2005/07/01072005.html' title='01072005.'/><author><name>nisha.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10101356350098767586</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7005545.post-111959447707334481</id><published>2005-06-24T03:48:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2005-06-24T19:27:57.076+13:00</updated><title type='text'>wadtever lah.</title><content type='html'>i jus wanna scream.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7005545-111959447707334481?l=sweetmiseryy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetmiseryy.blogspot.com/feeds/111959447707334481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7005545&amp;postID=111959447707334481' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7005545/posts/default/111959447707334481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7005545/posts/default/111959447707334481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetmiseryy.blogspot.com/2005/06/wadtever-lah.html' title='wadtever lah.'/><author><name>nisha.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10101356350098767586</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7005545.post-111952683451068039</id><published>2005-06-23T19:55:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2005-06-24T00:40:34.516+13:00</updated><title type='text'>hectic schedule.</title><content type='html'>study. study. study. tadt's wadt i've been doing. i somehow managed to complete the chem and physics. chem was aftall not tadt difficult. not as challenging as i expected. oh yeah, is there any history or ss hw?? i think there's history hw. dunno &lt;i&gt;lah.&lt;/i&gt; anyone inform me abt this. now, i've got to do those uncompleted  poa wksheet. sighs-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7005545-111952683451068039?l=sweetmiseryy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetmiseryy.blogspot.com/feeds/111952683451068039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7005545&amp;postID=111952683451068039' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7005545/posts/default/111952683451068039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7005545/posts/default/111952683451068039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetmiseryy.blogspot.com/2005/06/hectic-schedule.html' title='hectic schedule.'/><author><name>nisha.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10101356350098767586</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7005545.post-111875985899349468</id><published>2005-06-14T22:35:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2005-06-15T03:37:39.073+13:00</updated><title type='text'>my super sweet 16.</title><content type='html'>i was browsing thru the channels this morn and although there are hundreds of channels down there, there was nth &lt;i&gt;nice&lt;/i&gt; enuff to watch in the morn. whreas, night is so the opposite. there are many shows to keep up with and we're spoilt with choices. and because of this reason alone, i turn in late at night and wake up late the nxt day. astonishingly, i woke up early today and ended up nth to watch. mtv came to my rescue. 'my super sweet 16' was telecasted den. i didn't lyke the title itself as my sweet 16 will not be a super one with the 'o's and all. sighs- well, but i loved the show. this episode was titled 'jacqueline's and lauren's sweet 16'. it was kinda funny. the way they rushed to make their sweet 16 the best which will be talked about. and when the night came at last, a fight broke out. it was so wicked as gurls were pulling each others' hair and jacqueline ended up being punched, i guess. a very super sweet 16 indeed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;life seem to be a routine for me now although i tried cleaning my room today. wksheets were evrywhre and i took my time filing all those junks which i doubt will help me someday. &lt;i&gt;lousy&lt;/i&gt;. tadt's wadt i am right now. while i was filing those nvr-ending wksheets, a thought came to me. more like a question. why do ppl inflict pain on themselves? though this is a frequently-asked qns, i stil don't understand why. maybe it's because of their low self-esteem?? on the other hand, aren't there gd ways to inflict pain on oneself?? for instance, inflicting pain by pushing oneself way too hard to achieve a goal or inducing pain to stop tadt habit u've always wanted to quit. so is inflicting pain gd or bad?? maybe it's a bit of both?? i've seen ppl who love torturing themselves; either physically or mentally. hmms- if i'm going to go be detailed, this can be boundless. i've been rather &lt;i&gt;wise&lt;/i&gt; this few days. lol. ermms...wise? me? don't go along very smoothly. oh yeah wadtever &lt;i&gt;lah&lt;/i&gt;. i was deep in thoughts then yet i didn't come to a conclusion. i drove back to the present only when my hp started making those screeching noises. so conclusion-based; no conclusion yet and i think i'll not think abt this topic again. inflicting pain on oneself is jus so &lt;i&gt;cruel&lt;/i&gt; to oneself. and if it's a physical one, it's even worse. u'll be ruining ur appearance. or if u slash ur wrist, it'll be a shame to ur skin as u're torturing those smooth skin of urs. so basically, inflicting pain on oneself is equivalent to ruining oneself. period.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7005545-111875985899349468?l=sweetmiseryy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetmiseryy.blogspot.com/feeds/111875985899349468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7005545&amp;postID=111875985899349468' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7005545/posts/default/111875985899349468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7005545/posts/default/111875985899349468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetmiseryy.blogspot.com/2005/06/my-super-sweet-16.html' title='my super sweet 16.'/><author><name>nisha.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10101356350098767586</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7005545.post-111865359861613910</id><published>2005-06-13T17:39:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2005-06-13T22:10:03.556+13:00</updated><title type='text'>ubiquitous.</title><content type='html'>ubiquitous.&lt;br /&gt;for the past few days, i've been thinking abt the meaning of this word. and fortunately i've found the meaning. according to &lt;a href="www.dictionary.com/"&gt;dictionary.com&lt;/a&gt; ;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;u-biq-ui-tous , adj.&lt;br /&gt;Being or seeming to be everywhere at the same time; omnipresent: “plodded through the shadows fruitlessly like an ubiquitous spook” (Joseph Heller).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and this is the word most adults describe us, teenagers, since we're very gd in multitasking and '&lt;i&gt;seem&lt;/i&gt; to be &lt;i&gt;evrywhre&lt;/i&gt; at the same time.' even right now, i'm multi-tasking. i'm blogging, listening to coldplay's songs and singing along to it, watching 'wife swap I', and doing my chem hw.oh yeah, not to forget, sms-ing ali when my hp makes the 'dz..dz..' sound. well, this is the way i can forget all abt my stress and the excessive revision load which i've to wrap up by the end of this hols. this is the only one last time i can take my revision slowly and properly. and this is the only one last hols when i can have fun too. therefore, multi-tasking is my only option.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was doing a short survey and this is the result i received.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong style="FONT-SIZE: large"&gt;Congratulations nisha, you are... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://sgblogger.kennysia.com/xx.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;'Xia Xue' Wendy Cheng&lt;/strong&gt; of &lt;a href="http://xiaxue.blogspot.com"&gt;xiaxue.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;You are a goddess/god. You've got the looks, the brains and the body. You have such an irreverent sense of humour, people listen to you religiously and worship the ground you walk on. On the other hand you can also be straightforward, blunt and very very controversial. That has the potential to offend many people, but of course you don't care, you just shoot. In the end, people either love you or hate you. Nothing in between.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://sgblogger.kennysia.com"&gt;Which Singaporean Blogger Are You? &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ooohh..i didn't really expect this of cos. i'm not really a &lt;i&gt;fan&lt;/i&gt; of xiaxue although it's an indisputable fact tadt i &lt;i&gt;do&lt;/i&gt; visit her blog when i'm &lt;i&gt;dead bored&lt;/i&gt;. i'm not &lt;i&gt;not&lt;/i&gt; reprimanding her. instead i personally &lt;i&gt;worship&lt;/i&gt; her as her posts are always filled with fun-filled stuffs and her vocabulary is wide. i learn atleast one new word evrytime i visit her blog. isn't tadt a good thing?? furthermore, i don't think she would even care if anyone detests her since she always tells tadt indirectly thru her posts. alrity, enuff abt the &lt;i&gt;big, great&lt;/i&gt; xiaxue. i've been blog-hopping since early this morn and i've found a blogder who is, guess as equally famous as xiaxue. a 24 yr old female who calls herself &lt;a href="www.joewei.blogspot.com"&gt;Scarlett&lt;/a&gt;. she seems to be more of an uncertain person unlike the always confident xiaxue. otherwise, she's a gd writer and i enjoy her entries greatly. plus, her layout looks sweet. another blogder, the famous &lt;a href="www.maystardesigns.com"&gt;maystar&lt;/a&gt;. those who frequents to &lt;a href="www.blogskins.com"&gt;blogskins.com&lt;/a&gt; often would recognise her well frm the very artistic look may gives to her layouts. her entries r all very depressing and tadt makes me feel fortunate somehow tadt i have most of the things she don't have. the thing i lyke abt may's website is tadt she tells abt evrything[see &lt;i&gt;her story&lt;/i&gt;], u won't feel lost in there. and the background music played at her welcome webpage always makes me wanna cry. &lt;i&gt;she always laughs at the most horrible things...drowning inside.&lt;/i&gt; those are some of the words sung by her. may resembles gwen stefani some how. maybe it's jus her hair and her body built. well, i'll not get bored when i visit her website as ther's so much to do in there. enuff abt famous blogders.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;too much of 'bangelina' is driving me nuts; drove me nuts already. i don't care abt them at all. they're a very boring, disgusting couple to me. not like i detest brad pitt and angelina jolie or wadtsoever. infact, i adore their ability in being successful in the acting field and i have always been envious of angelina's way-too-perfect curves... *oops* but somehow this whole 'bangelina' news is actually taking a toll on me and my mind! whenever i see them together, let it be in the news or in the nespaper or in magazines or the net of cos, i would run straight to my bathroom to puke and fortunately, i still haven't watched the latest movie, "mr &amp;amp; mrs smith" starring the &lt;i&gt;damn&lt;/i&gt; 'bangelina' couple. i believe i would be visiting the bathroom more than usual. today's straits times' &lt;i&gt;lifestyle&lt;/i&gt; featured abt them and the company had lavishly given up 2.5 pages of their ppr [including the front page which features angelina's somehow horribly &lt;i&gt;pretty&lt;/i&gt; pic] to tadt obnoxious couple. they are so not perfect together.ther's jus sth lacking between them. look more lyke they both lack the chemistry between them. or more likely, they're doing this jus for the &lt;i&gt;publicity&lt;/i&gt; or wadtsoever. i preferred the 'bradiffer' couple. brad pitt and jennifer aniston jus completes the puzzle with the last piece fitted in perfectly. well, somehow, the puzzle got 'disfigured' by a 'tsunami' called angelina jolie. now, this sounds repulsive and doesn't really make much sense, does it?? as long as u get wadt i mean, it's alritd. afterall, i can't do anything abt it, can i?? i'm jus the the 'teeny-weeny' dwarf infront of them. tsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll put all tadt behind and try to fit into the ever-changing, progressive world. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7005545-111865359861613910?l=sweetmiseryy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetmiseryy.blogspot.com/feeds/111865359861613910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7005545&amp;postID=111865359861613910' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7005545/posts/default/111865359861613910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7005545/posts/default/111865359861613910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetmiseryy.blogspot.com/2005/06/ubiquitous.html' title='ubiquitous.'/><author><name>nisha.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10101356350098767586</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7005545.post-111857424777598431</id><published>2005-06-12T19:44:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2005-06-13T00:04:07.796+13:00</updated><title type='text'>40 kinds of sadness.</title><content type='html'>ryan cabrera look so hot in the video '40 kinds of sadness' video! i can't get &lt;b&gt;enuff&lt;/b&gt; of it! i worship his hair although u might shoot back tadt it looks lyke a lion's mane.well,i idolize those kinda hair! he's sucha goddess. a special being sent frm above to melt my heart. 'alritd,get a grip gurl.u're losing it!' lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i woke up late today and resulted in rushing to the english tuition centre.otherwise,the english lesson totally rocked!the guys there are so funny;always cracking jokes.plus,the tutor is good in expressing his thoughts though he's described as sarcastic. the tutor calls our brains coconuts and evrytime he says tadt the klas roars with laughter.today's lesson was held at the auditorium and i was freezing in there.apart from my ocaasional chattering of teeth,i learnt some tactic to ans compre qns.i hope i'll progress soon and not switch to british council.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i came home with a packet of oreos and watched the repeat of the mtv movie awards.and after tadt,i watched 'hot chicks' and followed by room raiders and now nickelodeon kids' award show.lots of awards.lindsay lohan grabbed the mtv best female award??so "i can't believe it". i jus abhor her except for her songs maybe. and tom cruise looked so young as ever. i don't have patience to wait till 29jun for 'war of the worlds'. oh and chl 5 is screening 'from hell' starring JOHNNYdepp at 10pm.so gonna watch it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today doesn't seem lyke sunday dude.i guess i'm jus 'going with the days' as in 'going with the flow' or 'going with the crowd' or wadtever.i'm currently reading this book which is really a god-sent.it's in fact a self-motivational book.it's my second time reading it and i don rmb writing abt this in here.the bk's named as 'awakening the giant within' by anthony robbins.frm the title itself,it seems motivating.currently, i'm reading abt life's most important lesson.u'll be surprised tadt life's important lesson is all abt associating an act to pain or pleasure.and according to the author,&lt;b&gt;this&lt;/b&gt; will decide ur fate.the author had used mother teresa and donald trump as examples. &lt;i&gt;'their lives have been shaped by what they've &lt;u&gt;learned&lt;/u&gt; to get pleasure from, and what they've &lt;u&gt;learned&lt;/u&gt; will create pain.'&lt;/i&gt; it seems tadt donald trump had associated pain to being second-best in anything.well,basically,being first in evrything is his pleasure.therefore,he does evrything he can to be the best and only tadt.in contrast,mother teresa associated pleasure to helping those suffering and does anything to feel tadt pleasure.so guess our life is all abt pain and pleasure??jeez,i'm feeling so indecisive abt my dreams,my ambition,my life.fundamentally,i'm hesitant abt evrything!err..i abhor it when this feeling takes over me.guess lots of rotting at home had taken a toll on me plus my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm off to complete tadt chem wksheet.don really understand wadt those qns r asking for.lyke wadt mdm zahara always says,i've to ans the 'bloody qns'!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s i've realised tadt i've stopped complaining abt the hw and revision work load.pretty fantastic.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7005545-111857424777598431?l=sweetmiseryy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetmiseryy.blogspot.com/feeds/111857424777598431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7005545&amp;postID=111857424777598431' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7005545/posts/default/111857424777598431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7005545/posts/default/111857424777598431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetmiseryy.blogspot.com/2005/06/40-kinds-of-sadness.html' title='40 kinds of sadness.'/><author><name>nisha.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10101356350098767586</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7005545.post-111846932058476063</id><published>2005-06-11T13:55:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2005-06-11T18:55:20.603+13:00</updated><title type='text'>bowling for soup not boiling for soup!!</title><content type='html'>bowling for soup &lt;u&gt;not&lt;/u&gt; boiling for soup! lol. i'm always making tadt same mistake. i can't figure out why i've the habit of calling it boiling for soup. *wonders* must be cos of somone who introduced me this band with the name 'boiling for soup'. hahas-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm feeling abnormally elated and inspired. why, i'm even looking forward to tmr's english tuition. maybe it's due to all the studying and completing of hw. i'm starting to become a nerd. *grins idiotically* at last my dream came true! lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CSI:NY rocks! i love it to the core. my sat morning started off as usual by watching tv and having breakfast.wonder when i'm gonna break tadt habit of mine.mtv non-stop hits to touched by an angel and mtv screen at the same time to csi:ny.after tadt,i started the amaths hw.i'm contented tadt i can understand the chap now after completing the hw.i'll not be going out today but tmr i might.i'll be going to bugis &lt;b&gt;again&lt;/b&gt;.i'm addicted to going there.the place jus rocks.i love to look at all those bags and wear them.and the shoes there and heels are jus so hip and pretty respectively.ahhh...! i'm so gonna shop there till i drop dead when i start to earn some serious bucks.ha!sure will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm off to gormandize my mum's sweet and spicy fish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s i can't wait for d.h!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7005545-111846932058476063?l=sweetmiseryy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetmiseryy.blogspot.com/feeds/111846932058476063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7005545&amp;postID=111846932058476063' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7005545/posts/default/111846932058476063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7005545/posts/default/111846932058476063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetmiseryy.blogspot.com/2005/06/bowling-for-soup-not-boiling-for-soup.html' title='bowling for soup not boiling for soup!!'/><author><name>nisha.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10101356350098767586</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7005545.post-111837746142687077</id><published>2005-06-10T12:43:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2005-06-10T17:24:21.426+13:00</updated><title type='text'>coldplay.</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Coldplay&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;speed of sound&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How long before I get in?&lt;br /&gt;Before it starts, before I begin?&lt;br /&gt;How long before you decide?&lt;br /&gt;Before I know what it feels like?&lt;br /&gt;Where To, where do I go?&lt;br /&gt;If you never try, then you'll never know.&lt;br /&gt;How long do I have to climb,Up on the side of this mountain of mine?&lt;br /&gt;Look up,&lt;br /&gt;I look up at night,&lt;br /&gt;Planets are moving at the speed of light.&lt;br /&gt;Climb up, up in the trees,every chance that you get,is a chance you seize.&lt;br /&gt;How long am I gonna stand,with my head stuck under the sand?&lt;br /&gt;I'll start before I can stop,before I see things the right way up.&lt;br /&gt;All that noise, and all that sound,&lt;br /&gt;All those places I got found.&lt;br /&gt;And birds go flying at the speed of sound,to show you how it all began.&lt;br /&gt;Birds came flying from the underground,if you could see it then you'd understand?&lt;br /&gt;Ideas that you'll never find,&lt;br /&gt;All the inventors could never design.&lt;br /&gt;The buildings that you put up,&lt;br /&gt;Japan and China all lit up.&lt;br /&gt;The sign that I couldn't read,&lt;br /&gt;or a light that I couldn't see,&lt;br /&gt;some things you have to believe,&lt;br /&gt;but others are puzzles, puzzling me.&lt;br /&gt;All that noise, and all that sound,&lt;br /&gt;All those places I got found.&lt;br /&gt;And birds go flying at the speed of sound,to show you how it all began.&lt;br /&gt;Birds came flying from the underground,&lt;br /&gt;if you could see it then you'd understand,&lt;br /&gt;ah when you see it then you'll understand?&lt;br /&gt;All those signs,&lt;br /&gt;I knew what they meant.&lt;br /&gt;Some things you can invent.&lt;br /&gt;Some get made, and some get sent,Ooh?&lt;br /&gt;Birds go flying at the speed of sound,&lt;br /&gt;to show you how it all began.&lt;br /&gt;Birds came flying from the underground,&lt;br /&gt;if you could see it then you'd understand,&lt;br /&gt;ah, when you see it then you'll understand?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;isn't the lyrics fantastic??i jus love it.so many meanings in it.jus changed the blogskin.the tagboard can't be put up.i've to work on tadt soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7005545-111837746142687077?l=sweetmiseryy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetmiseryy.blogspot.com/feeds/111837746142687077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' 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seriously.</title><content type='html'>i'm slacking lyke hell! i hope someone smacks me ritd on the face and scream 'wake up!'. all i did was two test pprs and tadt's it. i stil have to complete 20 plusplus pprs.i've nort yet started mt revision for today yet.all i've been doing today was spoiling my eardrums with loud music, watching mtv and this stoopid crap movie in channel 5.i think the title is miss julie.i'm so dead.i imagined myself sitting for the mt 'o's jus now and i started panicking.damn.i abhor panicking.it makes me feel uncertain.i wish the feeling goes way soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want motivation to study!i was geared up to revise last nitd and before i could splash cold water on my face, i slept.sighs- i've gotta buck up and yeah stella,i've gotta nort stress myself up.all the way, nisha.and i'm nort complaining....seriously nort.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7005545.post-111658764947618418</id><published>2005-05-20T19:21:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2005-05-21T01:03:05.426+13:00</updated><title type='text'>damn.</title><content type='html'>my results sucked.i've showed no improvements, instead deprovements, in &lt;b&gt;most&lt;/b&gt; of the subjects. i'm delighted with my poa and tamil results only.the rest are lyke 'oh my god' kinda results.i had 'cold war' with my mum yday aft breaking those exam-results-suspense.she didn't even bother abt me failing history but concentrated alot on my emaths during her 'lecture'.well, yeah i agree tadt my results r lyke totally low compared to my common test results.and the worst fact is tadt there are ppl who achieved a1 but i can't.i jus feel damn useless since one of my strong subjects is emaths and yet i can't be consistent in it.though the fact is fact,i can't face it.alritd,i sound kinda dramatic ritds??lyke as if it's the end kinda thing.lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;den i was so depressed and at tadt time shone called me.i started telling him evrything.i feel bad tadt i rely alot on shone.but,he doesn't seem to show anything negative abt it.while we were chatting,shone came up with an idea to have a conference call with james and adam too.so we talked alot lyke crazy.came up with lots of mad ideas.i and james built up the idea to study at esplanade;outside esplanade,near the merlion thingy there at nitd.so guess we'll be going there on sunday,if possible.wonder whether my mum will give consent to tadt.james added tadt we could study at the airport nxt wk.hahas- madness.heard the food there are great.lol.i'm looking forward to the airport-studygrp trip.hahas- tadt'll be so fun.the conversation was lyke a 'eye-opener' to us since we don't talk alot lyke we used to.i rmb those days when the 4 of us would go to east coast park and count stars.lol.so lame,isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think it was last yr,the 4 of us were down with our lucks in relationship.tadt's the time i still haven got over with tadt jerk;shone as usual had a tiff with sharon and broke up with her;james was ditched by salina and adam haven got over with fara.the 4 of us went to east coast park.we watched the sun set while sharing a bar of hersheys.we were all so depressed tadt we were planning to commit suicide.lol.oh tadt was for fun, of cos, contributed by james to cheer us up.james was saying,"shall we try drowning in the sea or shall we barbeque ourselves??" hahas- lame james.instead of putting those thoughts to action, we counted stars and talked abt how life would be if we could have it our own ways.we realised tadt it'll be very boring.u'll feel a satisfaction only when u achieve those things u want by ur hardwork.i rmb tadt nitd vividly.we later went to join some ppl who we don't even noe at all for dinner.those ppl were so nice.we all had a nice meal with barbequed chicken and marshmallow.later,we played catching near the shore.lyke small kiddies!hahas- man..... i miss those times we always hang out together and play catching, soccer and other crappy games.hmms-time really flies. after tadt we went to rent roller blades and skated arnd lyke insane ppl.we did little tricks.first was the train thingy.we all sang at the top of our lungs and hang onto each others' tees.when ne of us fell,all of us would eventually follow tadt person.later,james started showing off his skills.stoopid guy.kept on boo-ing me cos i wasn't very stable with those roller-blades under my feet.served him right when he went down butt-first.he was whining away the whole nitd abt his butt.i loved tadt nitd.we all had a fantastic nitd together.i would give anything to get back tadt nitd.tadt reminds me of oncoming derek's b'day party which i would not be able to attend.it's on vesak day at pasir ris chalet.damn.i so want to go alritds.unfortunately the tamil 'o's is coming and i might be going to jb on tadt day.suppose to be tmr but can't cos my bro's going town to catch a movie.sheryl is mad at me cos we were all deciding to go together at first.sighs- but i'm nort complaining alritds?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was dragged to peninsula plaza by my mum jus now.wow.the new smu building is jus so ....wow.the building's exterior nort tadt nice.instead it have tadt normal uni look.i was looking forward for a more funky one.well,but it's &lt;u&gt;big&lt;/u&gt;.and i mean&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; big &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;. hahas- i and my mum walked arnd peninsula plaza and she went to do her eyebrows.damn.i waited for lyke one hr jus for her to do them.later,went to eat bk.yummy.the turkey burger's jus so irresistable.i ate it yday and i was eating it again today!i'm so gonna put on more weight.furthermore,i added the hershey's sundae pie too.well,u can't blame me tadt i'm hungry cos i didn't eat anything the whole day.my mum was looking forward to go town but i somehow made her change her mind into tadt.i jus wanted to get home and start with my tamil revision.i've got lots of work to do.we took 190 and i met preetha.we talked all the way till the bus-stop we were suppose to alight.i'm lyke so envious.she get to go straight into rjc without sitting for the 'o's, except higer mt 'o's.blame me for nort doing well for my psle and get into rgs.sighs-i regret so many things i did in life.but,of cos i can't change them,can i??well,we were first talking abt sch and later the topic diverted to our primary sch.we talked abt gowri,the bitch and how her life is now.heard tadt she's so slim and beautiful but stil has the nasty attitude,i guess.preetha said tadt she hangs arnd with those useless bums.u can c by the way they talk and all.ha!tadt bitch'll nvr succeed in life for sure.nvr at all!yeah,i'm mean in her case.very &lt;u&gt;mean&lt;/u&gt;.aftall she's a very bitchy &lt;b&gt;bitch&lt;/b&gt;!she kinda ruined my primary sch life.i can't believe tadt i once actually was her best buddy and those bad things we did together.those conspiracy.still rmb the incident whreas me,tadt bitch and saleha[this another gurl who i was close with] poured water onto the teacher's chair and got punished for tadt.the punishment was to stand infront of the class for two periods.wadt a lame punishment but u can't expect sth big from a pri sch teacher.tadt teacher was a gay okie.the way he walk and all.but poor him.he didn't get to sit on the chair for the whole day since it was wet.hahahaha-instead of reflecting our mistake, we again poured sth onto the teacher's chair.this time round it was the super glue.lol.we were lyke so naughty.sighs- regret them.my primary sch life is full of regrets and i wish i can go back and undo them.if only i can...[i sound dramatic again!]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alritghy.i've gotta start my mt revision.i've decided to do 3 pass yr 'o's pprs.plus, i'll learn 10 idioms tonitd and construct sentences for all the idioms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;i'm so nort &lt;b&gt;complaining&lt;/b&gt; alritds.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7005545-111658764947618418?l=sweetmiseryy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetmiseryy.blogspot.com/feeds/111658764947618418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7005545&amp;postID=111658764947618418' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7005545/posts/default/111658764947618418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7005545/posts/default/111658764947618418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetmiseryy.blogspot.com/2005/05/damn.html' title='damn.'/><author><name>nisha.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10101356350098767586</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7005545.post-111640134854496890</id><published>2005-05-18T15:49:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2005-05-18T20:29:08.550+13:00</updated><title type='text'>results.well,at least some.</title><content type='html'>i skipped sch today.i knew i wasn't going to attend sch today.i had tadt feeling last nitd.well,i woke this morn and got ready for sch.i had stomachache when i'm gonna get out of the house.lol.wadt a luck arh??den my mum jus asked me to stay at home.so yeah,i slept again all the way till 1130.hmms- a sleep i was waiting for since the march hols ended.i truly don't regret not going to sch.well,i got back most of my results.i'm nort shocked by my performance,except physics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.o.a - ppr 1: 10/30 [how pathetic.]&lt;br /&gt;            ppr 2: 52/70 {at last an a2 for ppr 2.}&lt;br /&gt;ss-22/50[wadt do u expect when i didn't even revise for it??]&lt;br /&gt;history-24/50{kinda shock.expected to get lower than ss.but it's the other way round.}&lt;br /&gt;physics-42/85[hard work didn't pay off in the end,in my case.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have to go for my tamil klas soon.i don't feel lyke attending it but mt 'o's is nearing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;i'm nort complaining.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7005545-111640134854496890?l=sweetmiseryy.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7005545.post-111631228039477090</id><published>2005-05-17T14:55:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2005-05-17T19:44:40.400+13:00</updated><title type='text'>muggin season over??</title><content type='html'>for most,muggin season's over.well,for me it's the other way round.i've realised tadt i've nort put in my &lt;b&gt;100%&lt;/b&gt; for mid yr.therefore,i'm gonna continue my revision from whre i stop. :)) guess the mid yr season was jus a &lt;u&gt;chill-out&lt;/u&gt; time for me.lol.weird me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;amaths was predictable,wasn't it??it sucked, of cos.wadt can someone who breathe walk and talk normally expect frm a setter lyke mister raja; a complicated ppr exactly lyke the setter himself.nort saying tadt raja is a complicated person.oh well isn't he??hmms- i don't care abt it as long as his ppr help me get thru the 'o's.tadt'll be pretty &lt;b&gt;great&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;an article on blogging caught my attention,published in the straits times.it was stated there clearly tadt a person who offend another by blogging bad thing abt tadt person can get jailed or sued.tadt got me thinking,isn't blogging all abt pouring out wadt u feel abt someone.i feel tadt our right for free speech is ruined by this.okie,now i hope tadt no one is gonna sue me for tadt...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no inspiration to blog further. inspiration gone...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7005545-111631228039477090?l=sweetmiseryy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetmiseryy.blogspot.com/feeds/111631228039477090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7005545&amp;postID=111631228039477090' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7005545/posts/default/111631228039477090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7005545/posts/default/111631228039477090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetmiseryy.blogspot.com/2005/05/muggin-season-over.html' title='muggin season over??'/><author><name>nisha.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10101356350098767586</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7005545.post-111597324509815963</id><published>2005-05-13T16:52:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2005-05-13T21:34:05.160+13:00</updated><title type='text'>muggin me.</title><content type='html'>friday the 13th!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can't deny tadt i didn't mug but i did it to a small extent only.humans ppr was a disaster,more lyke a torture for me.the first ppr was ss.i think i did quite well for tadt.at least for a person who jus browse thru the txtbk jus the nitd before the exam.i managed to write wadt i understand unlyke history.i screwed it up.i wrote the ans for the essay qns till i fell asleep.fortunately,mr lai came in and woke me up.english and tamil was alritd.eng ppr 1 sucked.i think i wrote out of point which might cause me lots of marks.i got back my tamil ppr yday.i passed with a distinction.i've got 85% overall,including oral and lc.i'm nort very contented with my achievement cos my teacher was too lenient in his marking esp the oral.i dunno wtf i was talking.my tamil suck!at least for the speaking part.i jus can't speak tamil fluently.it comes out `bits and pieces`.hate it.i'm wondering how i'm gonna fare for my 'o's with this kinda language.grrr..!well,getting back to midyr,emaths was a killer!it seems more lyke an amaths ppr.and speaking of amaths,it was even worse!damn vijay and raja.wadt were they thinking??if this goes on,by the time we're gonna sit for 'o's,we'll be too smart tadt we can't handle the easy qns frm the 'o's ppr.tadt seemed more lyke a dark humour to me.ha ha ha.there was this one qns in raja's ppr 1.`in set language,write 'not all playful dogs have long ears.'`i read the qns and started lurffing.nort reallt lurffing of cos,more likely,i was making those hissing sound.lol.wadt a dame funny but at the same time a challenging qns.my ans looked funny too.imagine if a life whreas we all will be talking in &lt;i&gt;set language&lt;/i&gt;.we'll go lyke,'blah blah intersect blah blah' and 'blah blah is a subset of blah blah!'hahas- tadt'll be funny.i wonder how ppl will speak lye tadt.they'll sound cool,won't they??science pprs were great.the first time i managed to ans most of the qns and i understood wadt i wrote.tadt's a gd sign.nxt is poa and i've nort started my revision.and there's raja's ppr 2 to sit for.i don think i'll study for tadt.it moght be hopeless.i rather study science.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last nitd gurdeep msged me and we were exchanging opinions abt mid yr exams.thinking back,i think tadt midyr is a waste of time but at the same time,we would noe whre we're standing at if u've been doing serious revision.serious revision of cos is nort lyke last min revision whreas u burn the midlight oil jus few days before the exams.well,tadt's wadt i did.oops..!i guess i've to be extra hardworking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll be going bugis tmr with mira and fatin.can shop and shop.planning to get a pair of shoes or sth and bag.bag is a very-nort-sure one cos my mum will be screaming at me if i'm gonna get another bag.but,i'll get one if one catches my eyes.i want to watch a movie.esp house of wax and the amityville horror.heard frm aiknen tadt house of wax is full of graphics and paris &lt;i&gt;will&lt;/i&gt; die.hahas- i'll watch the movie jus to c the scene she dies.evil me eh??the amityville horror opens today.now,i've got the money and the time but non one wanna accompany me!how pathetic my situation is.shone suck when it comes to watching thrilling movie.he'll ruin evrything by screaming lyke a sissy.lana's out of town with her family.she'll be in the plane flying to germany.the last time i chatted with her,she was so thrilled for the trip cos she can at last meet her father's fren's gorgeus son.hahas- he was already so charming in the photo lana showed me.imagine meeting him eye-to-eye,my knees r starting to feel wobbly.lol.hmms- mira doesn't want to waste her money by watching movie.sab and ros too.the pthers still haven ask.hey,..maybe wei seng can arh.c first lah.watching movie with him would be extra scary...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm addicted to shakira's sing,la tortura although i don understand wadt she's singing.lol.but it's nice.the drum beat and her voice...i jus admire her voice.the song was recommended by this guy i noe thru email.a guy frm columbia i think.he's a die-hard shakira fan and he intro this song to me.hmms- am listening to it for the fifth time now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm off now.&lt;s&gt;to mug for poa.&lt;/s&gt;to listen to more songs.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7005545-111597324509815963?l=sweetmiseryy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetmiseryy.blogspot.com/feeds/111597324509815963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7005545&amp;postID=111597324509815963' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7005545/posts/default/111597324509815963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7005545.post-111520323353711372</id><published>2005-05-04T18:41:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2005-05-04T23:40:33.543+13:00</updated><title type='text'>wednesday.</title><content type='html'>the english ppr one sucked.i totally screwed it.i wrote abt internet and its education potential.i can't find a good reason of screwing up tadt ppr.all i manage is cos i was in no mood to write a compo??tadt's not a gd excuse,isn't it??otherwise,the ppr 2 rocked.esp the summary.i've the confidence tadt i can get an excellent mark for summary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll not be going to sch tmr since my sch's helding the mt exam amd i'm so not involved.y wanna waste my time when i can go and shop??yeah,i'm going out with my mom.firstly,we'll be heading to the bank and i'll be cashing out some bucks for my expense.yessa.den we'll be going for threading.den later we'll be going shopping!great.i'm gonna get a nice heels for myself and i've got remind myself to get my mom sth this wkend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sat's my cousin sista's engagement and i'm not looking forward to it.i rather stay at home and mug for the humans exam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm running late for my tuition.damn!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7005545-111520323353711372?l=sweetmiseryy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetmiseryy.blogspot.com/feeds/111520323353711372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7005545&amp;postID=111520323353711372' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7005545/posts/default/111520323353711372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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tutorial wksheet.damn.it's a torture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm looking forward to monday.i'm going out with my family.therefore i have the chance to shop and get wadt i want!so excited.i'm nort sure whre we'll be going but bet it's somewhre whre i can get a serious shopping spree.yessa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;furthermore,i'll be meeting gurdeep on monday.we've planned to study and exchange our bags.lol.she likes my reebok bag and i love her billabong bag.so,we'll be exchanging it and treat as ours for one wk.hahas- lame but cute isn't it??lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yday's sports day was &lt;b&gt;boring&lt;/b&gt;. the cheerleading part kinda cheer me up.i love the outfit excpt those of the jaguar.i don c any connection between the playboy tee and jaguar.it jus does nort make any sense.i truly enjoyed the panther performance!no doubt tadt they'll get the first place.sab thought tadt cougar will be the winner and i was adamant tadt panther's the winner.wasn't i so ritd??hahas-the team coordination was great when panther performed.totally mesmerising.i jus couldn't wait for then to stun us with the nxt step.cougar was kinda way tto perfect i guess.too profeesional already.heard tadt 2 ex-dunearnite helped out with the steps.puma's outfit seemed to be the best.the tee was beautiful and the skirt was simple.jus perfect.i was excited for a moment when the 4 by 400m[i think it's tadt race] upper sec boys race was on.esp the last runner of jaguar thrilled me by trying very hard to catch up with the panther.the guy did nort give up but gave his best shot althought in the end he finshed the race with stil being in the second place.but,bet he have the happiness tadt he nearly,jus a few cm away frm the winner.it was great.panther house walked away as the winning team.&lt;u&gt;unexpected.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7005545-111486260381631451?l=sweetmiseryy.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7005545.post-111469621583939568</id><published>2005-04-28T21:55:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2005-04-29T02:50:15.840+13:00</updated><title type='text'>motivated.</title><content type='html'>i'm surprised by my performance.i've been completeing my hw lately plus revision.hahas- so delighted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's sports day tmr and i don't feel lyke going to cck stadium and watch some ppl running.but since it's my last yr in dunearn,guess i'll go.due to sports day,there's only 2 hrs of lesson.fortunately,&lt;b&gt; no maths&lt;/b&gt;.only ss and eng.eng's gonna be a drag but i'll survive it.i wanted to go out aft sch but no one's free.so sad.guess i'll call shone or maybe lana! the cute gurl.the ashlee gurl.rmb her bluish blach curls??so very gorg.very envious of her.hahas-maybe aft sch can go bugis!love tadt place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's science tuition tmr and i so 'can't wait' for it.damn.jus detest those dragging lessons.grrr...!i prefer weds' tuition,maths tuition.very fun.very happening.lol.although the tutor talks lyke an arsehole but he's great.maths tuition makes my weds.lol.but sci tuition spoils my friday.oops!lol.i'm excited for tmr's survivor!wonder wadt steph will be doing and planning.she seem to be eager to get wadt-is-tadt-guy's-name out.damn.wadt's tadt guy's name??the one who is the best physically and mentally.the perfect survivor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shone called to inform me abt kenneth b'day.a big &lt;b&gt;ooops&lt;/b&gt;! totally forgot. now i dunno wadt to buy for him.wadt can i buy??oh yah!how abt billabong wallet??aiya dunno lah.have to think abt it.to add on,mother's day is approaching too.sighs- i've the bucks but dunno wadt to get.lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i stil don rmb tadt guy's, frm survivor, name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stil nort getting any closer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wait.it think it starts with 'j', izit??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okie.i totally forgot his name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hey.i got it!it's tom. izit,i think so lah.hahas- i bet tom or 'tom' is gonna go out tmr. steph is so scheming.she thinks tadt tom was the one who wanted her out last wk.poor steph.she went thru alot last wk at the tribal council but it's nort tom alritd?/tom will be the survivor if he is constant in his performance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've yet to complete my peer tutoring wksheet and i've planned to complete them tonitd.hopefully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've to rmb to bring the damn celestial zone comic for aisyah.my bag will be heavier cos of those bks.well,i've to find those comics first.wonder whre r they...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7005545-111469621583939568?l=sweetmiseryy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7005545.post-111442823457850202</id><published>2005-04-25T19:26:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2005-04-26T00:23:54.580+13:00</updated><title type='text'>the seminar rock!</title><content type='html'>the saturday seminar at s'pore poly rock! i love it. it was indeed very inspiring and motivating. i'm listening to it again at this very minute! i'm lucky to have brought mp3 player to record it. very great day. i enjoyed it. except fot tadt food part. i spend 80 bucks for those cold food. totally yucks. the food was horrible plus they kept on giving us those disgusting food.all together it's for 4 times in the whole day.i reached sp at abt 745.fortunately i got to be seated at the fifth row.tadt's great.but sitting at the front row would have been better.much better.i would have a clearer view of the speaker!he's so cute!! his jokes r terribly funny. i was lurffing all the way till the next speaker,cherie came to take over.the first speaker ramesh rocked!but the cherie part was nice too.more on the emo side.i nearly cried at this part.aft a part of the movie 'rocky' was screened, the lights were off and we had to visualise abt how we want our life to be and wadt we regret nort doing in the beginning.really very sad.it nearly 'woke' me up, but nort really fully awaken.maybe half awaken.i nearly cried at tadt time.but,i stopped myself frm crying as i didn't wear waterproof mascara on tadt day and i wore liquid eye-liner and dry eye-liner too.i don't want to look lyke a disaster aft the lights were turned on.hahas- it's really a very effective seminar. adam khoo's talk was nice;y put together but sadly, my parents did nort turn up as they were shopping.hahas- weekly shopping.they went to jb and so wanted to go but i had this talk.i didn't want to go at first but i regretted nort looking forward to this seminar.for the umpteen time,it's currently rocking my world! i think i'll listen to it evryday! hahas- i'll lurff til i cry. he's a funny dude. evryone shld meet someone lyke ramesh. he's a cool dude. i don mind going for it again and again and again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gotta do the damn maths.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7005545-111442823457850202?l=sweetmiseryy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetmiseryy.blogspot.com/feeds/111442823457850202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7005545&amp;postID=111442823457850202' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7005545/posts/default/111442823457850202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7005545.post-111374885082658747</id><published>2005-04-17T22:44:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2005-04-18T03:40:50.826+13:00</updated><title type='text'>feeling fantastic.</title><content type='html'>great! i'm feeling fantastic. i've decided to o stop complaining abt evrything n be contented with wadt i have. hahas- i'm so into the mood to study. i think i was working very hard during today's amaths tuition. i didn't want the lesson to end. i felt so fab by doing all the amaths qns and i'm so happy for myself for understanding the poa concepts on amalgamation and partnership. i &lt;b&gt;did&lt;/b&gt; my poa revision and &lt;u&gt;completed&lt;/u&gt; those qns i knew how to do. i'm planning to meet up with cindy goh to ask her abt a qns whereas my bal sheet jus can't seem to bal. lol. i can't wait to complete tadt qns and find out whre i went wrong. oh yeah. i've also decided to do at least 5 amaths qns per day. i really will do and am confident tadt i will. well, aftall i'm feeling perfect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah,i'm with gd term with ryan now. lol. we jus lurffed off the whole matter aft we both apologised to each other. it was quite tense when we met each other today but it went perfectly well. tadt's very good for the both of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've to finsh up tadt summary on indus civilisation and the tamil compre by tonitd. plus,i've gotta rmb to bring my tie tmr. i don't want to end up lyke last wk. mr eric low being the dm is jus so funny. i was sitting down there the whole assembly without tie and he didn't even notice &lt;u&gt;tadt&lt;/u&gt;. hmms- well, tadt's jus my luck, isn't it? our sch is going to be bad to worse. oops. i'm not supposed to say tadt. hahas-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7005545.post-111365150397375598</id><published>2005-04-16T19:47:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2005-04-17T00:38:23.976+13:00</updated><title type='text'>not myself.</title><content type='html'>saturday.a cold,dull saturday.room filled with the song obssesion by frankie j and baby bash.mtv on the tele but the mute function is turned on too.hot cup of milo on the desk,undrank.well,tadt's wadt the situation is here in my house.there's only me and muhd at home.hmmms- i think i'll lyke it beta if i was somewhre else...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm not feeling myself.i think tadt i'm possesed by someone or sth?tadt's crap.thursday nitd was great plus sad plus 20% of anger in it.aft the javelin try-out[hey,i managed to be in the top 10.lol.shocking news arh?],i rushed back home.i was back in my house at abt 1930 and gurdeep called me out to sudy maths.i was early at plaza mac.gurdeep's brudder was there too.we were there frm 2030 to abt 1030,i guess.since gurdeep had maths test the nxt day,i taught her the chap on transformation.man,i &lt;u&gt;hate&lt;/u&gt; shearing.it's sucha pain in the arse.oh yeah,i told her abt wadt happened on wed,since she wasn't there.abt the incident abt alvinder.a very funny incident.aft studying with gurdeep,i was heading back home when i saw ryan.it was weird.i didn't talk to him for a few days.it's so different nort talking to him.we used to meet up almost evryday or the very least talk to each other over the phone.i was very thrilled abt seeing ryan,nearly cried.hahas-very emo arh??we always have lots of toopics to talk abt,nvr run out of one.and we always quarrel but nvr get angry for more than a few hrs.it's jus us.but,this conversation was different.donnu in wadt way.but,i was pissed off with him and so was him.i can sense his anger in his voice.till now,we've not talked to each other and i'm stil mad at him.i believe he is too.but,i can't figure out even on damn reason why he shld be angry with me.we were talking abt my progress in my revision.excluding my parents and shone,ryan has lots of interest in my education.well,i've always been truthful to him so i told him tadt i've nort been revising as i don have time.and he started shouting at me?nort really shouting.he was &lt;i&gt;advising&lt;/i&gt; me.i detest advices and he clearly noes tadt yet he was blabbing away tadt i shld find time to study and watch less tv and so on.i was so not in the mood to fight back so i jus said shut up.there was a cold silence in the air aft tadt.and ryan started again abt whether seriously i wanted to go to njc.i felt lyke shouting ritd infront of his face.of cos i am,idiot!but instead i said coldly,"wadt's the problem with you,ryan??"and he replied tadt the problem is me.wtf!wadt did i do??ryan is acting so weird this past few days.very different.wadt did i do??he started shouting abt some crap and all.damn.i jus felt lyke slapping his face.man,lots of thoughts r going thru my mind now tadt i dunno wadt i'm typing out.wadt's wrong with ryan??gone nuts??screw loosen??all i did was say,"fuck off,ryan," and walk away.i was very tired and wasn't thinking properly.if i was in a state of awareness at tadt time,i would have given him a punch.damn him.aft getting in the lift,den only i realised wadt ryan was telling me and jus den i was fully awaken.i dind't had the mood to eat my dinner den so aft a few bites,i completed my maths and went to sleep.the quarrel was in my mind at tadt time.even the nxt day and even now.ryan didn't call or say a sorry for his barbaric attitude.and of cos,i have face too.so i'm nort gonna call him till he does.who does he think he is??shouting at me.i didn't really catch his words very well.i was in a crappy mood yday and i screwed up my eng compo test.nort lyke i care but jus all of a sudden i'm thinking abt my future again and wadt i'll be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last nitd's science tuition lesson was a total dumbness.dunno wadt happened to evryone.all was acting very &lt;i&gt;lame&lt;/i&gt;, except me.hahas- i think i came early again for the tuition but the damn teaher said tadt i was five mins late.wtf.and goodness,i was the first to come.it was me and the tutor only for half an hour.i studied density did the qns frm the txtbk.aft tadt 30 mins,gurdeep and gurprit came.the tutor started being sarcastic again.damn him.we did a few qns.me and gurdeep did the physics qns wile gurprit did chem qns.gurdeep was in a childish mood and she was excited to show her work on the board.she invited me to join so we both took turns to display our qns while our tutor was eating.hahas- later,gurprit stood up and announced tadt she wanted to display her ans on the board too.our tutor said tadt the 3 of us are egostic ppl.hahas- "we're the 3 most sweetest ppl in this world.without us,there's no world," tadt was wadt gurpirt said.hahas- talking abt cuteness. it was a very chaotic craziness situation in our klas.a very nice atmosphere to learn with fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm in the mood to do my work since the science tuition started.i slept at 330 this morn as i was doing my eng compre and maths.completed them except for the summary.today,i did physics revision on the chap on dynamics.jus realised tadt physics is easy if u noe how to apply the formulas.i gave up doing amaths hw as i didn't noe how to do dem.i've to remind myself to ask my tutor tmr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yah.i saw lana yday when i went to buy my lunch.she looked very different with the new haircut.wonder y evryone is so into getting new hair-cut.well,some of them look great with the new look but some look disastrous with the new hair-do.[hmms-referring to someone.]well,but,lana did look great.she dyed her used to be browm hair to bluish black.she curled her hair too,lyke ashlee simpson.i love ashlee's hair!she look fantastic with black curls and i'm very envious of lana.hahas- she was in a tip-top condition yday.she wore this black tank-top with some hotpink graffiti on it and it went perfectly with her jus-above-her-knee black rugged-looking skirt.she said she was heading to vincent's friday nitd survivor party.hahas- vincent's totally crazy.this party is all abt watching survivor with evryone and later party all nitd long.wadt money does to a person.lol.i can't wait for 'o's to finish!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my parents are back frm shopping.hmms- revision for poa starts tonitd.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7005545-111365150397375598?l=sweetmiseryy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetmiseryy.blogspot.com/feeds/111365150397375598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='html'>hmms- i'm feeling all tied up for no fucking reasons.maybe it's the monday blues, i guess. english compre is waiting on my desk to be completed by me.furthermore, the math hw too.damn vj.today he didn't come to sch.a cheer for tadt.oh the other hand,he gave the whole of chap 4 revision qns.a boo for tadt.dammit.i've decided not to do it today.jus pure laziness of me.well,i've gotta slack sometime ritds?hehes-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;guess who i met today??another vj.hahas- my fren vijay a.k.a jay.it's been lyke months ever since i met him.his hairstyle's getting beta.tadt's very gd.very very gd.i stil rmb tadt haircut he had when i first met him.tadt boring crew-cut.so common ritds.now he has made his hair lyke charlie frm busted.oops.sorry.ex-busted.i was heart-broken when i first heard tadt busted is splitting to make a name for thenselves.oh yeah.also heard tadt charlie was the one who asked for the split.alritds;now y am i talking abt an old news??but,i've gota add one thing.mcfly is gonna make it big cos of this decision.well,i think so.back to jay and his new hairstyle.he's jus looking very hot!we were both shock to meet each other.since i've been 'house-arrested'[mind the inverted commas]i couldn't go to the gathering thingy we have evrywk.all thks to revision and assignments.sadsad.hmms- &lt;s&gt;guess i'm gonna break down one day and jus give up.&lt;/s&gt;fuck!y am i having sucha thought??erase it at once, nisha.okie done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can't wait for desperate housewives!wheee....!so excited.y can't it be telecast each day??i'll be the happiest person in this world.lol.yesh,i'm exaggerating.gotta do all the unfinished tasks.woo..joy...tsktsk.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7005545-111322318911016542?l=sweetmiseryy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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aunt.later,me and sab headed to jp and mirah to her house.the bus ride frm mirah's aunt's place to jp was &lt;u&gt;long&lt;/u&gt;.well,i've a weak stomach so i felt nauseated cos of the bus ride.furthermore,i donb really lyke travelling sbs bus as it makes be dizzy and want-to-puke.well,me and sab was starving and we kept sending mirah sms-es lyke 'beta come soon.we're dying of hunger.'hahas- lame isn't it?? but,i was really starving.my stomach were making thoses kinda growling noises.lol.aft waiting for a torturing half an hour,mirah came and we lunched at kfc.the cheese fries was yummy!i would have appreciated the meal if those westwood sce sch students who looked lyke some kiddeis frm pri sch,didn piss me off.mirah first thought they were pri sch students.well,even i mistook them for kiddies.they were wearing the 'i am great' look on their face and it did really wanna make me slap their faces.suckers.but,we saw this guy who looked lyke someone we noe but dunno who.he was handsome.lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aft our meal we jalan jalan den ended up at the livrary.there,we saw the guy again and his mates.i was in a really cheeky mood alritd so i was crazy.i grabbed mirah's hp and tried to take a pic of tadt guy.they were seated in a grp at the children's section so it seemed really weird for me to go there alone and walk arnd.jus weird but i did go.my first shot was a total failure.the second one was nort bad but i deleted it as it was blur.my third one can only c his hair.man was it difficult to get his pic behind the shelf.and i didn get his pic cos his fren who was such a fat ass was blocking the guy's view frm me.stoopid guy.well,so i gave up and went back.hahas- did i act lyke i'm some despo??hahas-but,he's nort my kind so i don care abt him.i did tadt retarded act for a thrill.and indeed it was thrilling plus crazy.oh yeah.i was yakking away and mirah kept on calling me a biatch and i called her a bitch.we went to jennyfer shop and i thought of getting a bag but nth caught my eyes,sadly.sab and mirah were so excited for the prom aft our 'o's.but,i wasn't.they were talking and planned to get all the stuffs frm jennyfer.hmms- i wasn't so into tadt topic.i'm nort looking forward to prom.guess i'll get into tadt once i complete the damn 'o's properly.dammit.'o's is a sucker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;once home,i snacked on famous amos brownie while watched the pope funeral thingy while doing maths.i managed to do only one qns??hahas- i can't do my hw infront of a tv!at abt 1815,i got ready for tuition.i wanted to be extremely early for the tuition and prove to my tutor tadt i can be early.i was walking.aktually sleep walking with my eyes open??i was damn tired.i reached the centre when someone tapped on my shoulder frm the back and i was startled and woke up.i was wondering who the fuck it was and it was my tutor.imagine how lame can a tutor be??hahas-he commented on my earliness since it's the first time i came early to tuition.even before him.he said 'wow nisha.today u managed to wake up early izit?' it was sarcastic of him to state tadt alritd.i replied, 'fine,i'll come really late nxt wk.' and yes i will.i went to the desrted klas and waited for my fellow klasmates.all were shocked tadt i came early.sighs-as usual,instead of getting started early,we chatted first.my tutor was saying tadt he jus got a new job.no wonder he was looking formal.well,i revised chapter on moles,chemistry, yday.i understood it very clearly.thks to my tutor.aft tuition,jus lyke me and gurdeep plannd,we headed to the pasar malam.i was feeling wacko aft the lesson so i was cracking all kinda crappy jokes.gurdeep was complaing tadt she was famished so we bought some finger food and ate while we walked.while walking,i notice this teen with a grp of his frens smiling at the direction of us.i thought he was nuts or sth and wanted to tell him off but i didn.aft they walk past us,gurdeep told me tadt he used to lyke her and always follow her arnd.now,he has graduated.gurdeep seemed to be interested in him now.it was written all over her face.so i contributed the idea of following them but she said no.sha added tadt,'we've gota keep tadt image of us.'hahas- she said tadt now she's interested in him aft noticing tadt he had pierced his ear.well,gurdeep goes for a guy's ear.lol.she wants it to be pierced.weird gurl.we made one turn and ended up at whre we started.gurdeep was saying tadt she lyked the word 'wadtever' and i added tadt i lyke the word 'fine'. so we started this stoopid trance.she'll go wadtever and i'll say fine.we were repaeting tadt again and again yke some crazy women.and whenever we wanted to say sth we added tadt word too.this is wadt u call madness.aft failing to find ice-cream at the pasar malam,we crossed the road to get to the bus stop whre gurdeep usually takes the bus '920'.at tadt time,the bus came so i gave up tadt idea but gurdeep said tadt we'll buy the ice-cram frm the senja minimart.now,i said nvm and she said tadt we'll go.at first i didn noe why she was so into eating ice cream all of a sudden as jus a while ago she wanted to go home as she was afraid her mom'll get worried if she gets home late.aft a few moments,i realised her reason.so i said,'oh.i noe why u don want to go home.u want to c tadt shuai-ge ritd??' i call tadt guy shuai-ge as gurdeep forgot his name.lol.and she replied,'fatimah noes me the best.' oh,gurdeep calls me fatimah cos she was used to callong me tadt way ever since pri 4 when we were in the same tuition.hahas-tuition has grew our frenship more closer.well,i treated gurdeep and myself to ice-cream and we headed to the bus-stop.we sat there and savoured our ice-cream and of cos kept a look-out for the 'shuai-ge'.unfortuantely,we didn get to c him.but,we did enjoy laughing and talking away.'shuai-ge' was wearing a black t-shirt so evrytime a guy in black walks past,i said tadt it must be 'shuai-ge' but it wasn't.gur deep asked me to nort look out for him as lyke the way she state it 'the more u look for someone,the more u'll nort get to c him.'hmmms-guess,gurdeep had really fallen for him.she said tadt she's gonna ask alvinder or shakthi for his name.hehes-hope they'll get together.aftall thet would look perfect together as they both look lyke some bollywood stars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm now a near nerd already and i'm feeling so great!hahas- i've been completing most of my hw and doing some revision too.isn't tadt wadt nerds r supposed to do.even shone say so!evrytime he calls me i'll go lyke,i'm studying.stop calling me!now,it's been a routine.oh yeah.there's a bad thing in being a nerd.u get to miss out lots of fun stuffs lyke chatting with ur frens and going out.but,overall it jus makes u feel in control.i'm proud to say tadt i'm getting serious in my studies!hooray to me.hahas-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm alone in my house now enjoying hot chocolate.bet i'll be putting on more weight soon.fuck to tadt.i was browsing thru the channels and couldn't find any interesting shows.mtv was telecasting the 'viva la bam' shomw.it's a really mad show whre the ppl do cruel stuffs.i wasn't in the mood of devilness.althought there's cable tv,there's no nice show in the tv.boring.really boring.hmms- i guess i'll watch 'hitch'....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7005545-111302866991378468?l=sweetmiseryy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetmiseryy.blogspot.com/feeds/111302866991378468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7005545&amp;postID=111302866991378468' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7005545/posts/default/111302866991378468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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the lift with this woman with her 2 kids.one of the kids is a 2 or so yr old girl and the other is a boy abt 4 yrs old,i guess.i was walikng behind tadt grp of three and the girl turned ang looked at me.i smiled and so did she.her smile was so bright and sweet...a really cute little kid,man.well,tadt wasn't the problem obviously.i was so into getting home and get under a hot shower so i overtake them n walked infront of them.den,the boy started talking abt his future.he was telling to his mother tadt he can't decide wadt to be in the future.whether a doctor,a bus-driver[tadt was funny.i smiled without me knpwing when he said tadt!],or a lawyer or sth else.the mother matter-of-factly stated tadt there's a long way to tadt part of his life.she also added tadt abt twenty yrs u can start thinking abt it seriously and the boy answered tadt twenty yrs old for him is a short time away.den a thought strucked me.even at this tender age,he's thinking abt his future and trying to work on it whreas me,i'm at the age of achieving those dreams i have.but,i'm failing to do so.here i am stil fooling arnd,shopping,slackking instead of starting my revision and pay attention in klasses.i seriously feel so down.i'm now lyke so fucked up tadt i can bash someone up ritd now.if only someone or anyone is beside me now.......well,i hope tadt TADT small boy had woken me up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i jus realised tadt being so busy has an advantage.and tadt advantage is tadt,u tend to forget someone u have a soft spot for.well,i have!i guess now i'm officially nort into tadt frekaing asshole jerk!hooray.this calls for a party,doesn't it??i came to this conclusion jus now.he was online and so was i.before,whenever he was online,i'll have this guilty conscience of nort chatting with him and i'll long for him to chat with me lyke we used to.but, today it was totally different.i'm over him adn it's all over.even if he wants me back,fuck it!of cos he stil wants me!but,i'll nvr accept him back.a stupid jerk and this is the result u get if u don't make a clean break-up.i vow nvr to make this same mistake again,seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah.i didn end up at the avril concert.i knew it all along.if u want to trust shone in doing sth,jus forget abt tadt sth cos he'll nvr do wadt he say.tadt's shone.i knew him all along yet i asked him to get the avril tix for me.on the other hand,by shone nort doing wadt he supposed to do,i found the time to complete all my assignments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my wkend didn go lyke i planned to.i went to register for tadt sp talk on friday aft sch but there wasn't any available seat.so i think i'll be going for the 23o4o5 one.now,i've got to wait till tadt day.this wkend i might be going to jb again!if i'm going,i'm so gonna spend all the money i have!i'm planiing to get a billabong tee.and tadt op skirt i saw.fuck!it's so pink and sweet!bet james will be lyke,'whoa.nisha's so sweet today.'james always call me sweet when i wear pink.hahas- so noe y i always wear pink when i meet him??lol.this friday i think i'll get the billabong black plus pink visor.the visor's so pretty.i've been eyeing on it ever since last wk??damn.i want it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've been irritating mirah for the past few days with my singing.she say i sing till rain comes??at least i sing till rain comes unlyke others who sing till..nth happens.at least i'm &lt;i&gt;special&lt;/i&gt;.hahas- now i'm crapping and my mom's nagging again.she talks as if i go online evry single holy shit day!grrr..!can't stand it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7005545-111270710813489217?l=sweetmiseryy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetmiseryy.blogspot.com/feeds/111270710813489217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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tired.my feet are crying out pain.i'm totally drained out.i'm feeling lazy to update.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7005545-111226301873300000?l=sweetmiseryy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetmiseryy.blogspot.com/feeds/111226301873300000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7005545&amp;postID=111226301873300000' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7005545/posts/default/111226301873300000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7005545/posts/default/111226301873300000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetmiseryy.blogspot.com/2005/03/drained-out.html' title='drained out.'/><author><name>nisha.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10101356350098767586</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7005545.post-111191692029264970</id><published>2005-03-27T17:50:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2005-03-27T22:48:40.296+13:00</updated><title type='text'>appreciation.</title><content type='html'>it's a boring sunday.i jus went for my amaths tuition today.i was abt to fall asleep while my tutor was revising trigo.i hate trigo.i couldn't lyke solve &lt;u&gt;most&lt;/u&gt; of the qns.damn.i was suppose to study trigo before going for tuiton but i totally forgot abt it.the tutor was asking me whether i can get distinction and i replied with a much confidence 'sure'.the prob lies in me.i don't think so tadt ans came frm the &lt;i&gt;bottom of my heart&lt;/i&gt;.hahas- this sounds crap.hmms- i believe tadt i'm becoming more paranoid abt the things arnd me.i jus dunno why..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maroon5 songs r so ..&lt;i&gt;nice&lt;/i&gt;.i can't think of other words to describe it's beautifully-written lyrics and melodious music with adam levine's soulful voice singing.one of my fave track would be 'shiver'.'secret' is groovy too.it tells tadt evryone has a secret of it/their own.isn't tadt so ritd??i have my secret which no one noes except for me and i can swear tadt all of us have one secret which maybe,u're ashamed of or afraid of or sth lyke tadt.if u can't think of one secret u have,it must be shelved at the back of ur mind.another one which can be added in my admirable song list is 'tangled'.talking abt songs and stuffs related to it,i really would love to write lyrics and poems by myself.although how much i try to spill out my thoughts thru poems,it suck.serious.it sounds so crappy and &lt;i&gt;weird&lt;/i&gt;.hahas- i admire...,okie tadt's a common word to use;let me try another word.i esteem those who can write poems whenever they have inspiration.i think it's a cool habit.isn't it heavenly to marvel at ur own well-written poem??i respect those who can compose their own music.one of my role-model is jay chou.he's so admirable,isn't he??he scrawls his own lyrics and even compose for others too.he's one talented and gifted dude.however,i noticed tadt this kinda ppl who can express their thoughts and feelings by scribbling gd stuffs tend to look,get,be moody.they tend to be unpredictable too.i guess so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i loathe ppl who think too highly of themselves.although i've not known dem inside-out or we're nort even related,i'll abhor tadt person till death.jus my tendency.i'm nort stating tadt it's &lt;u&gt;wrong&lt;/u&gt; to think highly of urself.tadt's sth gd.u could attain confidence in urself and tadt's much appreciatable by evryone.but,if one gets too carried away by oneself,it irritates and pisses off those arnd tadt one person.and soon tadt person would realise tadt she would have no frens left.nxt,she would be left alone.i was surfing thru the blogs and there was this one person who was complaining abt the ppl arnd her.she was stating her opinions,yeah but tadt's to a &lt;b&gt;large extent&lt;/b&gt;!the title of her blog is abt her being the best in the world.i couldn't believe my eyes when i read her entries.it was so intolerant alritd.i mean,there's stil ppl lyke tadt living in this world??her openess is jus too open.evryone can be lyke her if they want to and imagine the world if evryone's gonna follow her path.there wouldn't be sth called 'care' and 'love'.all of us would have a very cold heart and we would be so nonchalant.we'll all be very mean.all of us would piss evryone off and throw our temper arnd.at this point,we shld thk those who're tolerant towards us and stil care although how much we tick them off.hahas-now,at least tadt gurl i was referring to is being useful.cos of her i've a topic to talk abt.lol.if someone is going to write stuffs abt her in their blog,i bet she'll be pissed off.she stil had the cheek to say she's the best.tsktsk.pls,she'll nvr be the best.there're ppl lyke her evrywhre.jus tadt they're nort as 'open' as her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was reading someone's profile and tadt person stated tadt he's special.tadt got me thinking abt the meanest and my most detested person in my life.i was finding for a gd quality which i lyke abt her.something which could be special towards me.well,i was unsuccessful.i couldn't find one!so i concluded tadt evryone can't be special to evryone.therefore,tadt chap is nort really special cos aft reading his testi,i found out tadt he ticks me off.okie,now,wadt's the prob with me??i've been pissed off by evryone.sighs-isn't life supposedly be beautiful??here i am whining abt evrything and evryone.i shld start to appreciate evryone's and evrything's presence.even including taufik batisah.i've started to appreciate his songs.they help me cool my nervous system.hahas- it sounds as if his songs are those herbal tea.okie,now,tadt's corny.lol.another person i've appreciated is fiona,tadt bitch.if she didn't enter my life,i wouldn't have anything to bitch abt and i wouldn't have someone to piss off when i'm in a crazy mood.furthermore,i bet i can't find someone lyke her to fight for evrything or evryone.hahas- i'm shamed to say tadt i &lt;i&gt;appreciate&lt;/i&gt; tadt slut.lol.i'm &lt;u&gt;mean&lt;/u&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've to do my chem wksheet!damn.i'm certain tadt i'll nort complete it...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7005545-111191692029264970?l=sweetmiseryy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetmiseryy.blogspot.com/feeds/111191692029264970/comments/default' title='Post 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7005545.post-111184303237470195</id><published>2005-03-26T21:38:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2005-03-27T01:17:12.376+12:00</updated><title type='text'>beautiful.</title><content type='html'>did u try to catch a glimpse of the moon this past few nitds??it's splendid-ly beautiful!i was admiring the moon last nitd.the only thing tadt was missing was the stars.since the sky was hazy,i couldn't admire a bright moon and sky filled with twinkling stars.i managed to find only one which was weakly twinkling.but,overall,i did enjoy the seeing the sky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;recently,i've picked up the habit of seeing the sky evrynitd.it's really a nice way to end ur exhausting day.i get to cool down n think abt all the fortunate things tadt happened to me in the days of my lives.i enjoy remembering all the good time i had.alritd;now i sound lyke a wise old hag ritd??lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kanna called me out today and so did ryan and shone.but,i had lots of hw to complete.now,i regret nort going out with kanna to catch a movie.i've lost track of the many times i turned kanna down when he asked me out.sadsad.guess i'll spend one of my wkend with him.shone compained abt me nort attending ali's some-kinda-slumber party.he added tadt it was great.i hate the fact tadt 'o's is taking over my life.i'm missing all my good time and i really hope tadt all my hardwork will be paid off for good.gotta work really hard for tadt,i reaslise tadt now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm doing my amaths hw,the last 2 qns and i can't figure out even one way to get the ans.all i did today was complete my emaths hols assignment.mr vijay's ans is so unclear.i don't understand wadt he wrote on tadt ppr.damn dude.i've stil got to complete the chem wksheet which suck big time.i'm delighted tadt i've completed the hist hw.tadt's great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tmr i gotta wake up early for amaths tuition and later i plan to go to do my eyebrows. hmms-aft tadt i might go town or maybe catch a movie with someone or i'll jus head back home and do my boring revisions.damn.life's boring for an 'o's student.even aft enjoying a great deal of time,i stil can't concentrate on studying.i feel ylke as if i'm losing it??hahas- now, i sound all stressed up.shyt.although the syllabus for almost all the subjects are reduced,i still feel lyke i can't get evrything in my head!i feel lyke it's too much for me to learn??maybe it's cos i don't have enuff time to learn evrything.on the other hand,sometines i feel as if i can excel very well in my 'o's and get enrolled in njc.hmms-i'm sucha two-sided person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's durgesh's b'day today.happy b'day dude!he's one cute,romantic,charming guy i noe.hahas-i wished him last nitd and i bet i'm the first to wish him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alritdty.i needa stock up my supply of chocolates! chocolate is a must when u're gonna sit for 'o's.it's true.well,at least for most of the cases;lyke mine!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7005545-111184303237470195?l=sweetmiseryy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetmiseryy.blogspot.com/feeds/111184303237470195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7005545&amp;postID=111184303237470195' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7005545/posts/default/111184303237470195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7005545/posts/default/111184303237470195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetmiseryy.blogspot.com/2005/03/beautiful.html' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7005545.post-111174319594880896</id><published>2005-03-25T17:39:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2005-03-25T21:33:15.953+12:00</updated><title type='text'>mcfly-all abt you.</title><content type='html'>it's good friday today.hmms-but,it seems lyke a normal saturday to me.yeah,although it's actually friday.today's the american diol result show.i hope jessica sierra will be kicked out.i hate her to the core although i hold no grudges against..it's jus her face and the smirk she wears on her face evrythime.it turns me off.she has tadt kinda face which makes you wanna slap her.furthermore,she's &lt;u&gt;u.g.l.y&lt;/u&gt; to become the nxt american idol.nort tadt looks really matter but her voice also speaks badly of her wanting to become the nxt idol.wadt were the judges thinking when they chose her??i'm voting for nadia turner or anwar robinson.nadia has a very strong voice and she noes how to carry herself with much confidence a lady needs.whreas anwar has a very dominant voice but can get quite boring after awhile.i think he shld change for the beta.according to me,bo bice sings and performs beta than the very well-known constantine maroulis.[is his last name spelt tadt way?]they look lyke brudders to me.and val commented tadt mira's smile looks lyke constantine's?hahas-i think so too.the calm looking smile.lol.scott savol has a fasinating voice.it would be perfect if he sings tadt to a gurl.her heart will sure melt and go out to him.hmmms- but,she would think twice after looking at him??tadt's mean alritd??carrie underwood is a very sweet-looking woman who has a voice jus ritd for her appearance.she might be the nxt american idol.she reminds me of the perfect10 dj carriechong.although i detest carriechong,i seem to lyke this carrie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and there's survivor today!i bet val can't wait to catch a glimpse of the very good-looking ian.hahas- he looks lyke a real survivor with the shabby look he upholds.his smile's heavenly but i hate his too playful guts.he's making a joke of evrything.i'm supporting ulong although it have the unpopular reputation.ibrehim rock!yeah,i agree he's losing it.but,he jus needs more supportive ppl arnd him.tonitd,he's gonna get a piece of scolding frm evryone.so sadsad.steph is a great gurl.i had a bad impression of her at the beginning by later it changed.i'm kinda showing sympathy to her cos she stated tadt she had always been a winner rather than the losing party.i really wanted the steel worker james to go out the last time.he's so bossy.let's c wadt would happen tonitd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the song all abt you by mcfly is so...so &lt;em&gt;cute&lt;/em&gt;??hahas-the video's very funny!lol.it's lyke a ballad.very relaxing and basically nice.and the video made me lurff so much!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last nitd i managed to complete half of my maths tuition hw.i turned in at abt 2,i guess.this morn i woke up late and didn't come out of my room until i finshed reading the apr issue of LIME.i jus wanna go to the avril concert!she sounded very cold in the interview by a LIME interviewer.but,she's stil the punk princess avril with a very powerful good voice.simple plan's concert is on 30mar,mira's b'day.and furthermore,it's a wkday nitd.nort allowed to hang out so late.therefore,simpleplan concert is a no for me.i'm stil hoping to get the avril concert tix either by the LIMEcontest or by shone.he said he's getting the tix.let's hope he actually &lt;em&gt;will &lt;/em&gt;get it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7005545-111174319594880896?l=sweetmiseryy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetmiseryy.blogspot.com/feeds/111174319594880896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link 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type='text'>madness.</title><content type='html'>this wk was so chaotic for me.oh yeah,plus tiring.all the commonTEST results were returned back.comments abt it"jus one word;&lt;u&gt;pathetic.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll nort get anywhre with this kinda results.duh.`u'll nort get anywhre with maths n tamil,`tadt's wadt mrVIJAY said to me.fuck.i'm already depressed n he said tadt to me.fortunately i was in a madness mood den.nort gonna continue abt this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yDAY was really tiring.ritd aft sch,i rushed back home as i thought mom only is going to visit my uncle in the hospital.instead,i had to skip tamilLESSON n accompany mom to the hospital.sp,planned out my day.i'll go to the generalHOSPITAL first.den later i'll head to town for awhile with gavin.later i'll rush for maths tuition.head back home by ten.get ready to complete hw by eleven.sleep once i complete all my assignments.my plan went on very ritd.aft visiting my uncle,i headed to town n met gavin.i walked arnd with him for awhile.he treated me to halfthe price of a quikSILVER t-shirt as i didn't have the enuff cash den.thks dude.later jumped into the 190 bus and slept all the way to the busSTOP i'm supposed to alight.a fat,malay woman was sitting nxt to me and she was snoring away.tadt disturbed my sleep at one point of the time.it was raining at tadt time and i was shivering away.i knew tadt i had to grab a jacket before leaving my house but i jus brushed off tadt thought frm my mind.so,i ended up shivering really badly in the bus.i used my bag to cover myself.lucky tadt my bag is big.i was looking really sleeping when i alighted frm the bus.saw jordus,zakir and the rest at the bus-stop.jus smiled and a quick wave to dem as i was hurrying to my tuition centre.fortunately,the tutor waited for me.it was weird in the klas.i bet i had looked so tired n sleepy.the tutor was lyke looking at me lyke as if he's asking me `am i talking some language tadt's alien to u??`he was going thru the chap on algebra,my always-fave topic.at one point of time he asked me,`do u understand me,nisha?u look very confused.`did i look very confused??jus tired.aft tuition,while walking back home,gurdeep commented on my weird behaviour.`why r u so quiet today?`was i very quiet?hmms- guess so.i jus replied tadt i've decided to become serious and she lurffed at my decision.lol.of cos,i expected tadt.i can nvr be a serious person,i guess.well,at least to gurdeep,i cant be one.i bought 8-day frm the senja miniMART jus cos of the sly's pic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was depressed tadt i missed the last 8-day mag as lastWK i burnt my pocket really badly.hmms- now i'm trying to find the last 8-day mag.i jus love the cover page of sly!&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;i love him to the core!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt; i'm so happy for him tadt he thought over abt wadt he did.i'm referring to the sly-maia scandal.maia is so nort worth sly,nort even his time.she's jus another gurl who sluts arnd with all the guy.wadtabitch.i hate her.i used to lyke her but now aft wadt happened between she n sly,&lt;b&gt;i jus hate her.&lt;/b&gt;it looks as if she really desire sly but sadly,sly doesn't fancy her.gd for sly.when asked abt the ROM online registration which was cancelled,she was blabbering away n in the end said `no comments.`of cos she shld be really sad tadt she was rejected by sly.all i want to do now is lurff at her face.&lt;b&gt;h a h a .&lt;/b&gt;i don't mind sly being with another gurl who's much..much..&lt;em&gt;well-behaved&lt;/em&gt;?sth lyke tadt.maia's looks n behaves lyke a loosewoman.alritd,now why am i talking abt someone who's nort worth chatting for??let's close this topic by saying tadt sly's jus for me.lol.i hope so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;back to yDAY.i reached home and did my hist,maths holiday till abt one and slept at two.but,today i didn't hand in the assignments.maths hw deadline is extended till nxt monday and noONE seemed to have completed the hist hw plus noONE bothered to ask for it.if i had known this earlier,i wouldn't have lost my beautySLEEP and importantly,wouldn't have missed amazingRACE!so so so fuming mad.fuming madness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wanna get the billabong visor and the billabong bottle.today mira and me plan to buy this longSLEEVED t-shirt nxt wk.and we plan to buy this adidas handbag.lol.mira's crazy abt the colorPINK! pink's her fave color now.hahas- i knew this was coming by her recently pink stuffs.my wishLIST is getting longer.hmms- anyways,isn't it gd to wish for more stuffs so tadt u'll feel motivated??  tadt's wadt somePHILOSOPHER stated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;keane's songs are so soothing to my ears.i tend to forget abt my worries when i'm listening to the songs.`this is the last time` has a soft spot in my heart.the music and voice seemed to reflect on a life which i want to live.my dream is to migrate to NY.i love the surronding and easy life.if i cant tadt den i'll make my life in s'pore feel tadt way.by the age of 27,i'll settle down in my life.a dream-come-true career,a luxurious house,an orange car,the dream guy as my bf,evryNITD is a romantic candle-lit dinner with my bf for me or else a wild party somewhre.weekly shopping spree with nvr a credit balance in my credit card.won't tadt be heavenly??totally.the perfect life isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;homework,there's tons of it.i don't mind doing them but i jus need the time for tadt.time is always a problem for me.i need to plan my time effectively soon or else i think i'll face the very bad consequences very soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7005545-111167371970548935?l=sweetmiseryy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetmiseryy.blogspot.com/feeds/111167371970548935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='html'>the social studies project given by mdm zahara is getting on my nerves! i don`t really understand wadt it's asking for.i can`t find any kind of evidence to prove how each of the 4 chosen ministries promote social cohesion by their policies/measures.god!i wonder when i'll complete this assignments.maybe i didn`t search enuff.hmmms-gotta keep searching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gotta grab a cup of sth to drink.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7005545-111095227634633293?l=sweetmiseryy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetmiseryy.blogspot.com/feeds/111095227634633293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7005545&amp;postID=111095227634633293' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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spending this whole tuesday jus by myself.staying all alone at home is equal to blasting music of perfect10 rocking the floor,24/7 connection of the comp,tv and radio and comp can be turned on the same time although i'll nort be using evrything at the same time.but who cares??i jus wanna live the life i think i'll rock in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;enjoying the music of gwen stefani-rich girl n sipping my cup of hot chocolate.drinking hot chocolate on a cold nitd is jus as equal to drinking it on a hot day lyke now.the cocoa is so rich n i'm planning to get the mocha flavored one soon.mocha or cappucino??i prefer mocha although i've a soft spot for the freezed cappucino frm 7eleven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my hol assignments are almost there for completion.i locked myself in my room last nitd frm 6-10 to complete my hw.the soothing songs of maroon5 were filling in my room the whole while n surprisingly,i managed to complete my emaths n amaths hw.today i'll be working on my ss n history hw n soon i hope to start on my combined sci revision.hopefully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmms-i've gotta add a song to perk up my blog.it looks dull to me.lyke so moody n boring.sighs-i spent lyke 4 hrs doing this blogskin when my comp jus shut down n all my hardword was erased jus lyke tadt.[snaps her fingers.]i was screaming my head off lyke,`wtf!wtf,man!fuck it!!`lol.bet i sound lyke a mad woman.my mom had this`has she gone nuts??` look on her face.hahas-i was seriously mad at tadt time.but now i  realise tadt life as to go on.lol.tadt sounded so &lt;em&gt;mature&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate ms au.i mean,it seems tadt she's there to &lt;i&gt;condemn&lt;/i&gt; me.i've been putting extra hardwork in all my compositions n wadt she has to say??`try to shorten your sentence n don't use lots of words.`wtf! i use adjectives to perk up the story in my compo.and she stil have the cheek to say tadt i'm nort creative.fuck it,&lt;i&gt;woman&lt;/i&gt;!i'm worried for myself for getting this kind of english teacher.all i can do is sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last nitd's &lt;i&gt;desperate housewives&lt;/i&gt; was great.equally funny n i get to loosen myself while watching it.Eva Longoria[gabriella] shld count herself lucky tadt she will nort get caught red-handed so soon.personally i feel tadt wadt she's doing now is ritd although she's betraying her &lt;i&gt;husband&lt;/i&gt;.but,it's clear tadt she's in love with tadt guy,wadteverhisnameis.jealousy proved it all ritd.poor Teri Hatcher[susan].she didn't get to go for her first date with Mike.and i'm thinking wadt Mike is up to.and who really is Kendra.wadt hea the baby Dana got to do with the death of Mary??weird.but thrilling enuff to make you glued to the tv.the one-hr each wk episode is nort enuff for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gotta complete some unfinished chores.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7005545.post-111070879233110800</id><published>2005-03-13T18:20:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2005-03-13T22:13:12.336+12:00</updated><title type='text'>updating.</title><content type='html'>yup i agree it's been a long time since i last updated but i have my reasons!hahas- common tests r all over n mid yr exams r lyke `here i come kiddies!` sighs- sians dude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;friday was a very rushing day.aft sch rush back home.tadt's the first time aft a long time i came back home straight aft lessons.i accompanied my mom to peninsular plaza.we shopped n walked arnd n den later resigned at burger king.i ate hershey's sundae pie n i volunteered to treat my mom to the pie but guess she's on a diet??hahas-she turned it down.the fastfood restaurant was so nort crowded at all.the sound can be heard is banging music by perfect 10 n some guys chatting nort-so-loudly at the back of the restaurant.abt fifteen minutes later[tadt's how long i take to eat tadt fabulous pie.lol.],we took 190 n headed to bukit panjang plaza.i bought only the clearsil facial foam as aisyah said tadt it's a gd product n i think so too!aft washing ur face with it,ur face would feel really clean n smooth,unlyke the simple facial product.okie,i hope this would nort serve as a propaganda!hahas-limmie get back to my friday.at abt 1800,we reached home.i laze arnd my house by listening to the rocking music by perfect 10 n played some comp games.later at 1900,headed for my combined science tuition.as usual i'm later n my tutor was sarcastic abt it,tadt's always the usual.last wk my reason for coming late was `over-slept`.so he was lyke,"nisha,oversleep again??" i replied with a cheeky smile on my face,"no,today went out.so late."den he lurffed.hahas- crazy.the tuition was as usual lame n we studied physics,starting frm the first chap.lol.at least i learnt sth on friday.aft tution,gurdeep's mom came to fetch her so i thought i'll be walking with muhd n crack lame jokes.but,my tutor caught up with me so muhd wasn't affected by my lame jokes.hahas- i n my tutur were talking abt my ambition n whre i hope to end up.of course it wasn't a serious conversation.lol.i said tadt i striving to become a doctor or lawyer n he commented tadt i choose the job based on the salary.i replied with "of course.tadt's y i'm studying so hard now!" n all the while i had the `duh` look on my face.hahas- he was lyke condemning all the way to my apartment building.man,wtf!lol.i was debating with him n was supporting tadt job must always equal to high salary.it was one very heated debate.lol.all the while muhd was walking silently infront of us.poor guy left alone.hahas-came back home n do those going to sleep stuffs but i didn sleep.i watched survivor n i'm so very gleeful abt kim going out.god,she's jus one lazy bum!always sun tan only.i wonder wadt jeff saw in tadt skinny,bulimic look-a-lyke,lazy bitch.whre is this world heading to??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was supposed to go catch a movie with mira n amira but i had to cancel it as i had to go to jb with my family to shop.jus for the shopping part n the promise tadt my mom would be footing most of my spree bill,i nodded a yesh.well,i bought lots of `essential` stuffs.hahas- many t-shirts n stuffs lyke moisturizer n crap.hmmms- city square was having a sale on strretwear stuffs n i splurged my parents' bucks on t-shirts n stuffs.i was paying for a quiksilver n roxy t-shirt when my eyes caught a display of emily,the strange n nightmare before christmas wallets.i noticed the nightmare before christmas coffin hp pouch but i skipped tadt choice n bought emily,the strange wallet.now i regret nort buying the hp pouch too.well,i plan to get it soon.it was indeed a long day n we were all carrying heavy bags filled with our purchases.there was the early saturday nitd traffic jam at causeway n i was sleeping thruout the whole journey while it was raining outside.on returning back home,i got ready to resign quickly since my eyes were getting heavier evry dreading minute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today woke up early for my amaths tuition.my tutor taught the topis on determining max/min pts.hmms- i was late for the lesson.hahas-i'm always late for my tuition lessons!well,but i managed to understand the chap thoroughly.i cant wait for the already-here wk.thinking of spending it usefully.hmmms-i think i wont.i always get untamed n go out for shopping.god!i gotta keep my hands tight before i burn my pocket once again.now i'm left with only abt 5 dollars??i'm pathetic n i can bet tadt u guys agree with tadt too.hahas-shop til left 5 bucks.i can only survive for one meal.lol.furthermore,i wont be getting my holiday allowance this wk.darn!all i can do is sigh.guess i gotta borrow some money to watch a movie this wkend.hahas- or maybe some would be a very kind soul n give me a treat??lol.fat hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was chatting with derek frm sp.aft a very very long time later i was chatting with him.the last time i rmbed chatting with him was when i was in sec 2??hahas- tadt's a very very very long time ago.missed thoses times in 2e3.it was so fun arh??n my life was really blissful at tadt moment n evrything was going so god-damn well.den wadt happened??dec 2003 came to an end n so did my blissful life.okie,i shldn't be typing this crap out,shld i??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess tmr would be a stay-home-and-rot day.i'll be studying n completing all my assignments tmr.maybe i'll head to town for a walk if possible.it'll be so great if i could find someone to walk with me frm far east plaza to clarke quay with me.hmms-i'll find someone.on tuesday,i hope to go to esplanded for another walk den later to window shop at marina square shopping centre.hope my mom'll come with me for the walk.aft tuesday would be wednesday.whre can i go on wed??maybe to the skate park n c those skaters displaying their tricks n movements n hopefully,i'll get to learn some of the movements again.thw last time i rmbed skating was last yr june hols.shone was a being a sweetheart n taught me to skate but i think i forgot how to skate.hahas- jus lyke my fate in roller-blading.lol.on thurs i'll be staying home n revising on my tamil.friday too.wkend will be spent on shopping n movie.perfect wk??hopefully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah,gotta work on my blogskin!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7005545-111070879233110800?l=sweetmiseryy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetmiseryy.blogspot.com/feeds/111070879233110800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='html'>i'm feeling so t.g.i.f.although common test period is stil going on,i can at the very least take all my revisions slowly during the wkends.hmmms-doesn't sound great??rather than mugging at common test nights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well,how abt some reviews abt the just-over tests.the first test was very disastrous.i studied way too much for my combined science,i guess.my mind was totally blank when i got the ppr.darn qns.i mugged so hard yet i practically cant answer &lt;u&gt;all&lt;/u&gt; the qns.i just felt lyke brwaking down or sth.but,i got over it as soon i got it.hmms-so i slack abit for my second ppr,combined humans.and wadt a shock.i went thru the ppr way too smoothly.i think i'll get quite a gd grade for my humans.e-maths wasn't tadt difficult but i detest the fact tadt i've lost 7 marks cos of unanswered qns.i was confident to get full marks for my maths but..doesn't matter anyways.i stil have more time for tadt dream of mine to come true.today's princi.of.acct was difficult.i didn't manage to balance most of the a/c except for the bank recon qns.tadt's a gurantee 10 marks.so the most pathetis mark i'll get for p.o.a is 10 out of 50.mmms- sounds way too pathetic,doesn't it??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm working on my long skirt now.i realised tadt i've nort worn this particular grey long skirt for a very long time.i think i've only worn it once,for someone's burfday party i guess.so i've decided to shorten it till knee-length.hope it would look gd on me.gotta work on it now so tadt i'll get to wear it tmr when i'm going for shopping!yeah,shopping at last!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7005545-110992886267424651?l=sweetmiseryy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetmiseryy.blogspot.com/feeds/110992886267424651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' 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blogging.</title><content type='html'>i'm feeling very exhausted frm carrying those heavy books.my shoulders stil feel as if a 100kg person is sitting on dem.i'm sooo tired!i've come to a conclusion tadt i hate school.the only part i lyke abt sch is going there to lurff with my buddies,other than i rather stay n rot at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i jus don understand y i've started to question abt my life.i've got my destination all down but guess i don't have the confidence tadt i'll get there??or maybe there's sth which is preventing me frm reaching the destination i've been planning.all i want now is get very excellent grades for my 'o's.get into njc n rock my life there.later on to nus.but,i caught myself,asking myself whether i'll reach tadt part of my life.i've realised tadt my ex is interrupting my stride.i cant seem to foget him.hmmms-is this called true love??i don think so.i'll nvr fall for an asswipe lyke him.but y m i always thinking abt him??therefore,i've decided to delete all contacts frm him.i've gotta carry on with my life n i bet he don't even rmb tadt he ever met me.shyt!guess i'm suffering frm stress??i love being pressurized but i feel there's no one arnd me to do tadt although the truth is tadt i've many n even more ppl who care for me!i can`t figure out why i'm feeling this way.well,all i've gotta say is tadt i'm feeling fucked up.there's someone waiting for me but i'm thinking abt someone.wtf.i believe tadt i`m nort interested in love now n relationship.i don't want any guy in my life now.i detest guys.well,of cos,including `goldilocks` n `babieyboi` although i jus treated dem as my pastime to have fun.[glees`]commenting abt guys is my hobby.hahas-i'll nvr stop doing tadt although the word guys is the last thing on my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nxt wk's common test wk n is the wk aft nxt wk.so i'll be starting on my 'o's revision today.aktualy,i've started studying.[gives a nerdy face]isn't tadt wadt a very honorable student[hmphs]shld do??hehes-if i'm gonna get into njc,i've gotta start soon.i've figured out tadt if i'm going to go on lyke this,i would be a full-time nerd which i believe would be fun to be!lol.nerds rock the world alritd??mirah once told me tadt `u've gotta be gd to the nerds cos one day they might be ur boss.`[thinks`]i guess it's a fact.so beta be nice to me alritds??[goofy smile appears on her pathetic face]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well,i know tadt i'll be missing frm my blog for abt 2 wks due to the common test n excessive revision.maybe aft tadt i'll cool alittle n get back to my blogging n maybe if i've the time,i'll change my blogskin too.gtg now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7005545-110931692243758620?l=sweetmiseryy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetmiseryy.blogspot.com/feeds/110931692243758620/comments/default' title='Post 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7005545.post-110890333375010207</id><published>2005-02-20T20:49:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2005-02-21T00:42:13.753+12:00</updated><title type='text'>tire out.</title><content type='html'>boy am i so exhausted frm all the activities tadt went on this wkend!starting frm saturday.i woke up really early at 9 n of cos it's surprising to c me up at tadt kinda time on wkends.i'm always sleeping till late morn on wkends.well,plan of the day was to go to the jurong jc love fiesta n temasek poly with gurdeep n her sch frens.hahas- it was totally mad!we all met up at bp interchange n waited for gurdeep's always-nvr-on-time fren,shafiqah.since the rest 5 of us were feeling hungry,we headed to plaza's mac n bought drinks n some food.later returned to bp interchange n met shafiqah.we took 180 n crapped alot in the bus.i guess we were the noisiest.later alighted at bukitbatok ss bus-stop n took 157 to jjc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was a very scorching hot day n all of us were perspiring.the musci was very deafening but we all loved it.it was great fun at jjc,esp the band which performed some songs.so exhilarating.me n gurdeep were holding hands n singing to thoses love songs.hahas- how lame.when we entered jjc,we heard some live-performance going on.the song `shiver` by maroon 5 was sung by a really bad singer n i aktually xpected a thunderstorm to turn up at tadt time.it was TADT awful.but on the other hand,the musci was super gd.aft walking arnd for a while we again ended up at the place whre the band was performing;in the canteen.the stuffs there were very ex.seriously expensive.the only thing i enjoyed ther was the band n esp the song `only one` by yellowcard performed by those talented ppl pg jjc.the singer this time was superb!he sang with emotion although the beginning his voice was shakey.but as it went on,he became beta n most of us there,including me,started swaying our body to the music n singing talong with the lead without knowing.jjc students were clapping n interrupting the song.the drums was really well-played by this drop-dead-gorg malay guy.hahas- me n gurdeep were lyke drooling upon laying eyes on him!lol.how pathetic.the song went on n i didn want it to end.the last part was real dramatic way to end.hahas- the lead ended the song by kneeling down at the end.hahas- although it's sooo dramatic,it nice.if only my bf could sing tadt song n do tadt.....hahas-the roaring clap was deafening n i xpected the band to perform more songs but dey ended it n announced tadt dey'll continue at 1p.m.i was lyke `ohhhhhh.`cant dey jus continue performing??!?!well,i saw our dm raymond koh n michelle tham.dey were so sweet together.hahas-i had a gd time dere n i did nort regret waking up so early on tadt orn.it was worthwhile aftall!aft abt one hr or so,we headed to jp to have our lunch at kfc n later inot the mrt to tampines.hahas- we were lyke `here we come,tp!`lol.more crapping in the mrt train n aft alighting frm dere we took the bus 69 to tp.it was very un-lively there.kinda boring but i got to learn abt some courses lyke the law.quite interesting n i'm thinking abt taking it up.well,we'll c.all i wish for is to get into njc.well,back to sat at tp.we were walking along some corridors n there were booths at the left side.there was this band resting n this guy there were cracking some jokes,i guess.when we walked past,the guy was `tp for u!number for me!`hahas- i was lurffing all the way!lol.`tp for u` is their theme.n u noe wadt the other one is refering to ritd??hahas- he's cute.i mean, his personality.lol.at the room whrre the booth abt law n business stuffs were held,me n gurdeep was engrossed in wadt this gurl who's 2nd yr in tp was saying.something she said was lurffable.she was chatting away n she turned to me n commented,`u can be a gd lawyer.` n i gave a laugh n asked ` wadt makes u say tadt??` her reply surprised me!`some ppl c face can noe.`hahas- crap..well,there was an actor there who is the lecturer ther.he was the one who acted in `first touch` the kinda old drama as the doctor,i guess.this indian guy.the gurl whispered to me n gurdeep tadt his ego is bigger than his body.she also added tadt he's gd but the problem is tadt he noes tadt he's good!lol.well,his face proves it ritd aftall!abt 4 or 5 i guess,we headed back to tampines interchange n took mrt n lrt back home.hmmms- another crappy ride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today was nort-as-tired-as-saturday.again woke up at abt 8 in the morn.unusual!headed to register for amaths tuition near little india.sians-go pass little india early in the morn n i've to do tadt evrywk!damn.hope it'll be worthwhile n i'll get an a1 for amaths.hmmms- happy tadt i got the same tutor as last yr.tadt's perfectly fine for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmms- i'm having a splitting headache now.wonder if i stil wanna do my new 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out.'/><author><name>nisha.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10101356350098767586</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7005545.post-110812583979997474</id><published>2005-02-11T20:50:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2005-02-12T00:43:59.803+12:00</updated><title type='text'>friday.</title><content type='html'>well,guess  i was a bit screw loosen today??hahas- yeah,i've been lyke crazy n crapping.i find it lame to go to sch today as today's only one day inbetween 2days at the left n 2days at the ritd.yet,i ran along to sch.today's lesson seemed more interesting to me as i was singing the whole time in klas n mira was pissed with me.hahas-the tune of `one last` n `me and mrs jones` kept running thru my head.ada showed me some pic of sly n oh boi was he looking so hot.lol.now,i've a passion in collecting sly's pic.hahas-pls do support me by donating &lt;u&gt;any&lt;/u&gt; of sly's pic.thankss.lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmms-tmr would be a long day n i've to get plenty of rest.i'll be going out with the guys n later maybe with my parents for some shopping.my mom guessed tadt there would be a sale this wkend aft cny.so guess me n my parents r gonna check it out.hmmms,hope to complete all my hw by tonitd while listening to some music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh how much i detest vijay.he lyke blabbering away in klas n xpect us to understand n when the klas don respond.he gives this stoopid,dirty look.oh boy,how m i gonna get a1 for maths n common test is so nearing;end of tis mth.i wanted a gd start n guess this is nort wadt xpect.i've to put on more effort in my work.my current motivater is ryan,the ass.lol.i'm nort gonna feel sorry abt his,ryan.u're really an ass.n guess aft reading this,u're gonna stop teaching me maths.lol.i don care dude.i'll always have shone.stoopid shone is planning all kinda crappy stuff secretly.wonder wadt's up his sleeve this time round.hmmms-jus now aft sch,i met up with adam n james plus meishan.they don seem to have anything to do at home n derefore were disturbing james' mom by asking her to bake more n more cookies.bet they'll put on lots of weight soon.hahas-with the little time we had,we played truth or dare.since there was only 4 of us,we decided to skip the truth part n evryone has a chance to do a dare.we started with the oldest so me,james n meishan came up with a dare for adam.aft much retarded discussions,we came up with a dare.adam had to act lyke a gay infront of a gurl.while waiting for a gurl to walk past,we cracked all kinda stoopid,disgusting jokes,all thanks to james n adam busied himself by applying some lip gloss n eye-liner.when a girl came along,adam was nort-at-all coy to walk beside her.tadt poor gurl was so afraid.adam shaked his butt n giggled all the way to the end of the path.the girl might have thought adam was some sickening old man or maniac.hahas-we laughed out real loud.since i was getting late n needed to go back home,i rushed back home.bet they're thinking of a dare for me as we plan to continue tmr with more ppl.hahas- this reminds me of the time when i had to slap joe very hard till his cheek turned red.n wadt a coinincidence tadt jus a while ago on tadt day,i got to noe him.wadt a first impression i presented!lol.well,joe's expression was nort-at-all xpected.i thought he will get angry n yell back at me,or in worst case scenario,he'll slap me back.yet,i took the risk.my mind must have been somewhre else.but,instead joe had this shocked look at first n later he laughed!taken aback by his reaction,i laughed together n the rest who were there at ali's house laughed too.can u imagine tadt a guy who jus got a slap frm a girl laughed instead of yelling at the girl??tadt's y i stil think joe's w.e.i.r.d. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okie.there's this guy on my frenster n he's one interesting guy.he always have sth new to share abt.whenever he's bored,he'll come up with a topic to talk abt n post it in the bullentine.but,i don seem to have lots of time to spare n read his long entry.oops.lol.but of course i had some chances to read some of his posts n it was very interesting.his main focus r usually abt love.n yesh,he looks really handsome n charming.he's frm hawaii.hmms- hope to meet him one day in person.he's really handsome!hehes-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i stil have a short list of v.day presents left to purchase n i'm broke!guess gotta borrow money frm my bestest all-loving fren,shone.hahas-nort gonna reveal wadt i bought for all my buddies n date till aft v.day.lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gotta get movin` my butt frm here.hahas- enjoy ur friday nitd while i'll be working on my assignments.          how    nice........  [yawns]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7005545-110812583979997474?l=sweetmiseryy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetmiseryy.blogspot.com/feeds/110812583979997474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7005545&amp;postID=110812583979997474' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7005545/posts/default/110812583979997474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7005545/posts/default/110812583979997474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetmiseryy.blogspot.com/2005/02/friday.html' title='friday.'/><author><name>nisha.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10101356350098767586</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7005545.post-110793114756860842</id><published>2005-02-09T14:59:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2005-02-09T18:39:07.566+12:00</updated><title type='text'>cny day one</title><content type='html'>happy happy new yr! hahas- no angbao only frm ms ang c-square.so sweet of her.gave all her a-maths students an angbao each which contained merci chocolate n hersheys.yummy!lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've completed my maths hw only so far.there's stil alot more.guess i'll be postponing my a-mths hw till this wkend as i left my a-maths wksheet in klas n dunno wadt qns to do.oh yeah.furthermore,i forgot to bring back my ss wkbk yday.so sad cant do my ss hw.ros has gone to pahang for the holiday n wont be in sch on friday.so good..!lol.i oso wanna go for a long holiday but circumstance is stopping me frm going.hahas-days r going so fast n i'm afraid i might nort have enuff time for my revision.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last nitd i was a total pissed off wreck.hahas-a very stoopid adjective to use.well,shu hui or fiona my always-will-be-rival-foe-or-wadtevar bitch called me up.i was taken back by her call.aft wadt happened which even more strained our enmity,she stil had the face to call me.i thought she wanted to ask me for a favor but ended up....&lt;br /&gt;"heard tadt ya going out with jake for a date soon.let me warn u nort to go with him.he'll always be mine."tadt's how it started off by shu hui or fiona or the bitch or wadtevar.i expected this to happen but didn care less.&lt;br /&gt;"yeah.anyway,y do u care??he isn't with u anymore.guess he lykes me more than ya,ritd??"&lt;br /&gt;"who ever said tadt we broke off??we were jus taking a break.nth much more.bitch,u beta stay away."&lt;br /&gt;"oh,who's the bitch here??taking a break my foot,slut!i've no spare time to waste for ya.jus hang up,bitch.jake will nvr want u back,i bet," n with tadt i hanged up.hmms,guess i was sounding really bitchy ritd??well,wadtevar.i was seriously pissed off with jake!tadt ass-hole which no brain.he said he broke up with her so wassup with the bitch's call??okie,i didn care much abt tadt cos jake was jus my date for valentine's day n nth more so it doesn't matter.i wanted to call him aft completing my tamil hw n cancel the date but before tadt,jake called me.ppl nvr let me do my hw.he apologized behalf of shu hui n xplained tadt shu hui had oso called him aft dialling me.wth.i bet she have nth beta to do in her pathetic life.i had freakking guessed tadt she had called shone n james n maybe many more too.n jus lyke i had guessed,it happened.okie.back to the jake's conversation.at first i didn accept his apology but later i took it as my advantage n accepted it.jake had to do sth for me in return but i'll nvr write it down here.hahas-sth kinda of evil arh.n oso lame.but who cares??jake n shu hui spoilt my peaceful tuesday nitd!they gotta pay for it.i warned jake nvr to talk or meet shu hui.lol.i'm mean!it's fun being mean,i jus realised.muahahaha-aft he hanged up,ppl aft ppl called me.first it was shone,den adam,soon aft sheryl,later came james' call,ali's one n den meishan.hahas-crap man.i didn have time to do my hw!hmmms-now i regret agreeing for jake's date.i mean whre was my mind when i agree to go out with my enemy's ex??!!hope my decision would bring sth good.well,jus to irritate shu hui,i'll go for the date.i'm bad!hahas-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/7005545-110793114756860842?l=sweetmiseryy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetmiseryy.blogspot.com/feeds/110793114756860842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7005545&amp;postID=110793114756860842' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7005545/posts/default/110793114756860842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7005545/posts/default/110793114756860842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetmiseryy.blogspot.com/2005/02/cny-day-one_09.html' title='cny day one'/><author><name>nisha.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10101356350098767586</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
