<?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-32646136</id><updated>2011-04-22T06:12:12.129+08:00</updated><title type='text'>succhiare</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://succhiare.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32646136/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://succhiare.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>ajrina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16419197110062398969</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>95</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32646136.post-4279800080869187259</id><published>2007-05-06T00:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-06T00:05:38.569+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Friday's movie with Cheryl, Gabrielle, Eugene, Perry, Justin, Tong Lin and Tee Wei was great! And Spiderman 3 was awesome. We watched the 5.40pm show at Orchard cineleisure and well, went home slightly late. Anyway I still need to catch up on some of the homework. Lost!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32646136-4279800080869187259?l=succhiare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32646136/posts/default/4279800080869187259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32646136/posts/default/4279800080869187259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://succhiare.blogspot.com/2007/05/fridays-movie-with-cheryl-gabrielle.html' title=''/><author><name>ajrina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16419197110062398969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32646136.post-5681311524717319676</id><published>2007-04-25T20:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-25T20:39:42.361+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Didn't know there's some form of design in IT. That's visual literacy. Anyway don't know what to join for cca. No soccer for girls. So maybe hockey? Oh. I just want a sport!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32646136-5681311524717319676?l=succhiare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32646136/posts/default/5681311524717319676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32646136/posts/default/5681311524717319676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://succhiare.blogspot.com/2007/04/didnt-know-theres-some-form-of-design.html' title=''/><author><name>ajrina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16419197110062398969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32646136.post-6925094307915610311</id><published>2007-04-23T19:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-23T19:17:57.258+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>First day of school was alright. Didn't encounter any nervous breakdown cos basically knew all, well most, of my classmates already. So yeah met Siti, Rong Shan and Sadrina for half an hour before lecture starts. Guess we're excited. First subject of the day: Web Design. It was about html and stuffs. Luckily I've got some "experience" like editing blog templates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next class was Mr Mike Phone's class (no joke). Didn't do anything anyway and he released us just after half an hour. Then went to eat at Mensa's canteen and wander around the school. Next was C Maths(computing mathematics) class. Same thing released early. After school was terrible cos it was raining heavily so Siti and I went to tampines mall to 'shop' for clothes to wear tomorrow. Sigh. Wish there's uniform so need not worry about what to wear the next day and the day after!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Anyway why are there so many banglas in my school?? (I mean students)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32646136-6925094307915610311?l=succhiare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32646136/posts/default/6925094307915610311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32646136/posts/default/6925094307915610311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://succhiare.blogspot.com/2007/04/first-day-of-school-was-alright.html' title=''/><author><name>ajrina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16419197110062398969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32646136.post-3446833303196476435</id><published>2007-04-20T21:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-20T22:33:01.063+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yes tp's orientation camp was superr fun! The bad new was I'm in different class from Lindy. What a waste. Yeah met with new friends. Too bad there's only 8 girls and 12 guys at my class. But they are sure a fun bunch to hang out with. 3/4 of those in IND were guys. Sigh. Ice breaking game was okay but the sleepover was great! The nightwalk was super super great although it was quite eerie, nearly midnight when we played the game. We were told of stories like 'old man' and 'xiao ming' that haunts the 6th floor and design block respectively. Xiao ming is a child ghost with only legs. LOL. We slept at the sports complex and it was huge. Damn fun. 2 thumbs up for the mass dance too!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Early in the morning did some pt. Then there's some games like amazing race kind. Haha. Oklah. Third day was also great. There's this regatta thingy sort of like sports day. Cheer till my throat hurts. IT school doesn't seem strong like the other teams but we sure do have great cheers! Then proceed to bedok reservoir for our dragonboat cheering. Sort of pissed cos they did not provide any beverages and it was like in the schorching sun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright guess that's all cos now I'm sooooooo tired!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32646136-3446833303196476435?l=succhiare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32646136/posts/default/3446833303196476435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32646136/posts/default/3446833303196476435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://succhiare.blogspot.com/2007/04/yes-tps-orientation-camp-was-superr-fun.html' title=''/><author><name>ajrina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16419197110062398969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32646136.post-3908116000326060797</id><published>2007-04-14T00:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-14T00:56:51.524+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Went out with Yihui to Compass then Bishan and it was hilarious! We talked crap about people like "babi ah yuan" being a loner. LOL. If you know him you will surely can't believe it. At compass, looked at some wallets and the kiasu people were so irritating. Then went royal sporting house to erm look at 'kampung' shoes. It was nice actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next went to Bishan and on the way crap again about things like "Apunene". LOL. Yihui said something like "be careul don't let apunene catch you'.LOL! We were talking about people who can't differentiate between Indian and Malay. Haha. We ate at subway, well I didn't cos don't know if it's halal. And the whole place was weird, like the crew losing Yihui's sandwich. After that we did some look around j8.&lt;br /&gt;Didn't know seiyu changed its name. Love the surfer's paradise tshirt! Oh and there's this shop that sells crab as pet. Cute but Yihui said it's digusting!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the way home,there's this ah pek whoe face was so funny especially his mouth which looks like a fish and his 'sexy' leg was so shiny. Lustrous. Then a bangladeshi sat in front of us with 'abercrombil' tshirt. Yeah cheap stuff. Haahaa. Today was fun ok!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32646136-3908116000326060797?l=succhiare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32646136/posts/default/3908116000326060797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32646136/posts/default/3908116000326060797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://succhiare.blogspot.com/2007/04/went-out-with-yihui-to-compass-then.html' title=''/><author><name>ajrina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16419197110062398969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32646136.post-266117743135193767</id><published>2007-04-12T00:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-12T00:25:26.991+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Ofp5ouhxqfM/Rh0LaSXVfzI/AAAAAAAAAAs/VYTp_ENIaVA/s1600-h/new+shorts.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Ofp5ouhxqfM/Rh0LaSXVfzI/AAAAAAAAAAs/VYTp_ENIaVA/s200/new+shorts.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052206903213784882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my new shorts!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Ofp5ouhxqfM/Rh0KvCXVfyI/AAAAAAAAAAk/dzGeh0mqCCA/s1600-h/threesome.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Ofp5ouhxqfM/Rh0KvCXVfyI/AAAAAAAAAAk/dzGeh0mqCCA/s200/threesome.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052206160184442658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This pic is taken at the toilet you know!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Ofp5ouhxqfM/Rh0KPCXVfxI/AAAAAAAAAAc/YBKq3oaghg4/s1600-h/pool.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Ofp5ouhxqfM/Rh0KPCXVfxI/AAAAAAAAAAc/YBKq3oaghg4/s200/pool.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052205610428628754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pool was cool!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32646136-266117743135193767?l=succhiare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32646136/posts/default/266117743135193767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32646136/posts/default/266117743135193767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://succhiare.blogspot.com/2007/04/my-new-shorts-this-pic-is-taken-at.html' title=''/><author><name>ajrina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16419197110062398969</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Ofp5ouhxqfM/Rh0LaSXVfzI/AAAAAAAAAAs/VYTp_ENIaVA/s72-c/new+shorts.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32646136.post-3385272342615821822</id><published>2007-04-09T13:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-09T13:07:13.018+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yeah my baby is coming tomorrow and I've done all the cleanups on my table.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.s It's my laptop!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32646136-3385272342615821822?l=succhiare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32646136/posts/default/3385272342615821822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32646136/posts/default/3385272342615821822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://succhiare.blogspot.com/2007/04/yeah-my-baby-is-coming-tomorrow-and-ive.html' title=''/><author><name>ajrina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16419197110062398969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32646136.post-7180455633198331957</id><published>2007-04-03T15:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-03T15:22:51.108+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I really love my shorts! What can I say? LuRvE....&lt;br /&gt;Anyway can someone help me with buying laptop?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32646136-7180455633198331957?l=succhiare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32646136/posts/default/7180455633198331957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32646136/posts/default/7180455633198331957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://succhiare.blogspot.com/2007/04/i-really-love-my-shorts-what-can-i-say.html' title=''/><author><name>ajrina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16419197110062398969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32646136.post-4685471198011862483</id><published>2007-03-31T19:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-31T19:59:51.719+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm kind of hooked to Gwen Stefani featuring Akon's The Sweet Escape. The song kind of erm, cute. Yes, cute is the word. Anyway, still have not bought any laptop yet. I want a laptop now! Geez. I'm soo sad that CSI season 5 has finally ended. It's the repeat telecast by the way. Oh. And I so gonna miss them. Well the final two episodes were great. Two thumbs up to Quentin Tarantino. All the good shows are ending. Why?! Danielle is ending too, so no more looking forward to every Wednesday. Maybe they're all ending cos it's time for me to stop watching and get ready for school?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32646136-4685471198011862483?l=succhiare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32646136/posts/default/4685471198011862483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32646136/posts/default/4685471198011862483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://succhiare.blogspot.com/2007/03/im-kind-of-hooked-to-gwen-stefani.html' title=''/><author><name>ajrina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16419197110062398969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32646136.post-1079098313542236338</id><published>2007-03-28T13:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-28T13:07:42.058+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Temasek was great man! Went there to post the package and GAWD! I just can't wait till school starts. I have been brain dead for nearly 5 months already. Check out the IT school and it was cool. Anyway, not so cool cos Lindy had forgotten to photocopy her birth cert. Hmph. Alright. Still in doubt on where to go after this. Anyway TP RAWKS!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32646136-1079098313542236338?l=succhiare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32646136/posts/default/1079098313542236338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32646136/posts/default/1079098313542236338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://succhiare.blogspot.com/2007/03/temasek-was-great-man-went-there-to.html' title=''/><author><name>ajrina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16419197110062398969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32646136.post-7849076861570043693</id><published>2007-03-27T22:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-27T22:15:16.088+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I felt like slapping that whoever that folded my medical report form. It's an OTAS paper by the way. Why is that SATA Chinatown clinic so weird? Just settled that poly package thing. Phew! Tomorrow going down to tp to personally hand in those things cos I think I'm overdued! Anyway I'm so happy that I've gained 1cm. But huh 3kg? GAWD!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32646136-7849076861570043693?l=succhiare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32646136/posts/default/7849076861570043693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32646136/posts/default/7849076861570043693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://succhiare.blogspot.com/2007/03/i-felt-like-slapping-that-whoever-that.html' title=''/><author><name>ajrina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16419197110062398969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32646136.post-4664206103756349735</id><published>2007-03-26T19:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-26T19:22:08.816+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Met 2 dumbass rude people today. One is the old nurse at Sata Chinatown clinic and the other is the manager at The Chicken Rice shop at Vivo. F*** you two assholes. Damn RUDE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, me and Mum were the among the first to arrive at Sata Chinatown for the poly medical checkup. And I realised that the clinic was actually anti TB. Erm I mean Tuberculosis. The xray and urine test sucks. Disgusting. Urgh. The whole trip to the clinic just urgh. There were a lot of people coughing. TB! So being paranoid, I closed my nose with the package paper. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bought some tops and short at Bugis. I'm so ready for poly. Hurry and let's get it started!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32646136-4664206103756349735?l=succhiare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32646136/posts/default/4664206103756349735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32646136/posts/default/4664206103756349735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://succhiare.blogspot.com/2007/03/met-2-dumbass-rude-people-today.html' title=''/><author><name>ajrina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16419197110062398969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32646136.post-7796786896068824515</id><published>2007-03-22T13:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-22T13:34:33.578+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Got the poly package. GOSH! So many things to settle. Medical checkup? Bleah! I'm not sick. It's kinda funny when I read the medical report form. Mood swings? Everybody have mood swings dumbwit! Hahaha. I don't know why tp's IT school is the only school that provides overnight camp. Hmph. Hope it's fun though.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32646136-7796786896068824515?l=succhiare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32646136/posts/default/7796786896068824515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32646136/posts/default/7796786896068824515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://succhiare.blogspot.com/2007/03/got-poly-package.html' title=''/><author><name>ajrina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16419197110062398969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32646136.post-894016758528117409</id><published>2007-03-15T15:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-15T15:43:43.402+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My my.. What can I say? I'm feeling confused. Darn. I just can't wait till poly starts!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32646136-894016758528117409?l=succhiare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32646136/posts/default/894016758528117409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32646136/posts/default/894016758528117409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://succhiare.blogspot.com/2007/03/my-my.html' title=''/><author><name>ajrina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16419197110062398969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32646136.post-6670249386752390480</id><published>2007-03-13T13:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-13T13:59:22.692+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Of all the bad things in the world, I hate people who make use of me just to save their own skin. Shucks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32646136-6670249386752390480?l=succhiare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32646136/posts/default/6670249386752390480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32646136/posts/default/6670249386752390480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://succhiare.blogspot.com/2007/03/of-all-bad-things-in-world-i-hate.html' title=''/><author><name>ajrina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16419197110062398969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32646136.post-4537445313801674476</id><published>2007-03-09T16:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-09T16:43:50.243+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg align="center" style="color:#DDDDDD;"&gt;&lt;span style="'color:black;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;What Your Hands Say About You&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatdoyourhandssayaboutyouquiz/hands.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You are logical, analytical, and rational. You have good verbal skills.&lt;br /&gt;Flexible and broad minded, you can fit in to any situation. There's no telling where your life will take you.&lt;br /&gt;Consistent and reliable, you like to count on structure and routine in your life.&lt;br /&gt;Your emotions tend to be nervous and potent. Your energy - both positive and negative - deeply impacts your life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a href="&gt;What'&gt;http://www.blogthings.com/whatdoyourhandssayaboutyouquiz/"&gt;What&lt;/a&gt; Do Your Hands Say About You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32646136-4537445313801674476?l=succhiare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32646136/posts/default/4537445313801674476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32646136/posts/default/4537445313801674476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://succhiare.blogspot.com/2007/03/what-your-hands-say-about-you-you-are.html' title=''/><author><name>ajrina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16419197110062398969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32646136.post-823705265583460576</id><published>2007-03-02T17:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-02T17:29:21.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THE GAME STARTS WITH SIX WEIRD THINGS ABOUT YOURSELF. SIX PEOPLE WHO GETS TAGGED WILL HAVE TO WRITE SIX WEIRD THINGS ABOUT THEMSELVES, AND STATE THIS RULE CLEARLY. IN THE END, YOU NEED TO CHOOSE SIX PEOPLE TO BE TAGGED AND LIST THEIR NAMES.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;1. Can sleep the whole day without waking up&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;2. Sleeping at 3am is way too much early for me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;3. Like to bathe at night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;4. Scared of deep waters and flying.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;5. Hate watching movies.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;6. Claustrophobic. Hate enclosed and restricted places.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;the next SIX people.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;1. Lindy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;2. Junmei&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;3. Priscilla&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;4. Lynnette&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;5. Adilah&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;6. Gladys&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32646136-823705265583460576?l=succhiare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32646136/posts/default/823705265583460576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32646136/posts/default/823705265583460576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://succhiare.blogspot.com/2007/03/game-starts-with-six-weird-things-about.html' title=''/><author><name>ajrina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16419197110062398969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32646136.post-6551738154674862920</id><published>2007-03-01T16:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-01T16:49:08.633+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okay, I shall do the one that stated in Yihui's blog later. Gonna think of something first before it's gonna be published for the whole world to see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm getting more and more bored while waiting for the poly admission. Damn it. Always go out to the same place with Lindy. PS. Bugis. Orchard. Vivo. Boring. We can't think of any better place to go. Now in the national library. GOSH. And while we're at vivo just now, I did not get the chance to take Eric Szmanda's pic along the tunnel. SIGH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kinda like the show Danielle. Yeah, hooked on it! Dani is hot. Okay.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32646136-6551738154674862920?l=succhiare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32646136/posts/default/6551738154674862920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32646136/posts/default/6551738154674862920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://succhiare.blogspot.com/2007/03/okay-i-shall-do-one-that-stated-in.html' title=''/><author><name>ajrina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16419197110062398969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32646136.post-6634951590958134384</id><published>2007-02-22T14:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-22T14:23:31.012+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Ofp5ouhxqfM/Rd02OWyoE_I/AAAAAAAAAAM/tLA9prxM1_g/s1600-h/eric.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5034239578734072818" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Ofp5ouhxqfM/Rd02OWyoE_I/AAAAAAAAAAM/tLA9prxM1_g/s320/eric.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm hooked to CSI. And I'm really in love with this hunk.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah Eric Szmanda. Urghh. Stayed up all night just to watch him. Can someone lend me their AXN?? I wanna watch CSI season 7!!!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32646136-6634951590958134384?l=succhiare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32646136/posts/default/6634951590958134384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32646136/posts/default/6634951590958134384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://succhiare.blogspot.com/2007/02/im-hooked-to-csi.html' title=''/><author><name>ajrina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16419197110062398969</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Ofp5ouhxqfM/Rd02OWyoE_I/AAAAAAAAAAM/tLA9prxM1_g/s72-c/eric.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32646136.post-6322488942301005916</id><published>2007-02-17T14:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-17T14:55:31.935+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's so bloody boring today. What's more it's raining. Budget 2007? Bleah. Whatever they imposed. Heard something like they're going to subsidise 80% (or something?) for further education. Is it? Dunno.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lots of pretty GOOD shows today. Chinese New Year tomorrow. Usher in the year of the zhu! Oink.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32646136-6322488942301005916?l=succhiare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32646136/posts/default/6322488942301005916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32646136/posts/default/6322488942301005916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://succhiare.blogspot.com/2007/02/its-so-bloody-boring-today.html' title=''/><author><name>ajrina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16419197110062398969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32646136.post-206666610102189701</id><published>2007-02-09T20:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-06T19:01:31.082+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>OH I'M SO &lt;strong&gt;HAPPY&lt;/strong&gt;!! Yeah happiest and proudest day of my life. Kudos. Trust me, O'level is much much easier than prelims. Can I say this? Bowen Secondary School's standard just can kiss my a**. Sh*t.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Media &amp;amp; Comm or Accounting???&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32646136-206666610102189701?l=succhiare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32646136/posts/default/206666610102189701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32646136/posts/default/206666610102189701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://succhiare.blogspot.com/2007/02/oh-im-so-happy-yeah-happiest-and.html' title=''/><author><name>ajrina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16419197110062398969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32646136.post-2588631533959735827</id><published>2007-02-06T18:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-06T19:01:31.244+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Officially out of Tangs. Sigh. Last day was not so great. Firstly did not get to lunch with Pris &amp; Rayan and Junmei cos different shift and off respectively. Bleah. Stripped shirt guy was not working too. Bleah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was super awesome. Went to Bugis with Lindy. Bought a new pair of white pump. Really want to cry seeing those Puma bags there. They are soo cheap!! Half the price of my stupid Kappa bag! Damn it. Should have wait. Anyway while eating at BK, Christina called. Yeah I forgot to return my locker key to her on my last day. So we wnt to Vivo to return the key and met with some of them. I realised that Stripped shirt guy is SISSY. Get a closer look at him. Urggh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Results gonna be out this Friday?? Hope so. Can't wait to study again. My brain has been dead for 2 months already. Faster faster. Temasek Poly here I come!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32646136-2588631533959735827?l=succhiare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32646136/posts/default/2588631533959735827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32646136/posts/default/2588631533959735827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://succhiare.blogspot.com/2007/02/officially-out-of-tangs.html' title=''/><author><name>ajrina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16419197110062398969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32646136.post-7815322129329429866</id><published>2007-02-02T17:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-02T17:56:29.850+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Just came back from 2 job interviews. I don't know what the hell I'm doing also. First me and Lindy went to this VTB building at Robinson Road. We stopped at Raffles Place mrt station and search and search for that stupid building. The interview sucks like hell and Lindy was angry all the way. LOL. She was soo angry cos the person who interviewed us said that we regard that job as 'playground'. Urgghhh. We ended taking the wrong train. LOL.Then went to Pizza Hut @ PS. Interview was okay. The manager was alright. So they said they will call us on Sunday. Alright then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spent a LOT today. What the hell. My hands are very very itchy when seeing nice stuffs. I love that Adidas jacket. Muakhaha. Went to lunch with Pris, Lynnette and Lindy when visiting them at tangs. Me and Lindy were late so Pris waited so long at Long John's Silver. Sorry hor O'Cheh! Then on the way back took bus. Lindy went with her bf to vivo. OMG. The ah pek who sat in front of me stinks like ****. I was like &lt;em&gt;Goodness gracious. Someone please save me!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so so so happy to go to work tomorrow! Savour my last moments there. Sigh. The 2 O'Chehs not working tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32646136-7815322129329429866?l=succhiare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32646136/posts/default/7815322129329429866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32646136/posts/default/7815322129329429866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://succhiare.blogspot.com/2007/02/just-came-back-from-2-job-interviews.html' title=''/><author><name>ajrina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16419197110062398969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32646136.post-840983092334852107</id><published>2007-02-01T21:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-01T21:59:32.833+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm feeling SAD!! SAD!!! SAD!!!! Today's my third last day working at Tangs. OH my. Can't believe it. Time went past so fast. What's more shitty is that CHRISTOPHER OH changed Pris and Junmei's (o' cheh)roster on Sunday. We're supposed to have lunch together on my last day. Bloody hell lah! Stupid shit!! Anyway quite a number of people I've known in Tangs have either been transfered or resigned. Urgh. Miss those times there. I &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;LOVE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; working at Tangs!!! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I've received my pay slip for this month and it's shitty. They didn't include my commissions. What the! So I met Fiona (HR) today and asked her. She said later so I trusted her and I really really hope my coms are included. Urgghhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Supposed to meet Lindy tomorrow for a job interview. I really don't feel like working at another place again. Sigh sigh sigh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32646136-840983092334852107?l=succhiare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32646136/posts/default/840983092334852107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32646136/posts/default/840983092334852107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://succhiare.blogspot.com/2007/02/im-feeling-sad-sad-sad-todays-my-third.html' title=''/><author><name>ajrina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16419197110062398969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32646136.post-9008189434786004272</id><published>2007-01-29T22:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-29T22:22:06.305+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Testing. Testing. My blog has disappeared!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32646136-9008189434786004272?l=succhiare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32646136/posts/default/9008189434786004272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32646136/posts/default/9008189434786004272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://succhiare.blogspot.com/2007/01/testing.html' title=''/><author><name>ajrina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16419197110062398969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32646136.post-2487369873791210715</id><published>2007-01-29T19:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-29T20:07:02.609+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;6 more days before leaving Tangs...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Ohh che'(bruise in hokkien) a.k.a Priscilla lost her locker key yesterday at Giant while doing some shopping. Sigh. Luckily they've got an extra keys and got all her things out. Nvm Pris, you will find it, just like Junmei did. Muakhahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Already sent the resignation letter first to Christina, then Hafsah (cashier sp) then Marylou. Lindy and Lynnette wrote their resignation letters during our break at Burger King. Lindy decided to work at Giordano after we had quit but I'm not really sure about working again. I'm so so so sad leaving Tangs! Anyway we went to Giordano and asked for their no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Results are gonna be out soon!!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32646136-2487369873791210715?l=succhiare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32646136/posts/default/2487369873791210715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32646136/posts/default/2487369873791210715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://succhiare.blogspot.com/2007/01/6-more-days-before-leaving-tangs.html' title=''/><author><name>ajrina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16419197110062398969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32646136.post-116990182372344423</id><published>2007-01-27T20:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-27T20:50:55.590+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;HAHAHA! Want to laugh when looking at myself...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt so sad suddenly cos gonna leave Tangs soon. Sigh, only left a week for me to treasure my last days there. Writing the resignation letter now. Stupid Christopher shooing me out already. So pathetic right?! I can leave the job right away. No need to kick me out (just because my sales are low). Hmph! Anyway, I'm gonna miss you guys that are sooo great! I really gonna miss soo many great people especially Junmei, Pris and the ladies shoes and handbag staffs, the Perllini aunties and everyone working there! I'm gonna miss the security guards, the cleaners, the promoters (esp striped shirt guy lol), the teh tarik from the vending machine and also Banquet's Harbourfront Char Siew Chicken Rice!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can I not quit....just yet?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32646136-116990182372344423?l=succhiare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32646136/posts/default/116990182372344423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32646136/posts/default/116990182372344423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://succhiare.blogspot.com/2007/01/hahaha-want-to-laugh-when-looking-at.html' title=''/><author><name>ajrina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16419197110062398969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32646136.post-116911627206469961</id><published>2007-01-18T18:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-18T18:31:12.076+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yesterday's day at work was great. Well not really called work. Me and Junmei just slacked around and laugh. LOL. And we kept staring at those cute guys. The Striped guy, Paul Twohill, Botak, Mixed-blood guy. They are the hottest guys so far I've known in Tangs. MUAKHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The news about 'ghost' and being possesed are hot now at Tangs. Those who worked yesterday are now feeling scared to go to work. It was chaotic at around 7.30pm yesterday. And for 2.5 hours we (ladies shoes+handbags) gathered to talk about ghost. It's really scarry. Even Lindy decided to quit at the end of this month with me. These ghost stories are really freaking me off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh I can't wait to go to work tomorrow to lunch with Junmei, Pris and they all. Oh ya, and I hope that Striped guy work tomorrow too!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32646136-116911627206469961?l=succhiare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32646136/posts/default/116911627206469961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32646136/posts/default/116911627206469961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://succhiare.blogspot.com/2007/01/yesterdays-day-at-work-was-great.html' title=''/><author><name>ajrina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16419197110062398969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32646136.post-116895346199507957</id><published>2007-01-16T21:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-16T21:17:42.006+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Yaaaaaay! Dad's bought a new monitor already!!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Happy 17th birthday Yihui!!!! :D&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heard that results gonna be out some time around the second week of February. HAHAHA. I'm still counting down....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoyed today's day at work. Get to skive a bit cos only Belinda and me working. Also had fun doing the turpentine thingy. Wiping that stupid 'table' but in the end it's gonna be covered. Hmph!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Still have not met the 'ghost'.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32646136-116895346199507957?l=succhiare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32646136/posts/default/116895346199507957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32646136/posts/default/116895346199507957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://succhiare.blogspot.com/2007/01/yaaaaaay-dads-bought-new-monitor.html' title=''/><author><name>ajrina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16419197110062398969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32646136.post-116842484901119306</id><published>2007-01-10T18:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-10T18:27:29.033+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>There's a ghost in the locker room. Yes, ghost. Hantu, gui, spettro (Italian). That's what I heard. But never encounter one before. Lucky. Sick people creating lame stories. I'm not scared lah!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32646136-116842484901119306?l=succhiare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32646136/posts/default/116842484901119306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32646136/posts/default/116842484901119306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://succhiare.blogspot.com/2007/01/theres-ghost-in-locker-room.html' title=''/><author><name>ajrina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16419197110062398969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32646136.post-116790490643160798</id><published>2007-01-04T17:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-04T18:01:46.440+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Faith. Family. Friends. Yup, these 3 Fs that keeps me going through in my life. Faith to keep my feet on the ground. Family to put my trust to. And friends to make my day worthwhile. Life would not be meaningful without these 3 Fs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've said it, but I said it again. &lt;em&gt;I MISS GOING TO WORK!&lt;/em&gt; Yes this may sound crazy but I think I'm getting &lt;em&gt;worksick&lt;/em&gt; (the homesick or lovesick kind of sick). Think I've gone nuts. Basically it's just a simple miss, but it's still a miss right? 26 more days left for me to treasure!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is too short for regrets. Worried for my results!!! (again)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32646136-116790490643160798?l=succhiare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32646136/posts/default/116790490643160798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32646136/posts/default/116790490643160798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://succhiare.blogspot.com/2007/01/faith.html' title=''/><author><name>ajrina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16419197110062398969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32646136.post-116781771445792974</id><published>2007-01-03T17:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-03T17:48:34.473+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I have the worst nightmare yesterday. Dreamt that the world's coming to an end. How petrified I am! Imagine the world gets dark and your life gonna end any time and watching your loved ones die. Scary!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm starting to miss work though. Miss my dear friends. Miss going to school and wearing that stupid grey uniform (but not intending to wear it again though!). Can't get to see Bro wearing his xinmin sec uniform this morning cos busy sleeping. Haha, he's still not back yet. Hmm...remembered my first day of sec school. Very fun, everyone trying to fit in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still worried for my results!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32646136-116781771445792974?l=succhiare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32646136/posts/default/116781771445792974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32646136/posts/default/116781771445792974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://succhiare.blogspot.com/2007/01/i-have-worst-nightmare-yesterday.html' title=''/><author><name>ajrina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16419197110062398969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32646136.post-116772421821557932</id><published>2007-01-02T15:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-02T15:50:18.226+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I almost forgot that today's already 2007. Time went past me soo fast that I even could not keep track on what day I'm in. It's so ironic. Celebrating the joy of 2007 but don't even know what planet I live on. Have slept for more than 10 hours since yesterday. Still feel heavy to wake up. How I just wished problems could be erased when you sleep. I realised that a little mistake could cause such a complicated matter. &lt;em&gt;Nvm,&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;Ajrina. Forget bout it. Let this new year really be a new year for you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 days off for me. I've decided. Gonna quit at the end of the month. Or maybe earlier . Depends. Just hope for the best.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32646136-116772421821557932?l=succhiare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32646136/posts/default/116772421821557932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32646136/posts/default/116772421821557932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://succhiare.blogspot.com/2007/01/i-almost-forgot-that-todays-already.html' title=''/><author><name>ajrina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16419197110062398969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32646136.post-116766521702591792</id><published>2007-01-01T23:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-01T23:31:37.456+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Been thinking of leaving. Anyway results are gonna be out soon. Don't know where I'm gonna go. Whatever it is I'm not going to be a dropout. Just hate to be discriminated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="COLOR: #dddddd" align="middle"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Job Dissatisfaction Level is 69%&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#eeeeee"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/shouldyouquityourjobquiz/job-4.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Your job is a total bummer, and probably the worst job you've ever had.Your co-workers stink. Your boss is a jerk. And your company is probably in trouble.Think about finding a new job quickly, even if it's just a not-so-great transition job.You've got to get out of there as quickly as you can!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a"&gt;Should&lt;/a&gt; You Quit Your Job?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, no my co-workers are not stink but maybe the later parts are right!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I just hope for the best in the times to come. I'm just gonna be &lt;strong&gt;DEAD&lt;/strong&gt; if I gonna fail my science. &lt;strong&gt;DEAD! &lt;/strong&gt;I just don't want to be stranded with no further education... :( I don't want to be hopeless and be a nuisance to anyone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32646136-116766521702591792?l=succhiare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32646136/posts/default/116766521702591792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32646136/posts/default/116766521702591792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://succhiare.blogspot.com/2007/01/been-thinking-of-leaving.html' title=''/><author><name>ajrina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16419197110062398969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32646136.post-116741176713888613</id><published>2006-12-30T00:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-30T01:02:47.150+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;I'M SO HAPPY!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. This internet is finally ok!( not ok initially due the earthquake)&lt;br /&gt;2. I got my first pay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Well, not 100% happy though cos I felt something's still missing. Yes something. YOU.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, today was hilarious when lunching with Yin and Junmei. We were like so noisy laughing but soo quiet when eating. That's because I'm way too hungry. The Wanton Noodle was great though! I'm totally gonna miss once I'm not working there anymore :(  Gonna miss all of them.. and especially those special ones. Woah haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be working midnight shift tomorrow..I mean today. Okay, great. Only 2 people in my dept slogging till midnight. Luckily Dad's picking me up if not have to go home alone, or take the train? Anyway I'm kinda excited cos tomorrow's my first day trying out and staying out late! Wunderbar!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, really have nothing too write cos feeling soo elated. Sleepy too. Yawn.. &lt;em&gt;Buona notte!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32646136-116741176713888613?l=succhiare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32646136/posts/default/116741176713888613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32646136/posts/default/116741176713888613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://succhiare.blogspot.com/2006/12/im-so-happy-1.html' title=''/><author><name>ajrina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16419197110062398969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32646136.post-116703716298448633</id><published>2006-12-25T16:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-25T17:00:47.446+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Another holiday for me today. I'm feeling SO SO confused. &lt;em&gt;Why you&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;suddenly so quiet? &lt;/em&gt;I realised feelings do change. People are changing without me even realising it. It's fine with me with you choose it this way cos you're the one who befriended me first. Missing YOU though. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway yesterday was so funny. Mum and bro went to visit Mak Long (alr called few days ago to inform) and her new granddaughter at Seng Kang and realised she's not at home. So they decided to go Compass Point to shop before trying their second luck. Still not home yet. So Mum smsed me. The msg was so damn funny lah. LOL. Can't say cos it's sensored. I laughed till my stomach was like going to burst. Anyway they tried their last try AND still not at home. Haha. So until now Mum was sort of pissed. &lt;em&gt;Relax lah Mum! I can finish the Bengawan Solo pandan cake lah.&lt;/em&gt; LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally; MERRY CHRISTMAS to those celebrating this festive occasion and Seasons Greeting!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="COLOR: #f4b8b8" align="middle"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are a Christmas Sweater!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#b8f7d0"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatcrappychristmasgiftareyouquiz/christmas-sweater.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Over the top, colorful, and totally flashy.You're not afraid to be a little tacky.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a"&gt;What&lt;/a&gt; Crappy Christmas Gift Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32646136-116703716298448633?l=succhiare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32646136/posts/default/116703716298448633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32646136/posts/default/116703716298448633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://succhiare.blogspot.com/2006/12/another-holiday-for-me-today.html' title=''/><author><name>ajrina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16419197110062398969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32646136.post-116695268850301431</id><published>2006-12-24T17:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-24T17:32:12.020+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Just had the intuition to try this out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="COLOR: #dddddd" align="middle"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your True Love Is a Cancer&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#eeeeee"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatsignisyourtruelovequiz/cancer.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Why you'll love a Cancer:&lt;br /&gt;Cancer's loyal and sincere heart makes your own sensitive heart melt.Caring and devoted, a Cancer will take the lead in pursuing you - and not give up!&lt;br /&gt;Why a Cancer will love you:&lt;br /&gt;You're laid back enough to deal with Cancer's little mood swings and freak-outs.A fellow homebody, you know how make Cancer comfortable and at home with you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a"&gt;What&lt;/a&gt; Sign Is Your True Love?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey,I'm a Cancerian too!&lt;br /&gt;Anyway nothing lasts forever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32646136-116695268850301431?l=succhiare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32646136/posts/default/116695268850301431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32646136/posts/default/116695268850301431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://succhiare.blogspot.com/2006/12/just-had-intuition-to-try-this-out.html' title=''/><author><name>ajrina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16419197110062398969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32646136.post-116660862920572958</id><published>2006-12-20T17:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-20T17:57:09.240+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Anyway I'm not going to complain anything in this blog today. I'm getting sick of getting angry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel weird. But happy at the same time. What's wrong with me?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32646136-116660862920572958?l=succhiare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32646136/posts/default/116660862920572958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32646136/posts/default/116660862920572958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://succhiare.blogspot.com/2006/12/anyway-im-not-going-to-complain.html' title=''/><author><name>ajrina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16419197110062398969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32646136.post-116625631887595350</id><published>2006-12-16T15:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-16T16:05:18.886+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm supposed to work today cos Belinda sprained her ankle and nobody's gonna work till midnight. I'm so fed up with my supervisor yesterday cos from 7pm onwards it's only me and her and thousands of customers just thronged Tangs. What really pissed me off was that all she did was chit chat with the bags people and did not help me out with the customers. No wonder one of the staff kept complaining to me about her ineffectiveness. Sigh. And she (supervisor) can still 'lecture' me on how to greet customers and blamed on my low sales. Hey I only worked there for 3 weeks okay? That manager of mine need not have to open his ** mouth to complain to her okay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough of the complaining, I guess. I'm supposed to be 'resting' today. Mum and Bro (Dad's working) together with Auntie went to a wedding banquet today. I want to follow too cos this banquet is at Asian Civilization Museum, something different unlike the usual under the void deck. I think by the time I get married I want my banquet to be held at the National Museum. Haha! I'm still way too young to be talking bout marriage now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway yesterday I went home slightly later cos this fussy customer was bragging about some kind of faded leather on the bag. Holy, I brought about 5 bags out and dumped it to her and she's still not satisfied but luckily she's courteous, unlike this fucking Indonesian woman who showed that ** face of hers when none of the bags I took out was alright. It's nnot my fault ok. At least I took the effort to serve it to you. So bloody cheapskate. The bag only worth 39 bucks, so my commission only worth 39cents ok. Suckers. Big FUCK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loads of kids were there yesterday and they created a total havoc. There's these 3 girls probably in the lower primary, with one in the stroller, screaming "What the fuck" loudly and pushing the stroller around as if they're selling ice creams. And I was like "Whadde?". Silly kids. And there's also these 2 cute kindergarten boys who hid under the table and everyone was like watching them and giggle. Cutie pies. They are such adorable creatures (except when they open their big fat mouth to scream). I just wished adults can be like them. To forgive and forget.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32646136-116625631887595350?l=succhiare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32646136/posts/default/116625631887595350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32646136/posts/default/116625631887595350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://succhiare.blogspot.com/2006/12/im-supposed-to-work-today-cos-belinda.html' title=''/><author><name>ajrina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16419197110062398969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32646136.post-116583155233917183</id><published>2006-12-11T17:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-11T18:05:52.350+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Now I'm very very afraid if I meet an ang moh. I was stucked with 2 pair of ang moh couple yesterday. First there was this fat couple whose language I don't understand. I only heard something like airport..plane..too big..too small. Their thick Australian accent made my knees shaky but luckily Magdalene was beside me and sort of help me to "translate". If not I was like "Sorry?" or "Uhm..yeah." Then there was this second couple who asked me and Belinda where's the swimsuit section and I just pointed over at the back but I'm not so sure. Belinda (who's from China) talked so softly that they were like "What's she talking?". If I see another ang moh, be sure to speed off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My hands are now "sinned" cos I accidentally touched a pig skin shoe! Aargh! This lady was like coming towards me asking which are the latest shoes (but I'm not in the shoe dept!) and just handed me the heels. And when I turned to look at the sole for the size, I dropped almost immediately but Yin helped to get the shoes anyway. I hate pigs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Working again tomorrow and going home at ten. Luckily I'm off today cos I'm not going to miss So You Think You Can Dance cos they're featuring the Pussycat Dolls!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32646136-116583155233917183?l=succhiare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32646136/posts/default/116583155233917183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32646136/posts/default/116583155233917183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://succhiare.blogspot.com/2006/12/now-im-very-very-afraid-if-i-meet-ang.html' title=''/><author><name>ajrina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16419197110062398969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32646136.post-116556438480832502</id><published>2006-12-08T15:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-08T15:53:04.820+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Babies. Don't know why I'm so highly attracted to babies. The cute ones especially. Yesterday on the way home with Yin met Hidayah and her aunties with her baby cousin. Cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally get to eat my lunch yesterday with Yin. First we went to Giant to find some bread but then there's none so we finally went to Old Chang Kee. Then during work me and Yin kept going to the toilet. Haha, maybe to skive a bit. The auntie who worked in the accessories department (just in front of my dept) is very irritating cos she kept asking me to go to the cashier and packed the stuffs for her customers but I don't really mind cos I'll get a comision if I did that. I just felt annoyed cos she just called for me rudely saying "Hello hello". I also felt irrated when my supervisor kept pestering me and those in my dept to do some stupid survey. But the funny thing is I just surveyed myself. Haha. Anyway heard that Yin's old dept is lack of 1 worker. Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was about to reach home and take the lift this fucking minah who is also my neighbour purposely hugged her boyfriend and made some stupid moaning sound upon seeing me reaching towards the lift. You think I care is it? Slut.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32646136-116556438480832502?l=succhiare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32646136/posts/default/116556438480832502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32646136/posts/default/116556438480832502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://succhiare.blogspot.com/2006/12/babies.html' title=''/><author><name>ajrina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16419197110062398969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32646136.post-116540364112229976</id><published>2006-12-06T18:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-06T19:14:01.133+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm so bloody pissed at this auntie for making fun at me. Her friend introduced her daughter to this stupid auntie and this stupid auntie kept asking if the girl  behind(which is me) is also her daughter. Fuck si ni. You think I don't understand Chinese is it? Bitch. &lt;em&gt;Ni de yen ching you wen&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;ti ah?&lt;/em&gt; Fuck you lah. Si lao ren.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went This Fashion at Heartland Mall to buy black pants and jacket for work. It's soo cold at Tangs and I have to work, climb ladder etc for the 10 hours. Sigh. Anyway bought new golden slippers cos the old one was worn out. Yesterday Firdaus aka Dig Nose called during my lunchtime (luckily)to say that Margaret and the rest are going to Escape Themepark today but I already promised to go Heartland Mall with Mum. Also bought some unnecessary stuffs like eyeliner....even before I get my pay yet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate this bloody bitch at the department beside mine. Even Yin and the rest don't like her. Think she's a big fuck. I don't really care cos she's 22 and working there permanently while I have a future ahead of me. There's a lot of mats and minahs at VivoCity. I hate to serve them. Especially the minahs who looked at me one kind as if I'm gonna take away their ugly mats. Sickers. And I really hate to see couples smooching and making out in public places. Not that I'm jealous but it's gross okay. Please spare a thought for the kids that're present.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sad for Yin cos the stupid manager changed her department for no reason and now she's sad. I know you'll miss your "boyfriends" but you can meet them during lunch kays? haha, kidding kidding. It's so boring standing at my dept so I decided to 'explore' the whole dept. I really really wanna work at the atrium or Playlab. I want to change my dept!! Perhaps I should skive a bit. Well, only a bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm working again tomorrow. Hey, why I'm feeling so happy now?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32646136-116540364112229976?l=succhiare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32646136/posts/default/116540364112229976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32646136/posts/default/116540364112229976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://succhiare.blogspot.com/2006/12/im-so-bloody-pissed-at-this-auntie-for.html' title=''/><author><name>ajrina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16419197110062398969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32646136.post-116488612544641109</id><published>2006-11-30T18:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-30T19:28:45.460+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Finally get to blog cos today's my off day. I had fun working although the job is really really damn tough. The workers there are very friendly and I felt homely there. Made loads and loads of great new friends. Yin's working today and I hope she'd loads of fun. Guo Jing and Lynnette joined us working there last Monday too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't stand the terrible long hours. The fussy customers are okay to me and so as the clmbing of the tall ladder. Basically, only rich tai-tais and ang mohs are my normal customers. Keslyn went to visit me and Yin the day before yesterday and luckily my supervisor and leader were not around at that time! *heave a heavy sigh of relief*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Hougang Central yesterday to buy a new pair of black shoes for work cos the old one hurt my feet a lot. Gonna rest well today to start working again tomorrow. Haiz I'm gonna miss House of Joy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32646136-116488612544641109?l=succhiare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32646136/posts/default/116488612544641109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32646136/posts/default/116488612544641109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://succhiare.blogspot.com/2006/11/finally-get-to-blog-cos-todays-my-off.html' title=''/><author><name>ajrina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16419197110062398969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32646136.post-116453428424129614</id><published>2006-11-26T17:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-26T17:44:44.253+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I kept saying "Today is my last day". I'll be working tomorrow and Yin is working with me. Yay! Since this is my first time working, I feared of the unexpected things. Haha. Expect the unexpected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I look back at the times I had spent in Bowen, I really wished that I wasn't sent to that school. I guess I did something bad in my "past life" to receive such retribution. There are some sweet memories and of course some which I didn't even want to think about it anymore. Although I've spent 4 years, I think these period of times had the greatest impact on me as compared to the 6 years of laid-back primary school life. I prefered my alma mater, Punggol Primary to Bowen. I really do missed my primary school friends like Margaret, Dig Nose, Jon, Yogess and Gowri although we are still in contact. I really missed the times when we stayed after supplementary class and hang out at the badminton court although PSLE was getting near at that time. Those times when we played block catching and nicknames we gave to those we hate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The times I like about Bowen are the times when I'm closed with Cheryl, the first friend I made in Bowen. Then from FEAR to FEARPH. I really enjoyed your company. Early this year Yana and Aisyah really made me wanna go to school everyday. The times when we sneaked out of Mendaki class to slack, the soccer court.... I really value your friendship and I really missed you all. I remembered those "naughty naughty" stuffs and all those sarcastics remarks we gave to those that deserves. Are we mean? Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the end of my academic year. Next year will be different one. For the years to come, I hope that I get to meet special people like those who had made a difference to my life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32646136-116453428424129614?l=succhiare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32646136/posts/default/116453428424129614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32646136/posts/default/116453428424129614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://succhiare.blogspot.com/2006/11/i-kept-saying-today-is-my-last-day.html' title=''/><author><name>ajrina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16419197110062398969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32646136.post-116437209435509225</id><published>2006-11-24T20:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-24T20:41:34.380+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today is my last weekend relaxing at home. I'll be all alone on Monday...guess gotta make new friends there. Now my only aim is to work some money and forget about those excess unnecessary nonsensical sickening bloody things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went out with Mum on Wednesday to buy some clothes from This Fashion and I'm currently broke. Totally. Bought 2 long blouses which makes me look pregnant and a polka dot blouse. Trust me it's nice. I'm so pissed cos the hair colour that I bought doesn't seem to appear on my hair but only under the sunlight. Shucks. But I guess dark soft brown is still okay. Temasek Poly called when I'm not at home to inform about the TP Rawks thingy so I checked my e-mail. It's on 29th Nov so I guess I'm not going. This work is pulling back everything and I really don't know if I can hang on. But I guess I have to learn to be independent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bro is so happy that he got 193 for his PSLE aggregate. Knew he would get lower than me (I've got 216, but that's 4 years ago). I hope he doesn't go to Bowen and suffer like me. Those teachers just s***s the hell out of me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32646136-116437209435509225?l=succhiare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32646136/posts/default/116437209435509225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32646136/posts/default/116437209435509225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://succhiare.blogspot.com/2006/11/today-is-my-last-weekend-relaxing-at.html' title=''/><author><name>ajrina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16419197110062398969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32646136.post-116401884538323417</id><published>2006-11-20T18:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-20T18:34:05.396+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Wunderbar! O'levels are finally,finally finally over. Harharhar *monsterous roar*.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I've found a job at Vivo City. Haha as a salesgirl in the handbag department at CK Tangs. Yin Zhen got the shoes department. Nvm Yin, your department is just beside mine. I asked for a perfume department initially but it's not available for "immatured" student like me so the manager(human resource??) asked me if I wanted the clothes, accessories, shoes or handbag dept so I &lt;em&gt;tikam-tikam&lt;/em&gt; said the accessories but got the handbag dept instead. Yin asked for the clothes dept but got the shoe dept. Haiz. Looks like they did it on purpose but I don't mind cos the pay is $900 a month plus 1% commission but the working hours are horrendously long. 10 hours!! It's even longer than my Dad's work. Gonna start cracking next Monday. No holidays for me. *cries*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vivo City is sooo big and I don't think we explored it fully yet. Me and Yin went to Toys 'R' Us and waited there like fools only to ask if there is any vacancy. Saw the supervisor only to be spit on the face "We are closed". Close for whatever. Then went round and round the mulberry bush and applied a job at Misccha and M)phosis. Goodbye to these jobs cos I've got a wunderbar job already. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Monday's Rules.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. No chunky earrings.&lt;br /&gt;2. Wear light make-up.&lt;br /&gt;3. Wear black fully-covered shoes with at least 1 inch of the heels.&lt;br /&gt;4. Wear black pants.(must find!)&lt;br /&gt;5. Be prepared to meet different kinds of people!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S Yin Zhen...please don't quit and stay on with me until 4 months....&lt;br /&gt;(I sounded like your lover!) ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32646136-116401884538323417?l=succhiare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32646136/posts/default/116401884538323417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32646136/posts/default/116401884538323417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://succhiare.blogspot.com/2006/11/wunderbar-olevels-are-finallyfinally.html' title=''/><author><name>ajrina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16419197110062398969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32646136.post-116264003190652239</id><published>2006-11-04T19:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-04T19:33:51.916+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Monday 6th November 2006&lt;/strong&gt; will decide my life. Dead or alive. This week is totally jam-packed with stresssss....OlevelsOlevelsOlevels....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOOD LUCK for me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32646136-116264003190652239?l=succhiare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32646136/posts/default/116264003190652239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32646136/posts/default/116264003190652239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://succhiare.blogspot.com/2006/11/monday-6th-november-2006-will-decide.html' title=''/><author><name>ajrina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16419197110062398969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32646136.post-116166675696579130</id><published>2006-10-24T13:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-24T13:12:36.976+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm still at home now. Gonna go out at about soon. I don't have any grandparents left(except my paternal grandad in Indonesia) to visit so we normally go out visiting slightly later. And come back late too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay PSI has gone down. So happi happi happi. Mum and Dad gave me and my bro $50 each. Hurray! Can't wait to meet my cousins and baby cousin! Oh why I'm soooo happy today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not forgetting : 13 more days to O'levels main papers and 6 more days to Malay paper! Humph!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32646136-116166675696579130?l=succhiare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32646136/posts/default/116166675696579130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32646136/posts/default/116166675696579130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://succhiare.blogspot.com/2006/10/im-still-at-home-now.html' title=''/><author><name>ajrina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16419197110062398969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32646136.post-116159431308273592</id><published>2006-10-23T16:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-23T17:05:13.093+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm soo sad that today is the last day of Ramadhan. So I would like to ask for forgiveness to whoever I did wrong and I hope whoever that I did wrong to will accept my forgiveness!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I'm pretty excited tomorrow to visit my cousins and all. Missed them all! Loads and loads of food glorious food. Yummy yummy yummy. And loads of "collections" too. Haha. Gonna go lots of places tomorrow...Seng Kang, Ang Mo Kio, Pasir Ris, Tampines......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;; to all Muslim people of the world... &lt;strong&gt;Selamat Hari Raya Aidilfitri&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32646136-116159431308273592?l=succhiare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32646136/posts/default/116159431308273592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32646136/posts/default/116159431308273592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://succhiare.blogspot.com/2006/10/im-soo-sad-that-today-is-last-day-of.html' title=''/><author><name>ajrina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16419197110062398969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32646136.post-116141792559477906</id><published>2006-10-21T15:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-21T16:05:25.603+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>SLOW SLOW SLOW. Felt like throwing this son of a gun (this computer).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. Good news. I screwed up my O'LEVELS science prac exam last 2 days. Haha. Come and congratulate me. (Well, at least congratulate me on my physics).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Geez. 16 more days to O'levels papers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32646136-116141792559477906?l=succhiare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32646136/posts/default/116141792559477906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32646136/posts/default/116141792559477906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://succhiare.blogspot.com/2006/10/slow-slow-slow.html' title=''/><author><name>ajrina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16419197110062398969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32646136.post-116107192755335226</id><published>2006-10-17T15:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-17T15:58:47.563+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yeah a new skin. Nice? I'm alone at home now cos Mum and Bro went to Geylang Serai to buy some hari raya stuffs. No, no adjuring of food glorious food cos I really have to curb my food intake. Not too much fats, sugar or salt intake. Take white meat instead of red and increase the consumption of plain water and vegetables. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Read today's news on some 'beggers' who begged those well-off for zakat. I'm totally ashamed at these people. I can understand that these people are not finacially-stabled but couldn't they get help from the various organisation? Some of them even have handphones and take the cabs. Is this called "poor"? One makcik stated that her legs were 'not-strong enough' so she could not clean homes. Erm, I wonder...are her legs 'stronger' when collecting these alms? As a Malay myself, I'm really ashamed at my fellow Malays. Excuse me, there's no one in S'pore that is sooo poor that he/she could not afford a food and must resort to begging. Just lift your heavy arses off and work lah. Sigh. The $30 -$40 they collected in 2 hours not enough to pay for their food and whatever stuffs?? It's obvious that the money are wasted on glamourous clothes blah blah. I'm disappointed that these show-off pests misused the term zakat. Hell, I'm totally DISGUSTED.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32646136-116107192755335226?l=succhiare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32646136/posts/default/116107192755335226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32646136/posts/default/116107192755335226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://succhiare.blogspot.com/2006/10/yeah-new-skin.html' title=''/><author><name>ajrina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16419197110062398969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32646136.post-116099048711075837</id><published>2006-10-16T17:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-16T17:21:27.120+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>PSI 130. Humph!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still waiting for this MISS ATIQA BOON YADI to go online and send me that Snow Patrol song. Humph!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the documentary about ants which I watched yesterday really fascinate me. The show engrossed me for the whole thirty minutes! It's astounding that such a diminutive creation of God are able to subjugate creatures that are giants to them. These remarkable ants are able to monopolise a dry farm land to their own. How they're able to do it? Their concerted efforts. I watched in admiration how they're willing to risk their lives to protect their future generations which were secured in the low heap of earth. Who in the world would do such deed, protecting their own species, but, does not belong to them and what's more risking their lives? I'm conscience-stricken at such an estimable sacrifice. It's an irony such a tiny mortal can receive such commendation. I wonder, why can't humans be like them?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's still not online yet!!!!! (ears start to smoke)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32646136-116099048711075837?l=succhiare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32646136/posts/default/116099048711075837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32646136/posts/default/116099048711075837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://succhiare.blogspot.com/2006/10/psi-130.html' title=''/><author><name>ajrina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16419197110062398969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32646136.post-116090156162376648</id><published>2006-10-15T16:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-15T16:39:21.633+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4033/3495/1600/haze%20PSI%20104.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4033/3495/320/haze%20PSI%20104.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Yesterday night's PSI has rised to 104. Sigh. When will these burning thingy stop? Can't the government of that particular country do something about this deleterious problem rather than kept insisting that the ministers were already reprimanded by the president? That's not the way to solve this noxious problem. I'm totally exasperated by this problem. This haze will not cease until that country's governmant just get their butts off and poke their nose into their country's affair. I'm just glad my grandad migrated here in Singapore many years ago so I don't have to be born there!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32646136-116090156162376648?l=succhiare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32646136/posts/default/116090156162376648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32646136/posts/default/116090156162376648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://succhiare.blogspot.com/2006/10/yesterday-nights-psi-has-rised-to-104.html' title=''/><author><name>ajrina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16419197110062398969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32646136.post-116073011203766288</id><published>2006-10-13T16:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-13T17:01:52.046+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4033/3495/1600/Gajus%20Biscuit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4033/3495/320/Gajus%20Biscuit.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Mum holding Gajus Biscuit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4033/3495/1600/smiley%20almond.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4033/3495/320/smiley%20almond.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Smiley face over almonds&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4033/3495/1600/London%20Almond%20Cookies.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4033/3495/320/London%20Almond%20Cookies.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; London Almond cookies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4033/3495/1600/hands%20on.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4033/3495/320/hands%20on.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Didn't go to school today but stayed at home and er.. read the dictionary. Have been reading the dictionary since yesterday trying to learn new words. My vocab sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Helped Mum with baking London Almond Cookies for Hari Raya yesterday till way past midnight. Well, I just helped to spread the almonds over the pastries that is blanketed by Van Houlten chocolate. Yummy. But I was full after going Italian and Japanese for break fast. (Pastas and sushis!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway while helping Mum yesterday till the wee hours, I didn't hear any "noises" well, unluckily. It's so stuffy in the kitchen so I took a break after realising that I had to do SS homework according to my schedule. Didnn't help Mum to bake Gajus Biscuit. Gajus is a kind of nut which I don't know what it's called in English. Didn't get to taste 'cause I was soo tired reading the dictionary and slept at 3 am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a holiday spree for me till next Wednesday. Hooray.......!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32646136-116073011203766288?l=succhiare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32646136/posts/default/116073011203766288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32646136/posts/default/116073011203766288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://succhiare.blogspot.com/2006/10/mum-holding-gajus-biscuit-smiley-face.html' title=''/><author><name>ajrina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16419197110062398969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32646136.post-116055541558085375</id><published>2006-10-11T16:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-11T16:30:15.590+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Jacqueline from Temasek Poly just called me minutes ago about TP camp. Not sure if I'm going. I hate camps 'cause it's so uncomfortable and troublesome. The last camp I went to was last year's soccer camp. I did not do, you know, that "big thing" for the whole 3 days. Haha. Constipation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm happy 'cause I've just bought a new earpiece! This cost cheaper than my previous one which cost around 16 bucks. I think $9.90 is a good price. The old one lasted less than a year. Hah, so cannot accompany Erika to withdraw her million dollar bucks from DBS bank.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mum heard "noises" during the wee hours of tuesday morning while she was making kueh for Hari Raya. She told me yesterday afternoon and I said maybe the cats were fighting or any silly car alarms. She said neither of those so I asked why didn't she peek outside the window and she was afraid she will see a woman in white waving at her. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bro just got the book where he could choose the secondary school of his choice for next year. I flipped through the pages to find BOWEN SECONDARY SCHOOL. Oh! The standard obviously dropped for the Express stream (like bird shit). Holy, I just wished I had studied hard enough for PSLE 4 years ago and not ending up in Bowen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32646136-116055541558085375?l=succhiare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32646136/posts/default/116055541558085375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32646136/posts/default/116055541558085375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://succhiare.blogspot.com/2006/10/jacqueline-from-temasek-poly-just.html' title=''/><author><name>ajrina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16419197110062398969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32646136.post-116038121789463515</id><published>2006-10-09T15:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-09T16:06:57.906+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today's sky is clear. Hooray! No more haze. Finally a sunny day. Blame on Erika's hometown in Indonesia for the fire. Shame. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awww...today is the last day of Mendaki tuition and I finally attended after about one month! That long! I didn't even know at first so I didn't prepare anything for Johnny Chua (mendaki teacher) on this final journey (sounds like he's dying muahahas). Erdiah, Mustaqim, Rasyidin and Wahid gave a present and card. Anyway I thanked him a lot for teaching me Math and Science. Guess my Monday and Wednesday afternoons are lonely now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway this morning I'm so pissed (well not actually 'cause I'm fasting). Cikgu came late for malay lesson (as usual) and claimed that, you wouln't expect this :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I forget."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came to school today just because she said last week that we can't be absent today and there she is, "forget". Urghh, hello I'm paying you mind you. Anyway less than 25 pupil present today in 4E5. Slackers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32646136-116038121789463515?l=succhiare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32646136/posts/default/116038121789463515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32646136/posts/default/116038121789463515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://succhiare.blogspot.com/2006/10/todays-sky-is-clear.html' title=''/><author><name>ajrina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16419197110062398969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32646136.post-116030037259608993</id><published>2006-10-08T17:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-08T17:39:32.610+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I have been eating burgers for the past 2 days for break fast and I'm getting sick of it so Mum is cooking Chicken Stew today. Yummi! All I think about is food. Food glorious food. Haha.  This fasting month is really a challenge to me. A lot of obstacles that had happened to test my patience. But luckily I am able to overcome them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I don't feel like coming to school tomorrow but still have to 'cause Cikgu said that "you can't be absent" tomorrow 'cause there's practise on compo I think. Whatever it is, I really can't be bothered by malay class. It's of no gain. I think I can study malay on my own. Credits for myself (applause).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32646136-116030037259608993?l=succhiare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32646136/posts/default/116030037259608993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32646136/posts/default/116030037259608993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://succhiare.blogspot.com/2006/10/i-have-been-eating-burgers-for-past-2.html' title=''/><author><name>ajrina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16419197110062398969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32646136.post-116012674410471442</id><published>2006-10-06T17:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-06T17:25:44.120+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today I kind of feeling sick. My body temperature rised and have a slight headache. I mean &lt;em&gt;real &lt;/em&gt;headache not like the one Mdm Sumayah has. But luckily, the SS teacher did not come today and ha! free period. But did math anyway. I'm into math these days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Mum's cooking burgers today. Yummi! Can't wait to break fast. About 2 hours and 35 minutes more. Am I supposed to count by the way?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32646136-116012674410471442?l=succhiare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32646136/posts/default/116012674410471442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32646136/posts/default/116012674410471442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://succhiare.blogspot.com/2006/10/today-i-kind-of-feeling-sick.html' title=''/><author><name>ajrina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16419197110062398969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32646136.post-115986753092991773</id><published>2006-10-03T17:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-03T17:25:30.946+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The big Os are getting nearer than I thought and a few are going online now. Well I have to 'stepdown' soon too. So addicted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's no PE today cos it rained. Just about to have fun. Damn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just read about Hady Mirza's profile at his fan's blog (hadymirza.blogspot.com). He wanted to be a soccer player if he's not a singer. It's a totally different thing. Okay, I know accounting and design are 2 different things too. I don't know, just had a feeling he's just chasing fame. Haha. Doesn't matter as long as he's got talent!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32646136-115986753092991773?l=succhiare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32646136/posts/default/115986753092991773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32646136/posts/default/115986753092991773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://succhiare.blogspot.com/2006/10/big-os-are-getting-nearer-than-i.html' title=''/><author><name>ajrina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16419197110062398969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32646136.post-115977841591325967</id><published>2006-10-02T16:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-02T16:40:15.926+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm getting sick to go to school everyday now. It's so boring. Anyway left with 35 more days, including holidays and stuffs. I'm doomed! Really have to buck up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cikgu did not come for malay lesson today, luckily, cos I've not done my homework. It's not that I don't want to do. It's just that I don't know if it has to be done. She never give instructions clearly (or I'm deaf or stupid?). So I decided to do a compo in which I'm in a worried situation. So I wrote about getting stuck in Indonesia where there was a sudden bomb explosion by the terrorists and lost my passport. I don't know if this story is okay but hey, this is just a practise right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm supposed to get 2 marks (or maybe more) for english prelim compre. They marked some questions wrongly. I could have passed! Damn it. &lt;em&gt;"Move on".&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32646136-115977841591325967?l=succhiare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32646136/posts/default/115977841591325967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32646136/posts/default/115977841591325967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://succhiare.blogspot.com/2006/10/im-getting-sick-to-go-to-school.html' title=''/><author><name>ajrina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16419197110062398969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32646136.post-115962043177892427</id><published>2006-09-30T20:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-30T20:47:11.790+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;I keep my friends as misers do their treasures, because, of all the things granted us by wisdom, none is greater or better than friendship.&lt;/em&gt;   -Pietro Aretino&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realised that I missed them after all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32646136-115962043177892427?l=succhiare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32646136/posts/default/115962043177892427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32646136/posts/default/115962043177892427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://succhiare.blogspot.com/2006/09/i-keep-my-friends-as-misers-do-their.html' title=''/><author><name>ajrina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16419197110062398969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32646136.post-115954213475003499</id><published>2006-09-29T22:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-29T23:02:14.763+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My prelims results..sigh...don't want to talk about it. It's super pathetic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got a riddle here but don't see the answers yet. Try to figure it out first.&lt;br /&gt;Two mothers and two daughters went into a chocolate shop and spent 3 dollars. If each of them spent the same amount, how much did they each spend?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today graduation day for us. It's not as solemn as what Mr Goy had described. Gone crazy! I felt so thirsty while waiting for the results but still continue to fast anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Answer for just now :&lt;br /&gt;1 dollar each. There were 3 of them; a grandmother, a mother and a daughter. Lame but interesting.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32646136-115954213475003499?l=succhiare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32646136/posts/default/115954213475003499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32646136/posts/default/115954213475003499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://succhiare.blogspot.com/2006/09/my-prelims-results.html' title=''/><author><name>ajrina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16419197110062398969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32646136.post-115926241284717907</id><published>2006-09-26T17:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-26T17:20:12.860+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yay HADY MIRZA won the S'pore Idol title! (At least get to see a new face on the 7-11 advertisements.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32646136-115926241284717907?l=succhiare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32646136/posts/default/115926241284717907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32646136/posts/default/115926241284717907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://succhiare.blogspot.com/2006/09/yay-hady-mirza-won-spore-idol-title-at.html' title=''/><author><name>ajrina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16419197110062398969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32646136.post-115917174742759809</id><published>2006-09-25T15:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-25T16:09:07.443+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I really don't understand this person. Giving me God Damn bloody attitudes. I know you don't have a blog and you can't read this, but hey, I felt like spitting these words to you :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;What's wrong with you? This morning you were fine talking to me and now you are giving me that shitty face. If you don't like me DON'T talk to me then. Forever, you hear, forever okay? Just because I'm not close to you now you are giving me that [------] up face of yours. Grow up okay? Since you are giving me that bloody attitude, don't even look at my face then. I hate hypocrites, you know? Geez.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32646136-115917174742759809?l=succhiare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32646136/posts/default/115917174742759809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32646136/posts/default/115917174742759809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://succhiare.blogspot.com/2006/09/i-really-dont-understand-this-person.html' title=''/><author><name>ajrina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16419197110062398969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32646136.post-115907816474697827</id><published>2006-09-24T14:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-24T14:09:24.756+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today the fasting month has finally started. So far I can handle. So used to dieting. But my main problem is controlling my anger. Need to be more patient and forgiving. Been feeling so down lately so hope this fasting month makes me a better person. Can't wait till break fast cos Mum's cooking &lt;em&gt;Kuah Pindang &lt;/em&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Busy doing malay homework and social studies for the past three days. As always, delayed and delayed and delayed and the outcome is atrocious. I think. S'pore Idol tonight!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32646136-115907816474697827?l=succhiare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32646136/posts/default/115907816474697827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32646136/posts/default/115907816474697827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://succhiare.blogspot.com/2006/09/today-fasting-month-has-finally.html' title=''/><author><name>ajrina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16419197110062398969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32646136.post-115890870806480700</id><published>2006-09-22T14:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-22T15:05:08.076+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4033/3495/1600/danielhenney.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4033/3495/320/danielhenney.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm trying to download this msn thingy but it's damn fucking slow. Today don't know why I felt sort of irritated easily. Maybe lack of vitamin B6. For once in my whole 4 years of secondary life my f&amp;amp;n is better than my e'Math. Thanks to my coursework! Haha. Kay here's another pic of Daniel Henney again from Vanessa. CUTE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32646136-115890870806480700?l=succhiare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32646136/posts/default/115890870806480700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32646136/posts/default/115890870806480700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://succhiare.blogspot.com/2006/09/im-trying-to-download-this-msn-thingy.html' title=''/><author><name>ajrina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16419197110062398969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32646136.post-115875698341632935</id><published>2006-09-20T20:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-20T20:56:23.480+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>S'pore Idol:The Journey is lame. Not what I have expected so not watching. I still fret over the big pimple on my left cheek which looks like a mole from far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did not go for Mendaki, AGAIN. Poor Johnny Chua. Went to Burger King @ Compass Point and eat while doing SS homework. Too hardworking. Went to Poh Kim and sneek a chance to look at Daniel Henney. Went to library next. Oh ya, saw a 'rich' kencang makcik wearing 'Guess?' sunglasses sey. Haha. Borrowed a Gil McNeil's book whose cover looks attractive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Refering to yesterday's entry, that 'headache' teacher is still the same. Craps. As always.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32646136-115875698341632935?l=succhiare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32646136/posts/default/115875698341632935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32646136/posts/default/115875698341632935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://succhiare.blogspot.com/2006/09/spore-idolthe-journey-is-lame.html' title=''/><author><name>ajrina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16419197110062398969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32646136.post-115865846775413049</id><published>2006-09-19T17:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-19T17:34:27.826+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Heyhey, doing my coursework now. Left with research and stuffs. Today is a holiday for Bowen Secondary School cos the lazy teachers need a rest. (Especially those teachers who complained they have 'headaches'). Printed tonnes already. If she is still unhappy, I don't know what to say. Hope her 'headaches' have gone so that she just shut her craps up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32646136-115865846775413049?l=succhiare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32646136/posts/default/115865846775413049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32646136/posts/default/115865846775413049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://succhiare.blogspot.com/2006/09/heyhey-doing-my-coursework-now.html' title=''/><author><name>ajrina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16419197110062398969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32646136.post-115858961944973456</id><published>2006-09-18T22:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-19T17:40:22.273+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4033/3495/1600/daniel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4033/3495/320/daniel.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt; Isn't he gorgeous?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha just finished eating dinner. Today got back my "wonderful" results. Can't believe so bloody screwed for Physics. No comments for the other subjects cos they were just as bad. Kay, let me keep writing while waiting for Daniel's photo to be uploaded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A day at Erika's condo was great. Crappies for hours till six (I skipped mendaki). I realised that everybody is in Korean fever well, including me. I think I'm in love with Daniel Henney. He's soo handsome. American-born Korean,what. Better than ehem, LEE JUN KI or that Hyun Bin (??) guy. Haha, no offence Erika! Anyway our Miss Erika has a new blog. Congrats! (Heehee with me and Yihui's help)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S To Erika and Yihui: His name is Daniel Henney not Henry! LOL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32646136-115858961944973456?l=succhiare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32646136/posts/default/115858961944973456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32646136/posts/default/115858961944973456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://succhiare.blogspot.com/2006/09/isnt-he-gorgeous-haha-just-finished.html' title=''/><author><name>ajrina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16419197110062398969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32646136.post-115849018250219328</id><published>2006-09-17T18:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-17T19:04:25.476+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Nothing to write today. Today's cold weather is making me hungry!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#eee9e9;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Pepperoni Pizza&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#fffafa"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatsyourpizzapersonalityquiz/pepperoni-pizza.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Robust and dominant.When you go for something, you go full force.You tend to take control of situations easily.And in return, you get a ton of respect.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatsyourpizzapersonalityquiz/"&gt;What's" Your Pizza Personality?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Pizza, anyone?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32646136-115849018250219328?l=succhiare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32646136/posts/default/115849018250219328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32646136/posts/default/115849018250219328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://succhiare.blogspot.com/2006/09/nothing-to-write-today.html' title=''/><author><name>ajrina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16419197110062398969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32646136.post-115831824407913346</id><published>2006-09-15T18:47:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-15T20:31:52.606+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Haha. I'm back. Back and Back. What a day. Went to 3 different places today. So tired now but glad that prelims are over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First went to Heartland Mall and eat at Pizza Hut with Yihui and Erika. [SORRY Aisyah and Yana cos I forgot to invite you! :( ] Then intended to take neoprints there but the shop is gone! Haha bankrupt already is it? Comics Connection next and Erika bought that Lee Jun Ki (LJK) book thingy and totally crazy bout him. Then since no neoprint shop there, off to Plaza Singapura.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luckily the neoprint there is there. Haha. Lots of fun when taking those pictures. Then went to so many different places till I forgot which we go first. Oh ya, saw Kalai's old flame. Haha. Ramesh. Went to Spotlight and looked at the cloths. Feel like becoming a designer. If my O'levels result is bad this year, I'm prepared to take that course no matter what my parents' gonna say. (Wow, I speak so &lt;em&gt;kencangly&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sat at Times Bookstore till my bladder's gone numb. The 3 of us are trying to learn a new language. Me french, Yihui malay and Erika japanese. Interesting. The shops there are basically the same but I quite enjoyed it. Next, haha, went to look at some bras. Interesting huh? Went to Carrefour (or Cold Storage??) and they bought sushis. Next, so sad, went back to Hougang but Erika went home to look at her handsome boyfriend. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Hougang Mall's(my all time favourite) library without Erika. Saw this Xinmin guy smiling awkwardly at his iPod. Me and Yihui were curious and decide to kaypoh. Thought he watched porn. Pretend to walk and see but too obvious and I think he noticed us trying to see what he sees. Geez.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm too excited to admire my neprints. Hahahahaha......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32646136-115831824407913346?l=succhiare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32646136/posts/default/115831824407913346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32646136/posts/default/115831824407913346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://succhiare.blogspot.com/2006/09/haha_115831824407913346.html' title=''/><author><name>ajrina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16419197110062398969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32646136.post-115769917639929071</id><published>2006-09-08T14:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-15T20:30:39.366+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Part of me wanna go for physics class today but part of me doesn't. Anywhere went in the end (I wanna take back my gegraphy book!). Arrived in school but nobody's there. Only a few people. Take my geography book and accidentally bumped into Mrs Betsy Tan!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mrs Betsy Tan : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Did you see Kalai?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Me : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Mrs Betsy Tan : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Oh ok. You going for class today?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Me : &lt;em&gt;No. I got tuition today. Come to school to take back my geography book.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Hahaha. Anyway upon going down the slope, saw Daya and Stanven and he dragged me back to school. Well, went to d&amp;amp;t blk and Ais was there. Slacked while waiting for Yana. Atiqa meeting Hady Mirza today!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32646136-115769917639929071?l=succhiare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32646136/posts/default/115769917639929071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32646136/posts/default/115769917639929071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://succhiare.blogspot.com/2006/09/part-of-me-wanna-go-for-physics-class.html' title=''/><author><name>ajrina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16419197110062398969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32646136.post-115761700695338721</id><published>2006-09-07T15:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-15T20:29:48.486+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Had fun time looking at my old photos when I was young. Bring back those sweet memories. Now all of my cousins have grown up and even married with kids. How time flies! I'm still here stuck with my O'levels waiting for it to finish soon...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well as for today, I'm not sure if there's class cos I thought we are supposed to have but nobody's going, so I guess be it. I still have not taken my geography book in the locker and the exam's on Monday! Geez&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32646136-115761700695338721?l=succhiare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32646136/posts/default/115761700695338721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32646136/posts/default/115761700695338721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://succhiare.blogspot.com/2006/09/had-fun-time-looking-at-my-old-photos.html' title=''/><author><name>ajrina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16419197110062398969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32646136.post-115752929116732697</id><published>2006-09-06T15:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-15T20:28:38.163+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Woke up at 6.30am...&lt;em&gt;too early&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sleep for another hour...&lt;em&gt;quite early&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doze off again for one hour and 45 minutes...I'm late!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did not go for mendaki tuition today. Immediately called Yana. I hate to wake up early especially when it's during school holidays cos I tend to get hungry easily. Haha...so far for today only the maggi and 2 nuggets filled my stomach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh,Mum in a foul mood today cos bro did not fulfil her expectations in english and because of that no TV. S'pore Idol tonight....I don't wanna miss!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32646136-115752929116732697?l=succhiare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32646136/posts/default/115752929116732697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32646136/posts/default/115752929116732697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://succhiare.blogspot.com/2006/09/woke-up-at-6.html' title=''/><author><name>ajrina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16419197110062398969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32646136.post-115736565778647894</id><published>2006-09-04T18:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-15T20:27:55.513+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;A visit to the S'pore Poly today was great(although i don't intend to go poly) and the food was awesome. I was enjoying the atmosphere when suddenly....God knows...Some undesirable people just pisses me off..u know...those who thought they just some great goddess struting to show their 'things'. I felt like screaming this to 'someone':&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"People did not ask for your number right?! Don't act cute lah!!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt like smothering her and pinch her big dumb *******.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, back to the poly experience. We were separated from the auditorium to go to a business lecture hall with Ais, Atiqa, Kalai, Yin and Daya and some pupils from other schools. I especially like the Business Information Technology tour where we took a personality test. This is what I am :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My Potential Strengths&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagination&lt;br /&gt;Sense of purpose&lt;br /&gt;Creativity&lt;br /&gt;Ability to get things organised&lt;br /&gt;Candevelop human resources&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Popular occupations that suits me&lt;/strong&gt; (well,according to the test)&lt;br /&gt;Social worker&lt;br /&gt;Human resource manager&lt;br /&gt;Marketer&lt;br /&gt;Organisation development consultant&lt;br /&gt;Psychologists&lt;br /&gt;Educational consultants&lt;br /&gt;Priests/monks/nuns (LOL)&lt;br /&gt;Physicians&lt;br /&gt;Media specialists&lt;br /&gt;Artist&lt;br /&gt;Novelist&lt;br /&gt;Designer&lt;br /&gt;Editor/art director [magazine]&lt;br /&gt;Teachers [english,art,drama]&lt;br /&gt;Writer&lt;br /&gt;Newscaster&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The tour that I enjoyed most is the Media and Comm. Kalai tried out to be the newscaster of the day. Lol. You've got the potential babe. After that went to Queensway McDonalds' without Atiqa,Kalai and Pravina. Bought a pair of earrings there. I love it! Yin bought a bag there and after that went home. I had a headache cos the weather was hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was altogether a sweet day if only without the presence of the sickening *beep*.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32646136-115736565778647894?l=succhiare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32646136/posts/default/115736565778647894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32646136/posts/default/115736565778647894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://succhiare.blogspot.com/2006/09/visit-to-spore-poly-today-was.html' title=''/><author><name>ajrina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16419197110062398969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32646136.post-115727161967681292</id><published>2006-09-03T16:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-15T20:26:47.736+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#dddddd;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;What Your Bathroom Habits Say About You&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#eeeeee"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatdoyourbathroomhabitssayaboutyouquiz/bathroom.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You are very independent and self-centered. You don't solve other people's problems - and you don't expect them to solve yours.&lt;br /&gt;You spend a lot on clothes, and you tend to be a very dresser. However, it's hard for you to throw away trendy clothes when they go out of style.&lt;br /&gt;You have the perfect blend of confidence and class. You're proud of who you are - but you don't broadcast it.&lt;br /&gt;In relationships, you are practical and realistic. You have a romantic side, but you only let it out when it's appropriate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a"&gt;What&lt;/a&gt; Do Your Bathroom Habits Say About You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;i needed the loo now...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32646136-115727161967681292?l=succhiare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32646136/posts/default/115727161967681292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32646136/posts/default/115727161967681292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://succhiare.blogspot.com/2006/09/what-your-bathroom-habits-say-about.html' title=''/><author><name>ajrina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16419197110062398969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32646136.post-115710132852837136</id><published>2006-09-01T16:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-15T20:35:50.030+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I was pissed yesterday at bro for being so f***king deaf. He said he could not hear me on the phone so I screamed over the phone at him only to realise that everybody around him(at my aunt's shop) thought I was mad. Bloody hell. I was so mad that I fell asleep and didn't wath SI yesterday. Anyway found out that Joakim was out. At last! (no offence to Joakim's fans)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up today and forgot to say &lt;em&gt;"Rabbit,rabbit".&lt;/em&gt; If you say this phrase on the first day of the month you will get good luck. Haha. I don't know. I read this from The Babysitters' Club. Today seems like Saturday. Just because it's on a weekday and no school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway; &lt;strong&gt;Happy Teachers' Day!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32646136-115710132852837136?l=succhiare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32646136/posts/default/115710132852837136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32646136/posts/default/115710132852837136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://succhiare.blogspot.com/2006/09/i-was-pissed-yesterday-at-bro-for.html' title=''/><author><name>ajrina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16419197110062398969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32646136.post-115701235013029115</id><published>2006-08-31T15:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-15T17:03:01.646+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I'm so bored to death. Quite angry with my brains for not remembering to take home my geog book in school. Shit it. Teachers' day concert today was ok and it doesn't seemed like a teachers' day before the concert. We stayed in our homeroom and they did their d&amp;amp;t stuffs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then went to hougang mall with Yihui and slacked at the library. I borrowed a book but I don't think it's nice. Just like the cover. Haha. I realised that libraries these days are filled with &lt;em&gt;minahs and mats&lt;/em&gt;. It's so irrritating. Want to hanky panky go to the park lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nobody's home cos mum and bro went to auntie's shop for hari raya. Yay..I've bought mine already. Not that I'm kiasu but it's worth the price. Now that nobody's home...I'm freee....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't wait for S'pore Idol tonight. I really don't know who will be booted out tonight. Tough decision. But whoever it is, it's none of my business.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32646136-115701235013029115?l=succhiare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32646136/posts/default/115701235013029115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32646136/posts/default/115701235013029115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://succhiare.blogspot.com/2006/08/im-so-bored-to-death.html' title=''/><author><name>ajrina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16419197110062398969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32646136.post-115692509374013667</id><published>2006-08-30T15:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-15T16:57:56.110+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Just woke up. Still dreamy...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SS paper just now was &lt;em&gt;wah lau&lt;/em&gt; and math paper &lt;em&gt;wah piang.&lt;/em&gt; I really give up! I can't finish both papers on time. Unsatisfied! But science practical was &lt;em&gt;ok &lt;/em&gt;except for physics cos I drew the graph wrongly!! Nvm lah..what's past is past...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did not go mendaki today..so sleepy and my brain is totally dried from doing that math paper. Not coming tonight's night study cos got him. Go and die lah... I said &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;NO MEANS NO LAH!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Can't he understand?? Bloody hell.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32646136-115692509374013667?l=succhiare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32646136/posts/default/115692509374013667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32646136/posts/default/115692509374013667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://succhiare.blogspot.com/2006/08/just-woke-up.html' title=''/><author><name>ajrina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16419197110062398969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32646136.post-115666463133640822</id><published>2006-08-27T15:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-15T16:54:02.893+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Pissed off now cos someone is trying to call my house and causing my line to be disconnected. Today I woke up quite late and continue to study SS. Gonna finish the sec 4 chapters soon. Yaay! Now my new method of memorising SS notes is by writing on placards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hey some b*stard is trying to call my house again! B*stard!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway will the placards thing work? I have to start working smart now!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Italian Name Is...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/italiannamegenerator/girl.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Isabella Rossi&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/italiannamegenerator/"&gt;What's" Your Italian Name?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;My name is Isabella Rossi...Ciao!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are a Auditory Learner&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#dddddd"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatsyourlearningstylequiz/auditory.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You tend to remember what you hear, and you have a knack for speaking well.You excel at debating, foreign languages, and music.You would be an excellent diplomat - or rock star!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatsyourlearningstylequiz/"&gt;What's" Your Learning Style?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I should learn from here...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32646136-115666463133640822?l=succhiare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32646136/posts/default/115666463133640822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32646136/posts/default/115666463133640822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://succhiare.blogspot.com/2006/08/pissed-off-now-cos-someone-is-trying.html' title=''/><author><name>ajrina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16419197110062398969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32646136.post-115658347597708389</id><published>2006-08-26T17:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-03T15:43:43.856+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are Most Like Laetitia Casta&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#dddddd"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.yournewromance.com/whichvictoriassecretangelareyouquiz/laetitia-casta.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Curvy, beautiful, and wild&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a"&gt;Which&lt;/a&gt; Victoria's Secret Angel Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;haha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#dddddd;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Belong in London&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#eeeeee"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.yournewromance.com/whatcitydoyoubelonginquiz/london.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;A little old fashioned, and a little modern. A little traditional, and a little bit punk rock.A unique woman like you needs a city that offers everything.No wonder you and London will get along so well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a"&gt;What&lt;/a&gt; City Do You Belong In?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I was expecting Madrid!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32646136-115658347597708389?l=succhiare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32646136/posts/default/115658347597708389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32646136/posts/default/115658347597708389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://succhiare.blogspot.com/2006/08/you-are-most-like-laetitia-castacurvy.html' title=''/><author><name>ajrina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16419197110062398969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32646136.post-115658289317545844</id><published>2006-08-26T16:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-26T17:01:33.183+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Today have to study the whole of social studies textbook for sec 4 chapters. Just finished sec 3s. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Woah!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Somebody save me!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32646136-115658289317545844?l=succhiare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32646136/posts/default/115658289317545844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32646136/posts/default/115658289317545844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://succhiare.blogspot.com/2006/08/today-have-to-study-whole-of-social.html' title=''/><author><name>ajrina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16419197110062398969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32646136.post-115649458749511141</id><published>2006-08-25T16:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-15T16:48:30.903+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Free period for physics today. English lesson nothing much and I was sleepy anyway. After school went to Hougang Point's KFC with Yihui and Erika to eat and crap. Then went to McDonald's to have a peek at the tudong makcik.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Just because I wear tudong does'nt mean I cannot hear what you say."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol. And we ran off.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32646136-115649458749511141?l=succhiare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32646136/posts/default/115649458749511141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32646136/posts/default/115649458749511141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://succhiare.blogspot.com/2006/08/free-period-for-physics-today.html' title=''/><author><name>ajrina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16419197110062398969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32646136.post-115641049212588356</id><published>2006-08-24T16:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-03T16:00:46.373+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Today's weather was tremendously dry and hot. I can't stand hot weather but today is exceptionally bloody hot. I'm getting darker and darker day by day. &lt;em&gt;Chao ta!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ibu babi's class was great cos that's the only lesson we get to eat in class. During recess someone who looked like Abigail Chay came to me, Yihui and Aisyah and promote about memorising at a quick speed and I said I already knew how to from Adam Khoo's camp last March. Lol. Signed up anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chemistry test today was horrible cos I don't understand a single heck. It was so funny before the test with Alex and Anwar quarelling over the ring and Stanven asking how to do the paper out loud. Mr Ng screamed at us for making too much noise. So funny lah. You won't understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Singapore Idol yesterday was ok and Hady's choice of malay song was disappointing. I can't believe he chose that off beat song. I mean he could choose a song suitable for his genre. Hey I sounded like the judges! Anyway, he's performance was breathtaking. Hope he's in tonight and wonder who will be eliminated...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32646136-115641049212588356?l=succhiare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32646136/posts/default/115641049212588356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32646136/posts/default/115641049212588356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://succhiare.blogspot.com/2006/08/todays-weather-was-tremendously-dry.html' title=''/><author><name>ajrina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16419197110062398969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32646136.post-115632763468163643</id><published>2006-08-23T17:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-23T18:07:14.746+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;Nothing fun happened today. The usual bored day. During assembly gather at the parade square and oogled at that teacher's butt.Lol. She thinks she's sexy..haha..maybe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;Then malay class was sucked as usual and I waited for Cikgu Yanti at the cabada lounge. The lesson was boring. I almost forgotten the peribahasa&lt;em&gt;s&lt;/em&gt;. Goy's lesson was boring too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;After school went to eat maggi with Yana and Ais. Later accompany Ais to her d&amp;t class and joked around with Chang Sheng. Mendaki class was okay lah. Then go home. What else.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Can't wait for Singapore Idol tonight cos they're singing asian pop! Wonder what Hady will sin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;g. I started hating that joakim guy cos bloody hell he can't sing. He's not soo cute either with that crossed eye. &lt;em&gt;Singaporeans, please vote for those who can sing and not those who looks "cute" but sounds like a dog f***ing&lt;/em&gt;. With Hady is going to be voted out, I swear I will boycott SI for the rest of my life. Sian lah...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32646136-115632763468163643?l=succhiare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32646136/posts/default/115632763468163643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32646136/posts/default/115632763468163643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://succhiare.blogspot.com/2006/08/nothing-fun-happened-today.html' title=''/><author><name>ajrina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16419197110062398969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32646136.post-115623748598376840</id><published>2006-08-22T16:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-22T17:04:45.990+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;Just came back from 'New York' to eat with Yin Zhen and Stanven. Eat Nasi Goreng Ikan Bilis and sooo full. .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;This morning no assembly and stay at d&amp;t blk to do some CME thingy about respect. One of the questions asked about my opinion on Singaporeans being voted the bottom for courtesy and I strongly agree. I felt that Singaporeans are not courteous people. Not all lah. I hate Singaporeans who give me a displeasing f***ked up look whenever I help them like one incident in a public toilet where I helped a lady hold the door and she did not even thanked me and &lt;em&gt;tiao&lt;/em&gt; me...wah piang eh..so rude lor... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Back to today. No PE and went to computer lab to do some stupid survey about &lt;em&gt;my school.&lt;/em&gt; Most of the answers I put strongly disagree. There are questions where they asked if my school allows me to choose the subjects that I want and blah blah..bullshit... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Recess was great and that Sinalco Cola drink tasted horrible. Yucks. Then the sight of 'bunting' made me wanna laugh my head off...hahaha..Sumayah was absent..again..and we slacked our hearts out..and after school saw someone playing guitar. Step cool only lah that guy then want to perasan..eee..&lt;em&gt;kencang sey..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;God damn this computer cos jammed just now. Luckily can recover this post back. If not...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32646136-115623748598376840?l=succhiare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32646136/posts/default/115623748598376840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32646136/posts/default/115623748598376840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://succhiare.blogspot.com/2006/08/just-came-back-from-new-york-to-eat.html' title=''/><author><name>ajrina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16419197110062398969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32646136.post-115615411637366438</id><published>2006-08-21T17:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-21T17:55:16.380+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Today I'm in super bad mood and pissed with some annoying people. My blood has reached the maximum and it's boiling more than 100*C..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Early in the morning pissed with that pitong cos he expected me to be Wonderwoman which &lt;em&gt;I can't, Mr Pitong.&lt;/em&gt; Dumb assh*le. Bloody sh#*.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;I don't know why today I sensed something is all so annoying to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;That damn hag did not come today and went to slack at d&amp;t blk and become wannabe models with Chang Sheng and Aisyah. Actually have mendaki but decided not to go cos Ais and Yana are not going. After that..haiyah..sian..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Supposed to have night classes today but I'm not going cos most of them are not going too. I think so lah. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Sian lah tmr no PE. Sucks sucks sucks... trying to cool down now cos my head is burning with &lt;em&gt;sianness...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32646136-115615411637366438?l=succhiare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32646136/posts/default/115615411637366438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32646136/posts/default/115615411637366438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://succhiare.blogspot.com/2006/08/today-im-in-super-bad-mood-and-pissed.html' title=''/><author><name>ajrina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16419197110062398969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32646136.post-115598275773516206</id><published>2006-08-19T17:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-19T18:19:17.793+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Was reading Angela's Ashes by Frank McCourt..quite interesting really. Before that read Emilie Schindler's Where Light and Shadow Meet. It's about those Nazi days. Not bad for a start.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Just finshed eating 2 fish burgers my mum made and I'm sooo full. Have to go on a diet cos my weight has reached 55kg! I usually skipped my breakfast and lunch but still fat. Haiz. Can't help thinking about yesterday's oral. Not going anywhere today except mugging on my studies. Sigh, there's Malay on Monday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Can't wait for the next holiday [teacher's day] cos get to have time to rest. I feel tired and sleepy these days. Don't know why. I'm finding my school life quite bored lately and have to drag my feet to school everyday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32646136-115598275773516206?l=succhiare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32646136/posts/default/115598275773516206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32646136/posts/default/115598275773516206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://succhiare.blogspot.com/2006/08/was-reading-angelas-ashes-by-frank.html' title=''/><author><name>ajrina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16419197110062398969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32646136.post-115589717741555201</id><published>2006-08-18T18:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-18T18:32:57.466+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Just came back from my o'levels english oral and I can say I sucked at it! The teachers just shoot their questions to me and I have no time to think. The time I spent with the rest while waiting was fun and I can't stop laughing with Stanven about "You're so ugly" joke and get lectured by that stupid conceited &lt;strong&gt;bapok&lt;/strong&gt;. I know you are smart....ya ya..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Anyway can't stop thinking about how I did for my oral. Everything I do just sucks these days just like &lt;em&gt;succhiare&lt;/em&gt;. The picture was about a group of St Margaret's girls and passage about "hearts and friendship". Sigh. I don't know what's happening to me!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Then went to accompany Yihui to buy waffles and saw a &lt;strong&gt;Minah and a Contract&lt;/strong&gt;o&lt;strong&gt;r. &lt;/strong&gt;Lol. But before that went to d&amp;amp;t blk to slack with Chang Sheng, Aisyah they all. What a day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32646136-115589717741555201?l=succhiare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32646136/posts/default/115589717741555201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32646136/posts/default/115589717741555201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://succhiare.blogspot.com/2006/08/just-came-back-from-my-olevels-english.html' title=''/><author><name>ajrina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16419197110062398969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32646136.post-115580856426222549</id><published>2006-08-17T17:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-17T17:56:04.366+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;This morning kena tick off by &lt;strong&gt;ibu babi&lt;/strong&gt; cos reading Teenage magazine in her class. Then got test during chemistry lesson. I think I'm going to fail heck care. Then after that went to Hougang Point with Yihui to buy squid on-sticks at OCK and while on the way there met a &lt;strong&gt;"Mat and a Maid".&lt;/strong&gt; Lol. After went back immediately sleep for about 2 hours and then practise for my O'levels english oral tmr. I'm so unlucky to be the last one of the day but really gonna impressed the judges [sounds like S'pore Idol]. I hope the judges will not be as stict as Ken Lim. Haha. Anyway Hady looked superb for yesterday's performance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32646136-115580856426222549?l=succhiare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32646136/posts/default/115580856426222549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32646136/posts/default/115580856426222549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://succhiare.blogspot.com/2006/08/this-morning-kena-tick-off-by-ibu-babi.html' title=''/><author><name>ajrina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16419197110062398969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32646136.post-115563279093370043</id><published>2006-08-15T16:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-15T17:06:31.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Just came back from f&amp;n practical. My hands are yellow and smell of turmeric powder. Yihui still not back in school yet and it seems so quiet. You gotta get well soon cos my throat is itchy cos I've not been laughing for 2 days. Haha. Anyway no PE for us today cos there's no teacher to take charge our class so stayed in Goy's class with Hidayah and Soon Hoe. The rest went to their C&amp;amp;T class. We stayed outside the staff room as if we &lt;strong&gt;kena&lt;/strong&gt; punish. After that for SS, I'm soooo sleepy. Laugh with Alyana for a while because of "best friend's table". You won't understand. I'm so pissed with that Sumayah cos she jolly well blamed me for not closing the stupid cupboard yesterday cos I was at C&amp;T room yesterday with Alyana and Aisyah and supposedly we were the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;last&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; to leave. She even complained to Tan-Mah, another teacher and Zurainah. You sucks Sumayah. I'm so thankful that f&amp;n is finally over. Yay..don't need to see that wrinkled old lady again. Haha. The timetable for prelims are finally out. I'm so stressed up with my 6 subjects. [i'm taking Malay again.] Have to go now and do SS homework if not cannot go for recess tmr!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32646136-115563279093370043?l=succhiare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32646136/posts/default/115563279093370043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32646136/posts/default/115563279093370043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://succhiare.blogspot.com/2006/08/just-came-back-from-ft-class.html' title=''/><author><name>ajrina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16419197110062398969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32646136.post-115545661963144684</id><published>2006-08-13T15:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-13T16:10:19.643+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today mugging on Physics cos yesterday spent my time on geography and e-maths. The crappy thing that kept mugging my blog is finally gone! yay! credits to Keslyn for helping me with this thing. It's lovely! I'm finally satisfied with my blog. Hahahahahaha.... tomorrow's gonna do coursework part B.. but I've done it! [i think]. I finally got over my results. Who cares? The important thing is that I get another chance. Nothing is impossible [hey i sounded like adidas]. Btw today is Sunday [in case it appears something else].&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32646136-115545661963144684?l=succhiare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32646136/posts/default/115545661963144684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32646136/posts/default/115545661963144684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://succhiare.blogspot.com/2006/08/today-mugging-on-physics-cos-yesterday.html' title=''/><author><name>ajrina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16419197110062398969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32646136.post-115545047628088988</id><published>2006-08-12T14:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-13T14:27:56.280+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm so bloody shocked today after getting my Malay results. I mean what the F*?? I'm not saying I'm that smart but I think I'm below average for a pure native speaker like me. I think I'm beginning to hate that stupid language,man. I'm so demoralised by this result! B4 for a native speaker like me?! I compared my marks with the others who took Malay but it's uncomparable. Just sucks. Mum said to look at the positive side and never question God. I mean I studied hard and really really tried my best compared to some of them but why this??? Why God did not answer my prayers? This language really burdens my life. I'd rather learn other language and flop it. I mean, learning Malay is not going to get me anywhere. They don't even know what the hell is 'Malay' in the U.S or other non-Asian countries. So what if I do well in Malay? Be a Malay teacher? I'd rather shoot my brains out than be one. Oh well...just have to retake another exam then. I just wish that one day the MOE in S'pore will look into this matter and scrape away MALAY language!!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32646136-115545047628088988?l=succhiare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32646136/posts/default/115545047628088988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32646136/posts/default/115545047628088988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://succhiare.blogspot.com/2006/08/im-so-bloody-shocked-today-after.html' title=''/><author><name>ajrina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16419197110062398969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32646136.post-115545045923826764</id><published>2006-08-11T14:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-13T14:27:39.240+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;color:#99ffff;"&gt;Got my contact lenses back finally. I still cannot figure out this stupid blog thing and it's getting on my nerves! Have lots of things to do today including F&amp;amp;N part B(have to redo) and study for Physics. I finished studying chapter 16 and 17 yesterday, well I think so, so today really gonna mug on chapter 18. I'm beginning to hate physics now because of that stupid alpha, beta, and gamma thingy. What for learning all that. I'm not becoming a terrorist making bombs! Went out with Mom and bro to Avenue 8 today to collect my lenses back and buy breakfast. Finally 3 days of holidays. Done nothing much actually. Can't wait for S'pore Idol today. I really really want Hady to win this competition. The rest are all pretty bad actually except Mathilda and Paul. Rahimah just an emotional sucker. Her voice is so-so and wanna act punk. She even cried yesterday. OMG. Hope you lose emotional punker. Hey, am I that bad?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32646136-115545045923826764?l=succhiare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32646136/posts/default/115545045923826764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32646136/posts/default/115545045923826764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://succhiare.blogspot.com/2006/08/got-my-contact-lenses-back-finally.html' title=''/><author><name>ajrina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16419197110062398969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32646136.post-115545035300630578</id><published>2006-08-08T14:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-13T14:25:53.006+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Wake up at 10.30am today and bath and immediately do my coursework. I'm so frustrated yesterday. Tore my contact lenses and woke up late. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Shit&lt;/span&gt; it. Still &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;screwed&lt;/span&gt; up with my coursework. 27 more pages to print and &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;THINK&lt;/span&gt;. I'm going to die. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Aarghhhhh!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Help me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32646136-115545035300630578?l=succhiare.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32646136/posts/default/115545035300630578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32646136/posts/default/115545035300630578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://succhiare.blogspot.com/2006/08/wake-up-at-10_07.html' title=''/><author><name>ajrina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16419197110062398969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
