<?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-25998967</id><updated>2011-05-03T11:04:24.359-07:00</updated><category term='SIGH.'/><title type='text'>Ostracized for Clarity of Vision</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theworldconspired.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25998967/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theworldconspired.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25998967/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>shazlinnn.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15611721168433345193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>154</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25998967.post-7146804034425933678</id><published>2007-05-01T03:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-13T03:19:52.038-07:00</updated><title type='text'>THE BIG SWITCH.</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;BACK&lt;/b&gt;! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;back to blogger.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25998967-7146804034425933678?l=theworldconspired.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theworldconspired.blogspot.com/feeds/7146804034425933678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25998967&amp;postID=7146804034425933678' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25998967/posts/default/7146804034425933678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25998967/posts/default/7146804034425933678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theworldconspired.blogspot.com/2007/05/big-switch.html' title='THE BIG SWITCH.'/><author><name>shazlinnn.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15611721168433345193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25998967.post-6834097502272278273</id><published>2007-04-30T19:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-30T04:49:50.895-07:00</updated><title type='text'>shhh, it's our secret.</title><content type='html'>it's ours.&lt;br /&gt;ours to keep.&lt;br /&gt;i won't tell anyone if you don't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eureka, XANGA IS WORKABLE! :D i'm already in love with it.&lt;br /&gt;and i do have the most pathetic prepaid balance on my sim card. it WAS $100 but now it's $15.52! what nonsense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tag me, the world is still bright.&lt;br /&gt;if i press the Big Red Button, what you see, you won't.&lt;br /&gt;try me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25998967-6834097502272278273?l=theworldconspired.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theworldconspired.blogspot.com/feeds/6834097502272278273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25998967&amp;postID=6834097502272278273' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25998967/posts/default/6834097502272278273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25998967/posts/default/6834097502272278273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theworldconspired.blogspot.com/2007/04/shhh-its-our-secret.html' title='shhh, it&apos;s our secret.'/><author><name>shazlinnn.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15611721168433345193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25998967.post-4491897257689130806</id><published>2007-04-30T01:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-29T10:16:48.704-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i want a person that i can count on always. i want someone who would give unconditional support and wait for me whenever. someone who enjoys my lame company and won't take advantage of me. i need someone who will throw a paper note at me when i'm falling asleep in class to ask if i wanted to do anything after school. i want someone whom i feel comfortable with sharing my secrets and insecurities. i want someone who listens to me and fully understands me. i want someone who is good influence and calls me whenever she's going to study or do her homework. i want someone who calls every night to discuss the questions to the difficult math homework. i want someone who calls and asks if everything was okay and to cheer me up if i was feeling sad. someone who could tell how i was feeling at any moment. someone who won't laugh at my problems and wouldn't hit me in the head even though i was being annoying. someone who would visit me for no reason at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;someone who loves me for who i am.&lt;br /&gt;a bestest best friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's so tough to find one, it's like i don't fit in anywhere at school. nobody is like me. even if i did share interests with someone, we just didn't click. i feel like a loner. am i? is this paranoia? NO. i really can't find someone so perfect. i used to have friends like that from primary school but no one came to cedar with me. it's so competitive here. everybody just wants to scramble to the top of it all. i want to stay down here and watch you guys even if i have no one to watch you with because i'm just like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who's going to watch with me?&lt;br /&gt;who's going to be my bestest best friend?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know when everybody reads this, they're going to think i'm a total control-freak moron friend and they would want to avoid me. i just want a friend i can count on. not just some acquaintance. but still, everyone's going to say, "Look, there's the retard loner with no proper best friend who she can trust."&lt;br /&gt;and i'll have to tell myself, "Don't listen to them and just try to concentrate in class! So what if you're alone nowadays? Does it really matter? Just mug your way to a good college!"&lt;br /&gt;but that ain't a solution. how am i supposed to live without a proper friend?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GAHHH, YOU DECIDE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel like stabbing myself to death. my whole body is in pain and syuhaidah made it worse on saturday when i cabbed to her house. every single muscle in my body will twitch and ache when i move. even typing is getting hard.&lt;br /&gt;maybe meditation will heal it all.&lt;br /&gt;HUMMMMMMMM. &lt;br /&gt;shit, i guess it doesn't. oh, well.&lt;br /&gt;goodnight, the clock says.. 1.13 am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SHAZLINNN.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25998967-4491897257689130806?l=theworldconspired.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theworldconspired.blogspot.com/feeds/4491897257689130806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25998967&amp;postID=4491897257689130806' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25998967/posts/default/4491897257689130806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25998967/posts/default/4491897257689130806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theworldconspired.blogspot.com/2007/04/i-want-person-that-i-can-count-on.html' title=''/><author><name>shazlinnn.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15611721168433345193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25998967.post-3218018252397011581</id><published>2007-04-29T20:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-29T07:02:30.502-07:00</updated><title type='text'>BIG RED BUTTONS.</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;their things take my time and energy&lt;br /&gt;don't stand too close without apologies&lt;br /&gt;cut throat; cut out candid glimpses and &lt;br /&gt;wind me up; i'm ready&lt;br /&gt;can't escape this line of best fit&lt;br /&gt;i remember being inside something more than you.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AHHA!&lt;br /&gt;follow these steps;&lt;br /&gt;1) go to stephanie leong's friendster profile.&lt;br /&gt;2) scroll down to the bottom.&lt;br /&gt;3) press the Big Red Button.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want a talking Big Red Button, too.&lt;br /&gt;and did you know that those little paper circles you get from using a hole punch are really called 'chads'?&lt;br /&gt;and did you know that elephants never stop growing?&lt;br /&gt;how about the fact that about half of all americans are on a diet on any given day?&lt;br /&gt;well, i bet you didn't.&lt;br /&gt;and i'm being a horrible know-it-all.&lt;br /&gt;yes, it was from the internet.&lt;br /&gt;i still want a talking Big Red Button.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PSSST, SHOULD I CHANGE MY SKIN, AGAIN!?&lt;br /&gt;it's a secret between you and me.&lt;br /&gt;SHAZLINNN.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25998967-3218018252397011581?l=theworldconspired.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theworldconspired.blogspot.com/feeds/3218018252397011581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25998967&amp;postID=3218018252397011581' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25998967/posts/default/3218018252397011581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25998967/posts/default/3218018252397011581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theworldconspired.blogspot.com/2007/04/big-red-buttons.html' title='BIG RED BUTTONS.'/><author><name>shazlinnn.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15611721168433345193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25998967.post-409918254222894747</id><published>2007-04-28T22:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-28T07:38:16.051-07:00</updated><title type='text'>150th POST.</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;there is a problem here with our society&lt;br /&gt;the absence of my tears is my sobriety&lt;br /&gt;i have a growing fear and you're not helping me&lt;br /&gt;am i the only one who realizes it's true?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shall we celebrate?&lt;br /&gt;shall we bring out the champagne?&lt;br /&gt;no.&lt;br /&gt;because people seem to have unfinished business with me. they enjoy spamming my blog and insulting my friends. the worse part is i know who these spammers are and i wish they would just leave me alone because i do not wish to be associated with them any longer. this is getting on my nerves and out of hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;you tried but were caught red handed, are you happy with your role?&lt;br /&gt;it's funny to me how you've turned into such a joke...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think taxi drivers are plain scary. the one i came across today was weird. he offered me a "chinese herbal medicine" and the newspaper but i refused. he kept looking at me in his mirror. and when he dropped me off at syuhaidah's house, he waved at either me or syuhaidah. PERVERT. or maybe he was just being nice, who knows. i still say he's creepy, though. and syuhaidah is insane but at least we got our malay project work done today, though. and we just found out that izzah was really supposed to be named MAIRAH.&lt;br /&gt;i think the only subject i'm really good at is literature. and i've said before, i want to be a literature major because i like poetry. and now, mrs rehan-williams wants to see my literature file on monday because she expects it to be really organised. that's not exactly true, is it? i'm not very organised.&lt;br /&gt;CHEERS TO SYIFA FOR PRINTING MY LIT PAPERS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;muslihah, please don't be so sad. right now, everything that has happened is not necessarily your fault so don't blame yourself. don't hurt yourself because you don't deserve any formof punishment. you're great just like that and me &amp; syifa will love you to the very end, even if others don't. life for you right now is very down but you've got to be strong because this is like a test. time's testing your patience with all this faults and problems that come up. don't hurt yourself, even if depression is only human. don't be angry at yourself, you've done nothing wrong. you are loved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;i will never let you fall&lt;br /&gt;i'll stand up for you forever&lt;br /&gt;i'll be there for you through it all&lt;br /&gt;even if saving you sends me to heaven&lt;br /&gt;beat but I'm not broken&lt;br /&gt;guide me through with your hand&lt;br /&gt;lead with your words spoken&lt;br /&gt;show me how to listen&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SHAZLINNN.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25998967-409918254222894747?l=theworldconspired.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theworldconspired.blogspot.com/feeds/409918254222894747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25998967&amp;postID=409918254222894747' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25998967/posts/default/409918254222894747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25998967/posts/default/409918254222894747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theworldconspired.blogspot.com/2007/04/150th-post.html' title='150th POST.'/><author><name>shazlinnn.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15611721168433345193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25998967.post-7095053139854292557</id><published>2007-04-27T14:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-26T23:20:32.142-07:00</updated><title type='text'>LITERATURE MAJOR.</title><content type='html'>i aspire to be a literature major, PAINT IT FOR ME.&lt;br /&gt;and yes, i am blogging from the school library but that doesn't stop anyone. plus, track&amp;field's only starting in one hour. i've read some people's blogs and i realise how much words can change your perception of them. not only that, what people say can make you jealous or annoyed but what does it matter? isn't it THEIR blog for THEIR friends.&lt;br /&gt;you know who you are;&lt;br /&gt;it's so impossible. i feel like i don't know &lt;i&gt;you&lt;/i&gt; anymore. you prefer someone else to me, i'm fine with that. as long as i know your happy in the end and i'll be happy too because you're still hurting me by doing this. i'd rather it stop. please and thank you.&lt;br /&gt;i just found out that ELDDS is in the library. well, THE ROOM is in the library. and they have alot of fun and they eat in there. GRRRR. and they don't need to run. or do warm-ups. and they get nice nice COTTON CCA tees.&lt;br /&gt;and we have no more gym so michelle's very very sad. miss yong is leaving soon, i'm sad. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND I WANT TO GO EAT.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25998967-7095053139854292557?l=theworldconspired.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theworldconspired.blogspot.com/feeds/7095053139854292557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25998967&amp;postID=7095053139854292557' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25998967/posts/default/7095053139854292557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25998967/posts/default/7095053139854292557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theworldconspired.blogspot.com/2007/04/literature-major.html' title='LITERATURE MAJOR.'/><author><name>shazlinnn.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15611721168433345193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25998967.post-4644040674701160873</id><published>2007-04-26T19:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-26T04:39:29.581-07:00</updated><title type='text'>DROWN FLY, DROWN!</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;face down in the dirt, she said,&lt;br /&gt;"this doesn't hurt", she said,&lt;br /&gt;"i finally had enough."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what i want is so different from what you want. you want freedom, maybe. i want us. you want laughter, maybe. i want serious talks. you chose to ignore me, i don't want you to. are we still something or have you unofficially dumped me for another girl? i'll never know, will i? because you never talk to me anymore. it's like i am non-existent in your world. maybe we should just be friends. maybe we should be non-existent. play it fair. maybe you really are bored with me. what am i supposed to do? i literally have had enough. if you really did still love me, would you only say "hi" and "what?" on a conference call with her? or are you embarrassed that i exist in your life? if i am not ideal now, say so. i'd gladly leave because you're hurting me so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;a pebble in the water makes a ripple effect&lt;br /&gt;every action in this world will bear a consequence&lt;br /&gt;if you wade around forever, you will surely drown&lt;br /&gt;i see what's going down.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;syifa azhar, you are a dinosaur. otherwise known as TRICERATOPS! haha.&lt;br /&gt;ariel skipped school, that sucked.&lt;br /&gt;michelle brought her sunnies, they couldn't fit into my pouch.&lt;br /&gt;i was late, i wanted to die.&lt;br /&gt;muslihah and her sister sound the same on the phone.&lt;br /&gt;'IKAN KEKEK.' what's that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, well.&lt;br /&gt;SHAZLINNN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S; WALKMAN PHONE! (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25998967-4644040674701160873?l=theworldconspired.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theworldconspired.blogspot.com/feeds/4644040674701160873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25998967&amp;postID=4644040674701160873' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25998967/posts/default/4644040674701160873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25998967/posts/default/4644040674701160873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theworldconspired.blogspot.com/2007/04/yesterday-was-fun.html' title='DROWN FLY, DROWN!'/><author><name>shazlinnn.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15611721168433345193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25998967.post-1498382992185045844</id><published>2007-04-24T09:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-23T19:01:01.292-07:00</updated><title type='text'>WDNESDAY, I CAN'T WAIT.</title><content type='html'>i think i'm sick. i'm heaty and everywhere i go, i feel cold.&lt;br /&gt;i want to go home. i'm still at school, it's art period now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SHIT, BELL'S RANG.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25998967-1498382992185045844?l=theworldconspired.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theworldconspired.blogspot.com/feeds/1498382992185045844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25998967&amp;postID=1498382992185045844' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25998967/posts/default/1498382992185045844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25998967/posts/default/1498382992185045844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theworldconspired.blogspot.com/2007/04/wdnesday-i-cant-wait.html' title='WDNESDAY, I CAN&apos;T WAIT.'/><author><name>shazlinnn.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15611721168433345193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25998967.post-168687008902388832</id><published>2007-04-23T20:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-23T05:17:22.209-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i wish tests were this simple.</title><content type='html'>Can you name 13 of the people you know that you can think of right off the top of your head? Don't read the questions underneath until you write the names of all 13 people. This is a lot funnier if you actually randomly list the names first. No cheating!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. michelle.&lt;br /&gt;2. ariel.&lt;br /&gt;3. yan yi.&lt;br /&gt;4. syifa.&lt;br /&gt;5. muslihah.&lt;br /&gt;6. diana.&lt;br /&gt;7. deborah.&lt;br /&gt;8. hian yong.&lt;br /&gt;9. wilson.&lt;br /&gt;10. syuhaidah.&lt;br /&gt;11. alexandra.&lt;br /&gt;12. atika.&lt;br /&gt;13. atikah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How did you meet 10? &lt;br /&gt;; CEDAR FRIEND. (:&lt;br /&gt;What would you do if you had never met 1?&lt;br /&gt;; i would've died?&lt;br /&gt;What would you do if 6 and 2 dated? &lt;br /&gt;; GOD, NO!&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever seen 4 cry?&lt;br /&gt;; no.&lt;br /&gt;Do you think 10 is cute?&lt;br /&gt;; HAHAHAHAHA. NO!&lt;br /&gt;How did you get to know 8?&lt;br /&gt;; bhps.&lt;br /&gt;Would you ever go on a date with number 12?&lt;br /&gt;; no, i am not a lesbian.&lt;br /&gt;What's 7's Favorite colour?&lt;br /&gt;; i don't know, black?&lt;br /&gt;What would you do if 6 confessed he/she loves you?&lt;br /&gt;; i'm not a lesbian and that's WRONG!&lt;br /&gt;Fact about 9.&lt;br /&gt;; oh my, i heart him.&lt;br /&gt;Who is 4 going out with?&lt;br /&gt;; ME! haha, like real.&lt;br /&gt;Who is number 5 to you?&lt;br /&gt;; LILI! (&lt;i&gt;slenger, kekek&lt;/i&gt; i have no idea what it means.)&lt;br /&gt;Would you ever live with 13?&lt;br /&gt;; YES! *hugs atikah!*&lt;br /&gt;Is 2 single?&lt;br /&gt;; she's in a dilemma.&lt;br /&gt;What do you think about 3?&lt;br /&gt;; i love her to pieces!&lt;br /&gt;What's the best thing about number 8?&lt;br /&gt;; she's a bestie and she's the greatest.&lt;br /&gt;Favorite Memory with 6?&lt;br /&gt;; her birthday(:&lt;br /&gt;What is 10,8,2,11's talent?&lt;br /&gt;;10 - high jump, being straight forward.&lt;br /&gt;;8 - she's plain sick in the head.&lt;br /&gt;;2 - drawing, tennis and being a bimbo sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;;11 - girlguiding? OH, cross stitching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THANKS YAN, FOR THE STEAL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just found out something. i'm hated by someone in my class and i hate being science representative and i can't stand some people in class. GRRR.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25998967-168687008902388832?l=theworldconspired.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theworldconspired.blogspot.com/feeds/168687008902388832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25998967&amp;postID=168687008902388832' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25998967/posts/default/168687008902388832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25998967/posts/default/168687008902388832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theworldconspired.blogspot.com/2007/04/i-wish-tests-were-this-simple.html' title='i wish tests were this simple.'/><author><name>shazlinnn.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15611721168433345193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25998967.post-1238807105858248682</id><published>2007-04-23T19:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-23T04:27:50.883-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;give me something to believe in&lt;br /&gt;cause i don't believe in you &lt;br /&gt;anymore, anymore&lt;br /&gt;i wonder if it even makes a difference,&lt;br /&gt;it even makes a difference to try&lt;br /&gt;and you told me how you're feeling&lt;br /&gt;but i don't believe it's true &lt;br /&gt;anymore, anymore&lt;br /&gt;i wonder if it even makes a difference to cry&lt;br /&gt;so this is goodbye.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;i am delighted. i have so many reasons to be.&lt;br /&gt;ONE; the cyberfight is over although it wasn't much of a pretty ending.&lt;br /&gt;TWO; i have an extremely high chance of getting my mother's Motorola Razr.&lt;br /&gt;THREE; michelle's birthday is on WEDNESDAY, 25th APRIL.&lt;br /&gt;FOUR; i drank alot of milo today and training wasn't that tiring.&lt;br /&gt;FIVE; my coach allowed me to skip training on WEDNESDAY to celebrate michelle's birthday.&lt;br /&gt;SIX; i got A* (21/25) for my english comprehension test.&lt;br /&gt;SEVEN; i passed geography.&lt;br /&gt;EIGHT; i'm going to cut my hair again on wednesday and pierce my ears.&lt;br /&gt;NINE; i'm seeing my mother again tomorrow before she leaves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love this week although it's only monday, everything's looking up. my coach isn't that stressed anymore and he actually encouraged me. the only thing that can bring me down is &lt;u&gt;HOMEWORK&lt;/u&gt;. it's not fun when you never have time to do anything with your friends or when you're extremely tired but it's like that everyday. i have my IPW project to worry about and being the manager leaves me brain damaged. i have my literature project. i have an english project on making a brochure. i have a mother tongue project on making a recipe in my second language. i have CCA. i'll probably be having maths or general science remedial or make up lessons soon. the geography EXAM is well on it's way and music isn't any help, either. I HATE MUSIC THEORY! i actually miss primary school life, it was far more easier.&lt;br /&gt;i shall not complain anymore.&lt;br /&gt;HOMEWORK beckons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;`SHAZLINNN.&lt;br /&gt;P.S: I MISS &lt;b&gt;YOU&lt;/b&gt;, damn it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25998967-1238807105858248682?l=theworldconspired.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theworldconspired.blogspot.com/feeds/1238807105858248682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25998967&amp;postID=1238807105858248682' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25998967/posts/default/1238807105858248682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25998967/posts/default/1238807105858248682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theworldconspired.blogspot.com/2007/04/give-me-something-to-believe-in-cause-i.html' title=''/><author><name>shazlinnn.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15611721168433345193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25998967.post-6117415228925042100</id><published>2007-04-22T19:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-22T04:34:27.423-07:00</updated><title type='text'>CYBER FIGHTING IS A BUNCH OF BOLLOCKS.</title><content type='html'>"&lt;i&gt;Why your classmates?&lt;br /&gt;Don't you just love them?&lt;br /&gt;What happened to that Gardenia fuckin' the bread people crap?&lt;br /&gt;When you gasped, it was more of a "Oh no, I'm busted" look.&lt;br /&gt;You could have said 'hello'.&lt;br /&gt;But you were in total lost of shock.&lt;br /&gt;You dropped your shoebag and your arms were like a meter opened wide.&lt;br /&gt;Damn, you should have seen that look for yourself. Priceless.&lt;br /&gt;You didn't had to send that long, mean message.&lt;br /&gt;You could have excused yourself from public, go home and call any of us and talk the shit out.&lt;br /&gt;And we didn't hurt you at all.&lt;br /&gt;Instead, Kim was hurt cause you told her you have some track shits and won't be free till six.&lt;br /&gt;But we saw you and your snobby friends at the library, laughing the shit out of yourselves, at two.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and your friends, yes.&lt;br /&gt;They don't even know what fuckin' happened.&lt;br /&gt;Of course, they assumed that their baobei or whatever you call it is the one getting fucked.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe they're the reason why you're like this now.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe they have you on their fingers.&lt;br /&gt;Sounds sorta like Arrian, eh.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, Adilah told Kim about what you said about her when you actually didn't.&lt;br /&gt;And you, acting this way, made her think that it's true.&lt;br /&gt;Kim told me she got pissed but she said that she also thinks Adilah was lying.&lt;br /&gt;Then, Adilah told you lies about what Kim said.&lt;br /&gt;You got pissed, sent a mean message, avoided/ignored Kim for a couple of weeks.&lt;br /&gt;You chose to believe Adilah.&lt;br /&gt;Remember that Wanting issue?&lt;br /&gt;You scolded me for being rude to someone I don't know at all.&lt;br /&gt;I didn't apologize to Wanting, but I did to you.&lt;br /&gt;Your friends just fuckin' did that same thing and you think it was right of them.&lt;br /&gt;The one minute we're friends, and the next, we're not thing, that's what YOU are doing.&lt;br /&gt;You've been dragging this shit since December.&lt;br /&gt;And since then, we've been forgiving you again and again.&lt;br /&gt;And now, you're saying, "Maybe you deserved it".&lt;br /&gt;I don't just drag random people in to the problems.&lt;br /&gt;Jw sent Kim mean messages, too.&lt;br /&gt;See, they are not just random people.&lt;/i&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;tooken from; http://www.velvetrevolver-x.blogspot.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fag off.&lt;br /&gt;yes, in fact, i do love them.&lt;br /&gt;nothing happened to it.&lt;br /&gt;we just drifted apart and i put the pieces back together.&lt;br /&gt;but i don't want to with YOU.&lt;br /&gt;i gasped because i was fucking &lt;b&gt;HAPPY&lt;/b&gt; to see you guys.&lt;br /&gt;i told kimberly that i had sports day and i didn't have school.&lt;br /&gt;so don't give me bollocks.&lt;br /&gt;i hate bullshit.&lt;br /&gt;thanks, at least i give antiquely piceless looks.&lt;br /&gt;and what if i didn't want to talk the shit out?&lt;br /&gt;who said i ever wanted to ever since you left me hanging, optionless.&lt;br /&gt;how would you know if you didn't hurt me?&lt;br /&gt;are you emotionally connected to me or something? &lt;b&gt;NO&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;let me repeat; I HAD SPORTS DAY AND NO SCHOOL, DEAF.&lt;br /&gt;well, they did know. I TOLD THEM.&lt;br /&gt;AND I AM GETTING FUCKED.&lt;br /&gt;FUCKED BY YOUR MIND GAMES. &lt;br /&gt;FUCKED BY EVERYTHING YOU DARED TO SAY OR DO.&lt;br /&gt;in fact, right now, i'd prefer arrian's company a MILLION TIMES more than yours.&lt;br /&gt;i don't care what you think anymore, it's useless.&lt;br /&gt;and of course i chose to believe adilah.&lt;br /&gt;adilah NEVER did anything bitch-worthy in primary school, did she now?&lt;br /&gt;if you ever listened once, you would know.&lt;br /&gt;but you never listen.&lt;br /&gt;you never did apologize sincerely.&lt;br /&gt;me? DRAGGING THIS SHIT?!&lt;br /&gt;who was the one who left me alone when i came back!&lt;br /&gt;who was the one who made me feel friendless!&lt;br /&gt;i've not forgotten; &lt;b&gt;YOU &amp; KIMBERLY!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they are random people because they were never involved in this.&lt;br /&gt;never involved and civilised.&lt;br /&gt;but we've turned out like some tornado on it's final gust.&lt;br /&gt;i hate it. i hate you.&lt;br /&gt;i don't care anymore. i wish i never tried.&lt;br /&gt;and that one phone call?&lt;br /&gt;yes, that ONE phone call.&lt;br /&gt;how pathetic were your attempts?&lt;br /&gt;we don't need to fight fair. never did.&lt;br /&gt;cut me loose, i don't want to be tied to you, ever again.&lt;br /&gt;you know who you guys are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I HATE CYBER FIGHTS. &lt;br /&gt;but at least i've gotten YOU AND HER off me.&lt;br /&gt;such a burden, tsk.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;shazlinSPEAKS.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25998967-6117415228925042100?l=theworldconspired.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theworldconspired.blogspot.com/feeds/6117415228925042100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25998967&amp;postID=6117415228925042100' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25998967/posts/default/6117415228925042100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25998967/posts/default/6117415228925042100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theworldconspired.blogspot.com/2007/04/cyber-fighting-is-bunch-of-bollocks.html' title='CYBER FIGHTING IS A BUNCH OF BOLLOCKS.'/><author><name>shazlinnn.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15611721168433345193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25998967.post-4079407429489830877</id><published>2007-04-22T01:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-21T10:48:27.128-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"&lt;i&gt;You had the fuckin' chance to say something.&lt;br /&gt;But you did none.&lt;br /&gt;You just dropped your shoebag and gasped.&lt;br /&gt;So, we thought you didn't want us to be in that scene.&lt;br /&gt;Soon, you blamed it on Kim.&lt;br /&gt;A mean message.&lt;br /&gt;Didn't you say 'Don't bother patching us up again'?&lt;br /&gt;And why can't you talk to both of us?&lt;br /&gt;You're so unreasonable.&lt;br /&gt;You've been lying all this time.&lt;br /&gt;And i know that Jw was with you when you were talking to Kim.&lt;br /&gt;You keep doing this.&lt;br /&gt;I'm fucking sick of it.&lt;/i&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I WASN'T REFERING TO &lt;i&gt;YOU&lt;/i&gt; OR &lt;i&gt;HER&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;I WAS REFERING TO MY &lt;u&gt;CLASSMATES&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;I GASPED BECAUSE I WAS SURPRISED TO SEE YOU.&lt;br /&gt;I WANTED TO SAY 'HELLO' BUT YOU WALKED OFF.&lt;br /&gt;I SENT YOU THAT MESSAGE BECAUSE I WANTED TO HURT YOU LIKE YOU HURT ME.&lt;br /&gt;I DON'T WANT TO PATCH UP.&lt;br /&gt;I DON'T WANT TO TALK TO EITHER OF YOU.&lt;br /&gt;YOU'RE THE UNREASONABLE ONE.&lt;br /&gt;I HAVEN'T BEEN LYING.&lt;br /&gt;I WASN'T WITH JINGWEN, LEAVE HER OUT OF OUR PROBLEM.&lt;br /&gt;LOOK WHO'S TALKING.&lt;br /&gt;I'M SICK OF YOU AND YOUR CHARACTER.&lt;br /&gt;YOU LIVE IN TOTAL DENIAL OF YOURSELF.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm really angry at &lt;i&gt;you&lt;/i&gt; and &lt;i&gt;her&lt;/i&gt;. i'd like you to leave other people out of this because this is our problem. i don't like the way you drag random people in just because you dislike them and you assume that everything i do, they are involved. can't you understand anything i try to lay out for you? if you read my previous entry today, you'll see that i'm far from patching up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;come break me down&lt;br /&gt;bury me, bury me&lt;br /&gt;i am finished with you.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25998967-4079407429489830877?l=theworldconspired.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theworldconspired.blogspot.com/feeds/4079407429489830877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25998967&amp;postID=4079407429489830877' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25998967/posts/default/4079407429489830877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25998967/posts/default/4079407429489830877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theworldconspired.blogspot.com/2007/04/you-had-fuckin-chance-to-say-something.html' title=''/><author><name>shazlinnn.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15611721168433345193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25998967.post-2094840112432399934</id><published>2007-04-22T00:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-21T09:22:12.720-07:00</updated><title type='text'>movie marathoned.</title><content type='html'>HELLO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;movie marathons aren't fun when you're alone with your mother. trust me, they just aren't. but the plus side involves good food, meiji low fat milk, air-conditioning and comfy bed. she wanted me to stay over but she let me go home in the end because she thought i had alot of homework. besides, i do get to use the computer, right?&lt;br /&gt;i'm such an evil daughter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know who you are;&lt;br /&gt;i don't know what to do or believe. if things are going to continue this way, we might as well erase every trace of each other in our lives because it's just not worth it. i don't think it is, do you? what's the point of hating each other's guts yet trying to be friends just for our image or reputation? it's just going to make everything worse than it already is. i think we should keep our distance from each other, especially since everytime we come close to being better friends, someone just has to dig her claws in. it sucks being an on and off friend. in fact, why don't we just end this once and for all? i'm so fucking sick and tired of going through the same argument each time! let's just call it quits, we can't bear each other anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;well, you bleed just to know you're alive.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I AM HAPPY.&lt;br /&gt;i am very happy. i don't want days like this to end because they just make everything so much more easy. maybe we all deserve at least one day where we go untouched. when we are invincible and death-defying. i'm already flying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SHAZLINNN(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25998967-2094840112432399934?l=theworldconspired.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theworldconspired.blogspot.com/feeds/2094840112432399934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25998967&amp;postID=2094840112432399934' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25998967/posts/default/2094840112432399934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25998967/posts/default/2094840112432399934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theworldconspired.blogspot.com/2007/04/movie-marathoned.html' title='movie marathoned.'/><author><name>shazlinnn.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15611721168433345193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25998967.post-2302743666413246912</id><published>2007-04-21T13:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-20T22:52:26.107-07:00</updated><title type='text'>perspired.</title><content type='html'>I AM GOING TO SEE MY MUM AT TWO O'CLOCK, FINALLY! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I STILL HATE &lt;i&gt;YOU&lt;/i&gt; FOR BEING THE MOST ASSHOLIC JERK EVER IN FEMALE HISTORY.&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;b&gt;LOVE&lt;/b&gt; SYIFA AND MUSLIHAH.&lt;br /&gt;I NEED MILO.&lt;br /&gt;I LIKE MILO VANS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;goodbye.&lt;br /&gt;`shazlinnn.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25998967-2302743666413246912?l=theworldconspired.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theworldconspired.blogspot.com/feeds/2302743666413246912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25998967&amp;postID=2302743666413246912' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25998967/posts/default/2302743666413246912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25998967/posts/default/2302743666413246912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theworldconspired.blogspot.com/2007/04/perspired.html' title='perspired.'/><author><name>shazlinnn.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15611721168433345193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25998967.post-5025946857397049537</id><published>2007-04-20T20:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-21T10:56:09.058-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i went wrong.</title><content type='html'>&amp;michelle&lt;br /&gt;&amp;ariel&lt;br /&gt;&amp;syuhaidah&lt;br /&gt;&amp;alex&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;some sort of window to your right&lt;br /&gt;as he goes left and you stay right&lt;br /&gt;between the lines of fear and blame&lt;br /&gt;and you begin to wonder why you came&lt;br /&gt;where did I go wrong, I lost a friend&lt;br /&gt;somewhere along in the bitterness&lt;br /&gt;and I would have stayed up with you all night&lt;br /&gt;had I known how to save a life.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am afraid. i don't want to hurt anyone. i don't want to hurt you guys, especially. i want to wake up where you guys are and start a new but how can i turn back time? i can't erase what i've already done and i can't reach out to you guys, the bridge is broken. you guys have always been there for me but i never listened long enough and never let anyone borrow my shoulder because i was stupidly wallowing in my own world of sympathy. i need none. i wish we could go back so i could do something right and not hurt anyone. most of all, i'm hurting myself by doing this. i want to hug you guys and tell you i'll be there for you but i'm always too busy to act as if i know you all. i missed everyone today even though i was with you. i wish i could to talk to you guys but i can't seem to initiate any form of conversation. it's either that or you won't let me. have i passed off as someone you would love to hate? i'm still scared. i don't want to hurt you guys and i don't want to hurt anybody else. especially people who are already upset. i want to erase my existence sometimes so that everybody would be happier and i won't be such a burden. i want to wake up where you are.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25998967-5025946857397049537?l=theworldconspired.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theworldconspired.blogspot.com/feeds/5025946857397049537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25998967&amp;postID=5025946857397049537' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25998967/posts/default/5025946857397049537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25998967/posts/default/5025946857397049537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theworldconspired.blogspot.com/2007/04/i-went-wrong.html' title='i went wrong.'/><author><name>shazlinnn.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15611721168433345193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25998967.post-6525035938441194066</id><published>2007-04-20T17:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-20T02:53:14.178-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the star of the scene.</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;it all seems so contagious&lt;br /&gt;not to be yourself and faceless&lt;br /&gt;in a song that has no soul&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hello.&lt;br /&gt;today was a blur. everything went so fast, it was hard to savour the fun. i wish i would never stop feeling altruistic.&lt;br /&gt;guess my day started off pretty lamely, though. it was all ringing, talking and shutting my eyes, really. i didn't want to get up and i pretty much didn't realise that i was late until it was 7.30am. i rushed to prepare and ended up at the stadium at 8. i was scared because i thought that the teachers would attack me or hunt me down but thank god, everybody was busy with their own things. i watched some races, screamed and screamed and then reported to the competitors steward feeling very antsy. the 4x100m race was really quick. syuhaidah overtook alot of people and actually managed to pass the baton to me without making any mistakes. i don't remember how i ran. i just know that everything felt smooth and relaxed and that i had overtook the person leading. it didn't feel like i gave my all but i guess it was. we won first and can i say something? WHY GARDE SO PRO!? (:&lt;br /&gt;and congratulations to tiffany for clinching individual champion and to melissa for clinching athlete of the meet! &lt;br /&gt;me, michelle, deborah, charlene, pei wen, abigail, alexandra and syuhaidah went to TP to eat kfc and syifa tagged along, too. she got lost so syuhaidah had to find her and bring her to kfc. she looked a total mess and her hair was crappy. junction 8 was fun. took some neoprints and deborah and syuhaidah pierced one ear each. we met taffy, stephanie, leng jan, tiffany, pei yan, jolene and joanne there because we didn't meet up at the end of sports day. and i saw diana, jesslyn, kimberly, annie, mark and benjamin there, too! heh. the only reason i saw diana was because her friend had left her neoprints at the table where you cut them up and i found it. tiffany saw diana and told her i was looking for her and she found me! haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know who you are;&lt;br /&gt;i really hate your guts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO ATIKA!&lt;/b&gt; (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bye.&lt;br /&gt;`shazlinnn.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25998967-6525035938441194066?l=theworldconspired.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theworldconspired.blogspot.com/feeds/6525035938441194066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25998967&amp;postID=6525035938441194066' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25998967/posts/default/6525035938441194066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25998967/posts/default/6525035938441194066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theworldconspired.blogspot.com/2007/04/star-of-scene.html' title='the star of the scene.'/><author><name>shazlinnn.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15611721168433345193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25998967.post-8783170337488940848</id><published>2007-04-19T19:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-19T04:26:24.278-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MY EPIPHANY.</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;now come one come all to this tragic affair&lt;br /&gt;wipe off that makeup, what's in is despair&lt;br /&gt;so throw on the black dress, mix in with the lot&lt;br /&gt;you might wake up and notice you're someone you're not&lt;br /&gt;if you look in the mirror and don't like what you see&lt;br /&gt;you can find out firsthand what it's like to be me&lt;br /&gt;so gather around piggies and kiss this goodbye&lt;br /&gt;i'd encourage your smiles I'll expect you won't cry&lt;br /&gt;another confusion, my funeral jag&lt;br /&gt;here's my resignation, I'll serve it in drag&lt;br /&gt;you've got front row seats to the penitence ball&lt;br /&gt;when I grow up I want to be nothing at all!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;of course the last line isn't true.&lt;br /&gt;when i grow old, i'm going to retire. when i retire, i want a big house. but to get a big house, i need to work my arse off. i don't like working my arse off. i like chocolate, candy, anything that can keep me from getting dehydrated and people. people make me look good sometimes and they make me look bad sometimes. people who make me look bad deserve to get trashed big time. so they should learn to stfu before i learn to shoot a gun. &lt;br /&gt;"when's that?"&lt;br /&gt;NOW.&lt;br /&gt;*BANG*&lt;br /&gt;*SPLATTER*&lt;br /&gt;shit, blood.&lt;br /&gt;back to my point. now that i am working my arse off although nobody is paying me to, what do i get in return? conflicts, backstabbed, being vertically challenged, suffering severe mental insanity from lack of beauty sleep. &lt;br /&gt;but there are the good parts, yes? i still get; friends, a social life, chocolate, fries, space, air, thought, self-efficiency, parents. &lt;br /&gt;the list goes on. when lists get too long, you're supposed to tell the person that the list is too long. and thus, we don't die tragic, we live tragic. tragic lives don't make us, we make them. and yes, i want to retire old and happy.&lt;br /&gt;and i want to retire only after i'm satisfied with how i've dealt with this tragic life. i want to be a poet so the closest i can get to that is being a journalist, maybe? i still haven't chosen my path, it's practically like the mouth of a river. so many distributaries. SIGH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i met jingwen and adilah today. we talked about things and more things. unmentionable things and random things. and the last thing i talked about with jingwen was that i was a different person. the new me was untrustable. i am not going to argue with her because it is her point of view but i realise that when you move on, you change. especially now, we're in secondary one. we can be ourselves and not someone your friends want you to be or think you are. i passed of as a fierce, boyish, nonchalant and not squeaky person in primary school but now that i am in secondary one, i act a whole lot different because from my experience, i want to be in such a way that people will accept me. but the true me is so much more different, i've realised. i'm a poet at heart, i guess. deep and thoughtful. and yes, i look like an emo on the outside but truthfully, i don't think like one. i get pissed off easily, i get cranky too. i'm a whole different person from what everybody sees me as. even &lt;i&gt;he&lt;/i&gt; doesn't know what the real me is like.&lt;br /&gt;let's say; i want the world to know the real me someday. someday you'll know it, and you'll accept &lt;i&gt;that&lt;/i&gt; me, i hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I HATE EPIPHANIES! especially at dinnertime.&lt;br /&gt;BYEBYE.&lt;br /&gt;`shazlinnn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S;&lt;br /&gt;i heart &lt;i&gt;you&lt;/i&gt;. (:&lt;br /&gt;i'm glad we had that talk.&lt;br /&gt;i'm serious.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25998967-8783170337488940848?l=theworldconspired.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theworldconspired.blogspot.com/feeds/8783170337488940848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25998967&amp;postID=8783170337488940848' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25998967/posts/default/8783170337488940848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25998967/posts/default/8783170337488940848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theworldconspired.blogspot.com/2007/04/my-epiphany.html' title='MY EPIPHANY.'/><author><name>shazlinnn.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15611721168433345193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25998967.post-1256855271860950126</id><published>2007-04-18T21:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-18T06:05:29.571-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ENFLAMED.</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;you thought you were standing beside me&lt;br /&gt;you were only in my way&lt;br /&gt;you’re wrong if you think that I’ll be just like you.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am &lt;b&gt;enflamed&lt;/b&gt; and &lt;b&gt;outraged&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HELLO.&lt;br /&gt;they're going to take away a worldly possesion of mine. they're going to take away my GOLD TROPHY for the 3000m race. fuck, i don't want it gone. it's visible proof of my hard work and success and when it's not there, nobody's going to believe me. i work so hard, winning first and i don't get credited AT ALL. it's as if i didn't even run the race and nobody will acknowledge the fact that i did so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[c=46]guitarists[/c][c=7]are[/c][c=2]sexy[/c] says:&lt;br /&gt;*rap rap&lt;br /&gt;[c=46]guitarists[/c][c=7]are[/c][c=2]sexy[/c] says:&lt;br /&gt;open up&lt;br /&gt;[c=46]guitarists[/c][c=7]are[/c][c=2]sexy[/c] says:&lt;br /&gt;its MEEE&lt;br /&gt;[c=46]guitarists[/c][c=7]are[/c][c=2]sexy[/c] says:&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&amp;                     we're neither clear or descript. says:&lt;br /&gt;go die.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;                     we're neither clear or descript. says:&lt;br /&gt;grrrrr.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;                     we're neither clear or descript. says:&lt;br /&gt;RARH!&lt;br /&gt;[c=46]guitarists[/c][c=7]are[/c][c=2]sexy[/c] says:&lt;br /&gt;HMPF&lt;br /&gt;[c=46]guitarists[/c][c=7]are[/c][c=2]sexy[/c] says:&lt;br /&gt;ROAR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me and syifa are very gay, mind you. that's why my new nickname/stage name is now GAYGAY. (: oh, joy. i have to turn in, wait till my dad finds out.&lt;br /&gt;GRRRRRR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;so real these voices in my head&lt;br /&gt;when it comes back you won’t be&lt;br /&gt;scared and lonely&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BYEBYE.&lt;br /&gt;`shazlinnn.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25998967-1256855271860950126?l=theworldconspired.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theworldconspired.blogspot.com/feeds/1256855271860950126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25998967&amp;postID=1256855271860950126' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25998967/posts/default/1256855271860950126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25998967/posts/default/1256855271860950126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theworldconspired.blogspot.com/2007/04/enflamed.html' title='ENFLAMED.'/><author><name>shazlinnn.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15611721168433345193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25998967.post-8400216499876373593</id><published>2007-04-17T16:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-17T01:37:47.569-07:00</updated><title type='text'>antimatter, time, syifa and WILDBOYZ.</title><content type='html'>colby miller is brainless, oh yes he is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hello.&lt;br /&gt;i was missing the computer so badly. i didn't want to use it yesterday though, i was exhausted. you'll know why.&lt;br /&gt;milo still rocks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;1/C;&lt;br /&gt;PLEASE APOLOGIZE TO MISS YONG AFTER WHAT HAPPENED TOMORROW AND PLEASE DO NOT MAKE MORE NOISE BECAUSE THAT WILL ONLY AGGRAVATE THE SITUATION. AND SORRY TO SAY BUT DO SHUT UP WHEN SHE TELLS US TOO, YOU DON'T WANT HER WALKING OUT OF CLASS PISSED, DO YOU? pffffft.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm watching MTV right now and MTV's Wildboyz is playing. they're so gay. the show is pretty useless although i worship them for the fact that they drink snakes blood and sit in tubs filled with alligators and water. i'd chicken out, wouldn't you?&lt;br /&gt;oh, and friendster is still screwed. i hate that fact.&lt;br /&gt;i love syifa. syifa makes me smile and isn't crude. she's huggable and she's love. she's all that, she's peanut butter and she's all smiles. (: &amp;shelovessyifa.&lt;br /&gt;antimatter erases time, we can't subject time to change. time is useless, fruitless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know this is a short post but i need to do my homework in 9 MINUTES.&lt;br /&gt;BYE.&lt;br /&gt;`shazlinnn.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25998967-8400216499876373593?l=theworldconspired.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theworldconspired.blogspot.com/feeds/8400216499876373593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25998967&amp;postID=8400216499876373593' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25998967/posts/default/8400216499876373593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25998967/posts/default/8400216499876373593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theworldconspired.blogspot.com/2007/04/colby-miller-is-brainless-oh-yes-he-is.html' title='antimatter, time, syifa and WILDBOYZ.'/><author><name>shazlinnn.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15611721168433345193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25998967.post-7551332966752135111</id><published>2007-04-16T01:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-15T10:58:32.670-07:00</updated><title type='text'>unscrew my bottle-cap, please.</title><content type='html'>SCREW BLOGGER.&lt;br /&gt;SCREW TRANSPORTATION. &lt;br /&gt;everything is so prissy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, hello.&lt;br /&gt;i'm sorry i disappeared this weekend but i've been whisked away by a nice person to hong kong to stay in a suite and i came back at 10:30 PM so i have jet lag. &lt;br /&gt;YEAH, RIGHT. &lt;br /&gt;i went for self-training on saturday morning with kimberly and i ended up going to her house to teach her some simple maths and that lead to me sleeping over. i never touched the com until sunday night and i camwhored again. this explains the two pathetic new pictures on my friendster account, haha. &lt;br /&gt;oh, yes. i have resorted to using MySpace, Blogger and Friendster. MySpace doesn't give me problems. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/shazlinnn"&gt;CLICKY-CLICKY.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;this is a seasonal affair&lt;br /&gt;so be there or be square&lt;br /&gt;and the invitation said so&lt;br /&gt;so just let that ego go.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my face is constipated, screwing up. it's like that because the idea of school tomorrow is slowly disintegrating me. i don't want lessons, i don't want training and i don't want events! i need sleep, pffffft.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;now come one come all to this tragic affair&lt;br /&gt;wipe off that makeup, what's in is despair&lt;br /&gt;so throw on the black dress, mix in with the lot&lt;br /&gt;you might wake up and notice you're someone you're not.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dread math.&lt;br /&gt;GOODBYE.&lt;br /&gt;`shazlinnn.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25998967-7551332966752135111?l=theworldconspired.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theworldconspired.blogspot.com/feeds/7551332966752135111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25998967&amp;postID=7551332966752135111' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25998967/posts/default/7551332966752135111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25998967/posts/default/7551332966752135111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theworldconspired.blogspot.com/2007/04/screw-you.html' title='unscrew my bottle-cap, please.'/><author><name>shazlinnn.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15611721168433345193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25998967.post-8416291602076490064</id><published>2007-04-13T21:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-13T06:56:05.122-07:00</updated><title type='text'>wasting words on lower cases and capitals.</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;the quiet things that no one ever knows.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hello.&lt;br /&gt;i like milo but i only like the 3 in 1 sachet thing and i like dipping biscuits into milo because the softer ones are nice to eat. eeek, HOW GAY CAN I GET!&lt;br /&gt;i went home with shafika after training. she never told me that she took bus at macpherson. for a secondary 3, she's very lame. (: shafika has mental thoughts about guys wearing skirts when she's on the mrt home.&lt;br /&gt;tiffany sounds the same on the phone although she is less hyper. i wonder whether that's a good thing. i didn't see her during training today because we were doing gym.&lt;br /&gt;PROUS, PRODU*, PROUD*! i despise typoes.&lt;br /&gt;i want to be a literature major when i go to college. i want to have one year experience overseas. i want to go to spain, enjoy every brea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;we saw the western coast&lt;br /&gt;i saw the hospital&lt;br /&gt;nursed the shoreline like a wound&lt;br /&gt;reports of lover's tryst&lt;br /&gt;were neither clear nor descript&lt;br /&gt;we kept it safe and slow&lt;br /&gt;the quiet things that no one ever knows.&lt;br /&gt;so keep the blood in your head&lt;br /&gt;and keep your feet on the ground&lt;br /&gt;if today's the day it gets tired&lt;br /&gt;today's the day we drop out&lt;br /&gt;gave up my body and bed&lt;br /&gt;all for an empty hotel&lt;br /&gt;wasting words on lower cases and capitals.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's hard for you to argue with someone, even harder for you to become friends again? am i going to try harder or am i too fed up to do so, leaving it as it is? who decides, anyway, you or me?&lt;br /&gt;I AM HAPPY, HUMHALLELUJAH!&lt;br /&gt;BYEBYE.&lt;br /&gt;`shazlinnn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S; i am training at toa payoh stadium tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25998967-8416291602076490064?l=theworldconspired.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theworldconspired.blogspot.com/feeds/8416291602076490064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25998967&amp;postID=8416291602076490064' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25998967/posts/default/8416291602076490064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25998967/posts/default/8416291602076490064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theworldconspired.blogspot.com/2007/04/wasting-words-on-lower-cases-and.html' title='wasting words on lower cases and capitals.'/><author><name>shazlinnn.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15611721168433345193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25998967.post-4132051214337152574</id><published>2007-04-12T21:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-12T06:37:03.193-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i know this is the second post but i can't care more.&lt;br /&gt;i like blogs.&lt;br /&gt;i like syifa.&lt;br /&gt;i like being insane and retarded.&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25998967-4132051214337152574?l=theworldconspired.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theworldconspired.blogspot.com/feeds/4132051214337152574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25998967&amp;postID=4132051214337152574' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25998967/posts/default/4132051214337152574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25998967/posts/default/4132051214337152574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theworldconspired.blogspot.com/2007/04/i-know-this-is-second-post-but-i-cant.html' title=''/><author><name>shazlinnn.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15611721168433345193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25998967.post-5190056617665187689</id><published>2007-04-12T20:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-12T05:55:29.911-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>you've got mail;&lt;br /&gt;"CANCER - The Cutie &lt;br /&gt;Very high appeal. Love is one of a kind. Very romantic. Most caring person you will ever meet! Entirely creative. Extremely random and proud of it. Freak. Spontaneous. Great telling stories. Not a Fighter, But will Knock your lights out if it comes down to it. Someone you should hold on to. 12 years of bad luck if you do not forward."&lt;br /&gt;WTF.&lt;br /&gt;I HATE CHAIN MAIL. PLEASE DON'T SEND IT TO ME. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;midwest love affair,&lt;br /&gt;i bend when i am bored.&lt;br /&gt;late night liqour blue will lead me to the floor.&lt;br /&gt;can we fake it, can we make believe?&lt;br /&gt;i'm so full of love it deeply sickens me.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HELLO.&lt;br /&gt;i am dead to the world.&lt;br /&gt;I CAME AT 8.30 AM TODAY AND MISSED MY NARRATIVE COMPOSITION TEST! it's the first time this term and i feel so crappy. i shall not be late, again. ROAR. i came in time to do the powerpoint presentation, though. ARIEL SCREWED UP. and syuhaidah kept saying "um" but currently, i don't think i'm on speaking terms with her. whatever it is, i won't let it get to me. i won't be a pessimist. OPTIMISTIC, PLEASE. &lt;br /&gt;literature powerpoint on The Clay Marble? no problem, as long as i am partners with people who will do their part. i've teamed up with pei wen and cen yun to do the project, yay! (: the powerpoint that we are doing has to be based on the 'characters' of those in the story. pretty easy, if you ask me. other groups have to do the PLOT.&lt;br /&gt;eva has informed me that 4x100m is tomorrow. eeeek, how? nicole definitely CANNOT run, her leg is still a mess. i wonder who's a good runner in our class. louisa, maybe? i hope someone doesn't act uncooperative and horrid tomorrow... WE HAVE TO WIN 4 BY 1OOM, AAAAAAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;but all i can do&lt;br /&gt;is close my eyes&lt;br /&gt;and cross my heart&lt;br /&gt;and hope to die &lt;br /&gt;cause you don't ever listen&lt;br /&gt;when i'm around.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after school today, i went back to my primary school with kimberly, annie and MJ for training but we ended up not training because kimberly didn't want to. i met atika and yan yi at bhps and we talked about the people at our school. their school sounds horrid compared to cedar, it's so conflict-ish. they want to transfer to cedar but i wonder if that's even possible at all. if it is, i'd gladly persuade them to transfer. we went home after that but sadly, I GOT LOCKED OUT OF MY OWN HOUSE because i didn't bring my key! i thought i lost in the house or something when i was looking for it this morning but it turns out that the key was hidden under my sister's STUFFED CAT. how insane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;the least you could do&lt;br /&gt;is take it back&lt;br /&gt;all the vicious remarks &lt;br /&gt;and verbal attacks &lt;br /&gt;cause i can't stand it&lt;br /&gt;when you're around.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no maths tomorrow, joy to the world.&lt;br /&gt;GOODBYE.&lt;br /&gt;`shazlinnn.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25998967-5190056617665187689?l=theworldconspired.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theworldconspired.blogspot.com/feeds/5190056617665187689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25998967&amp;postID=5190056617665187689' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25998967/posts/default/5190056617665187689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25998967/posts/default/5190056617665187689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theworldconspired.blogspot.com/2007/04/midwest-love-affair-i-bend-when-i-am.html' title=''/><author><name>shazlinnn.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15611721168433345193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25998967.post-488332115482400609</id><published>2007-04-11T20:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-11T05:23:42.735-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Eva&lt;/b&gt;: YOU'RE SO FAT, PEOPLE RUN 6 ROUNDS AROUND YOU FOR THEIR NAPFA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;me&lt;/b&gt;: WTF, haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Syu&lt;/b&gt;: HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA. *seriously 'LMAO'ing.*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;come on God, do I seem bulletproof?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;60m hurdles went great, i've won second place. i'm really happy with my results, i've won top eight/top three for all the events i've taken so far. after hurdles, we watched the sec three's and sec four's do triple jump. i want to be a triple jumper, it looks awesome. someone teach me, please?&lt;br /&gt;i want to widen my steps. i want to run faster and i want to do hurdles, long jump, high jump AND triple. tsk, tsk. ambitions...&lt;br /&gt;throughout the whole training, syuhaidah was cracking the lamest jokes ever, along with eva. HEH. i laughed like mad, not because of the jokes but because syuhaidah laughs WAY FUNNIER than muslihah. it's so hyena. x) taina said syuhaidah was a little bit strange. A LITTLE BIT?! no no, VERY.&lt;br /&gt;my FBT's melted because of the extreme heat of the concrete i was sitting on, i swear. and high jump pits are gross after it rains.&lt;br /&gt;i'm a little bit reluctant to go to school tomorrow but i HAVE to be present for the IPW presentation. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;but I know if I could do it over&lt;br /&gt;i would trade, give away all the words that I saved in my heart&lt;br /&gt;that I left unspoken&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;speechless.&lt;br /&gt;I CAN'T BELIEVE WHAT HAPPENED! the girl got heat stroke, she looked deaf/stoned. she couldn't do anything but hyperventilate. it's a bad thing. taina said she'd be okay but her never moving eyes were emotionless. there was no life in it. is that how people who suffered from heat stroke look like? i know i shouldn't be asking horrid stuff like that but i can't help it, i'm a very curious person. trust me to ask you the most random questions nonchalantly. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've traded my LARGE SIZED gardenia shirt with ashley's medium sized bougay shirt. the bougay shirt will fit me, so i can confuse people but i doubt ashley's even going to wear the garde shirt, ever. never mind, we still exchanged, didn't we?&lt;br /&gt;oh, well. alot happened today, trust me to be too lazy to blog it all. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOODBYE.&lt;br /&gt;`shazlinnn.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25998967-488332115482400609?l=theworldconspired.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theworldconspired.blogspot.com/feeds/488332115482400609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25998967&amp;postID=488332115482400609' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25998967/posts/default/488332115482400609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25998967/posts/default/488332115482400609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theworldconspired.blogspot.com/2007/04/eva-youre-so-fat-people-run-6-rounds.html' title=''/><author><name>shazlinnn.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15611721168433345193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25998967.post-3538108405582656507</id><published>2007-04-10T23:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-10T08:43:55.855-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;varsha&lt;/b&gt;: hahas.. i guess everything starts off like that, bunnie (: i can't say that i'm feeling loved very much also but wth.. gotta hope.. hoping is the best(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;anisiah&lt;/b&gt;: Haha. I thought knowing was the best? Knowing you're loved just makes everything more worth it, doesn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;varsha&lt;/b&gt;: yeah, and hoping everything will go right when you are not sure (aka knowing) haha.. you geddit? &gt;&lt; i just cut my fringe at e sides myself (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;anisiah&lt;/b&gt;: omg, don't ruin your hair, dear. and i don't get what you mean by what you said. heh, not easy to explain, eh? *thinks: huh? wtf does she mean?*&lt;br /&gt;TEXT ME CLEAN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hello.&lt;br /&gt;syifa is excited for Sports Day. she keeps a countdown on her blog. it's real cute. and she's insisting on guitar-er. guitarist sounds sexier, syifs! haha.&lt;br /&gt;i am exhausted. i can't keep my eye-lids from sliding shut. AND I AM STILL BLOGGING! i'm exhausted because after school today, i went with my IPW members to do some voluntary work at SPCA and talk to ms selina sebastian. we were there from 2.30 to 4.30. the long walk in to SPCA is super tiring. plus, i still had to walk back to take a bus back to school, read up the brochures and posters i took  and wait for lena's parents to pick us up. i was going to have to do the powerpoint at her house. sometimes it's tough being leader, heh. anyway, i did the powerpoint until 9.45 and then i finally went home from yio chu kang. alot's happened today, la. &lt;br /&gt;i wish IPW did not exist. it'd go *poof* in the rubbish bin. (:&lt;br /&gt;varsha trimmed her fringe shorter by herself. no, no. she shouldn't have done that. I WARN YOU VARSHA, it's recipe for complete disaster.&lt;br /&gt;ARIEL! i can't belive you &lt;s&gt;fucking&lt;/s&gt; walked to the bus stop in the rain! we actually passed by you in the car! oh, my.&lt;br /&gt;shit, wish me luck for hurdles tomorrow. i don't like races, they make my nervous system go headwired big time. i hope i don't injure my leg like nicole did during training on monday, it was horrible! she should've changed her leg when coach told her to. i hope her leg gets better. i don't like taking her trophies for her, i look damn poseur. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OKAY. i shall do my homework then collapse in bed. after i iron my uniform, wash the pot and bathe. shit, i hate chores. &lt;br /&gt;NOT TODAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BYEBYE.&lt;br /&gt;`shazlinnn.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25998967-3538108405582656507?l=theworldconspired.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theworldconspired.blogspot.com/feeds/3538108405582656507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25998967&amp;postID=3538108405582656507' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25998967/posts/default/3538108405582656507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25998967/posts/default/3538108405582656507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theworldconspired.blogspot.com/2007/04/varsha-hahas.html' title=''/><author><name>shazlinnn.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15611721168433345193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25998967.post-7963954621146287965</id><published>2007-04-09T22:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-09T07:02:35.695-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;EDITED&lt;/b&gt;;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://theworldconspired.blogspot.com&lt;br /&gt;WE ARE LOVE. BLOG REVAMP!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hello.&lt;br /&gt;i'm literally whining because i am hopeless at my mother tongue. i can't help anybody with it, so sorry. unless you're talking abt basic stuff, then maybe yeah.&lt;br /&gt;oh, god. WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT. of course i'm not like that, michelle! pffffft.&lt;br /&gt;that's disgusting.&lt;br /&gt;IPW is killing living brain-cells. i need as many of them as possible for the upcoming exams and common tests. SAVE ME! IPW is really taking it's toll, isn't it? ):&lt;br /&gt;who can replace NICOLE in the 10x80m race tomorrow, TEXT ME ASAP! we've lost a very valuable person for the winning of GARDENIA. save us.&lt;br /&gt;SYIFS THE BIG WIG. MUS THE 'GILA' GIRL. ANISIAH THE &lt;b&gt;GUITARIST&lt;/b&gt;. i play guitar, so it suits me just fine. (:&lt;br /&gt;i can't stop thinking about what michelle asked me. only three people know in the whole wide world what she had said; me, ariel and michelle. i'm disgusted. was that accusation?! ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;though nobody hears you scream,&lt;br /&gt;i'll scream with you.&lt;br /&gt;you'll be safe here.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BYE. &lt;br /&gt;`shazlinnn.&lt;br /&gt;P.S; i've got a craving for milk. and i'm obssesed with RIVERMAYA. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25998967-7963954621146287965?l=theworldconspired.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theworldconspired.blogspot.com/feeds/7963954621146287965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25998967&amp;postID=7963954621146287965' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25998967/posts/default/7963954621146287965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25998967/posts/default/7963954621146287965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theworldconspired.blogspot.com/2007/04/httptheworldconspired.html' title=''/><author><name>shazlinnn.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15611721168433345193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25998967.post-2180713139888180865</id><published>2007-04-08T07:49:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-08T07:57:39.147-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;your face lights up the sky on the highway. &lt;br /&gt;someday, you'll share your world with me someday. &lt;br /&gt;never in my life have I been more sure, &lt;br /&gt;so come on up to me and close the door. &lt;br /&gt;nobody's made me feel this way before; &lt;br /&gt;you're everything I wanted and more.&lt;br /&gt;for all I know you only see me as a friend.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hello.&lt;br /&gt;yes, it's rivermaya lyrics this time. why? because i went to the RIVERMAYA concert with my sister and her friend today; 080407. i swear, IT ROCKED. i was going deaf.&lt;br /&gt;JOHN MOLINA AND THE KROEGERS and THE GREAT SPY EXPERIMENT were playing. they were good. my sister's band; augustar, played alongside THE GREAT SPY EXPERIMENT before. they sound like a cross between Franz Ferdinand and The Killers, literally. but it was pretty good since i was in the mood. i wanted to dance but since everybody else wasn't, i didn't either. i regret that, i should've danced. never mind, I'M SATISFIED with my weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;nobody knows&lt;br /&gt;just why we're here&lt;br /&gt;could it be fate&lt;br /&gt;or random circumstance&lt;br /&gt;at the right place&lt;br /&gt;at the right time&lt;br /&gt;two roads intertwine&lt;br /&gt;and if the universe conspired&lt;br /&gt;to meld our lives&lt;br /&gt;to make us&lt;br /&gt;fuel and fire&lt;br /&gt;then know&lt;br /&gt;where ever you will be&lt;br /&gt;so too shall I be&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't know what to do anymore. are we still standing? are we holding on?  doubt so. are you going to stop being like this? are you going to step up, tell me again? are you going to talk to me, be there for me? are you going to be with me for much longer? doubt so. six months, still standing. how about seven or eight? it can only go on if you do something about it. i miss us, fix us. i miss you. i don't want us to disappear, not yet. were we by accident? were we not meant. ask yourself those questions, what are your answers. the world never conspired, we did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;remember how we laughed&lt;br /&gt;until we cried&lt;br /&gt;at the most stupid things&lt;br /&gt;like we were so high&lt;br /&gt;but love was all that we were on&lt;br /&gt;we belong&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm excited for dreaded school, that's a FIRST. :\&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BYE.&lt;br /&gt;`shazlinnn.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25998967-2180713139888180865?l=theworldconspired.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theworldconspired.blogspot.com/feeds/2180713139888180865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25998967&amp;postID=2180713139888180865' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25998967/posts/default/2180713139888180865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25998967/posts/default/2180713139888180865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theworldconspired.blogspot.com/2007/04/your-face-lights-up-sky-on-highway.html' title=''/><author><name>shazlinnn.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15611721168433345193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25998967.post-6605112963472036793</id><published>2007-04-07T00:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-06T09:40:14.225-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;do i ever cross your mind?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hello.&lt;br /&gt;study, watch Mr.Bean's Holiday, walk home, talk, laugh.&lt;br /&gt;i had fun with arshad, today. he made me forget how upset i was before. but now i'm home. but i'll keep smiling at school because i'm also happy. i'm confused with my emotions. i'm sad because of HIM. i'm happy because of school. i'm not going to mix things up, i'm going to seperate them and confide in the closest of friends. i hope it works.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;oh, my.&lt;br /&gt;save me.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;words, words;&lt;br /&gt;ariel; eek. i just found out that baobei means baby. hahaha. kinky? babe, i have been kinky ever since i was a baby. the first time i watched MTV, i mean. ^ ^&lt;br /&gt;shazlinnn; haha! MTV too dangerous, already. my kinky girl friend. LMAO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kinky? HAHA. (:&lt;br /&gt;i still love you, ariel. &lt;br /&gt;i miss michelle, syu and alex. PFFFFFT.&lt;br /&gt;AND HIM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;look into my eyes&lt;br /&gt;see the world around us spinning&lt;br /&gt;dry your tears and mine&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BYE.&lt;br /&gt;`shazlinnn.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25998967-6605112963472036793?l=theworldconspired.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theworldconspired.blogspot.com/feeds/6605112963472036793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25998967&amp;postID=6605112963472036793' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25998967/posts/default/6605112963472036793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25998967/posts/default/6605112963472036793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theworldconspired.blogspot.com/2007/04/do-i-ever-cross-your-mind-hello.html' title=''/><author><name>shazlinnn.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15611721168433345193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25998967.post-9002352859277931430</id><published>2007-04-06T14:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-06T00:08:38.484-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY PUDID&lt;/b&gt;! (:&lt;br /&gt;of course i remember, ding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hey.&lt;br /&gt;i've checked the results board;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;fifth&lt;/u&gt; for high jump.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;8th&lt;/u&gt; for javelin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;first&lt;/u&gt; for 4x200m.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;seventh&lt;/u&gt; for long jump.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;eight&lt;/u&gt; for 200m.&lt;br /&gt;YAY! i've still got two more events though. blow me good luck WISHES.&lt;br /&gt;lisa, the throws senior, is mad. ventured to toa payoh on tuesday. sat on the bus to toa payoh with eva yesterday. met arshad yesterday for a chat. passed my maths test. passed my geography test. MISSED my primary school friends.&lt;br /&gt;alot has happened. but not everybody needs to know it's inside details, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PICTURES OF OUR DYING DAY;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i136.photobucket.com/albums/q163/anisiahshazlin/860433927l.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;feet, water and sand?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i136.photobucket.com/albums/q163/anisiahshazlin/120135747l.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jin rong and alex.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i136.photobucket.com/albums/q163/anisiahshazlin/mrsmacs.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ariel; mrs macs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i136.photobucket.com/albums/q163/anisiahshazlin/hearseespeak.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we can't hear, see, speak; ariel, &lt;u&gt;me&lt;/u&gt;, syu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh.&lt;br /&gt;somehow, i don't seem to miss the old days. i do often think about my friends, but i don't miss them as much anymore. i'm enjoying the cedarian life. i'm sorry, i know i should be. i should never forget.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i should finish my homework at kfc.&lt;br /&gt;BYE.&lt;br /&gt;`shazlinnn.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25998967-9002352859277931430?l=theworldconspired.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theworldconspired.blogspot.com/feeds/9002352859277931430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25998967&amp;postID=9002352859277931430' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25998967/posts/default/9002352859277931430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25998967/posts/default/9002352859277931430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theworldconspired.blogspot.com/2007/04/happy-birthday-pudid-of-course-i.html' title=''/><author><name>shazlinnn.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15611721168433345193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25998967.post-7300043147538389886</id><published>2007-04-04T20:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-04T05:41:54.300-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;cry on the couch,&lt;br /&gt;all the poets come to life.&lt;br /&gt;fix me in 45.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hey.&lt;br /&gt;I AM DEPRESSED. well, a little. i'm still very happy at what the JUMPERS and GARDENIAS managed to achieve, but not me. yes, not me. i can't seem to do HJ, anymore. i don't know what is making me think so negatively but it's effecting me badly. i wish i was more confident. i shall try my best, again.&lt;br /&gt;i screwed up my jumps at only 125 cm, which is horribly low. and yes, i cried. i sat alone at the side and cried. everybody comforted me but i only smiled when syuhaidah had her PB. pfffft.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;save me.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;during training, benjamin tan kept looking at me. he's a ding. dingydingding.&lt;br /&gt;we did 120mx5 and on my last run, i worked my leg up too hard and i strained my hamstrings for awhile. it hurt so bad i stopped running and fell to the grass. thank god no teacher saw me, i would've died out of embarrassment, but alot of people did come to my rescue. even celeste, i think. (: yay, thank you all for caring. it doesn't hurt anymore but i'm not going to put my legs under too much pressure for now, just in case.&lt;br /&gt;me, tiffany and stephanie went to TP after training/competition and on the way to get food, we met up with eva, taina, lifen and wendelynn but they went to eat at pizza hut, i think. met up with jacinda, too. quite fun, la. we were sharing everything. x)&lt;br /&gt;i feel better, now. i love ranting and raving on my blog, it just takes the weight of things. I HAVE SOMEWHERE TO STORE MEMORIES, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;MEMORIES NEVER LONG FORGOTTEN.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BYE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;`&lt;b&gt;shazlinnn&lt;/b&gt;andhervintagesweetnothings.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25998967-7300043147538389886?l=theworldconspired.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theworldconspired.blogspot.com/feeds/7300043147538389886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25998967&amp;postID=7300043147538389886' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25998967/posts/default/7300043147538389886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25998967/posts/default/7300043147538389886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theworldconspired.blogspot.com/2007/04/cry-on-couch-all-poets-come-to-life.html' title=''/><author><name>shazlinnn.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15611721168433345193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25998967.post-7184691943788568127</id><published>2007-04-04T01:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-03T10:23:36.110-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;come break me down&lt;br /&gt;bury me, bury me&lt;br /&gt;i am finished with you&lt;br /&gt;look in my eyes&lt;br /&gt;you're killing me, killing me&lt;br /&gt;all I wanted was you.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hey.&lt;br /&gt;i miss &lt;b&gt;US&lt;/b&gt;. we used to be so close, yet now, we're drifting apart. it's not like we can changed everything now that we've lost part of it. i'm being strong, holding on. but i can't continue things like this forever. i miss you. when are we going to stop our childishness or grow up? it ain't anytime soon, is it...?&lt;br /&gt;don't get caught up in yourself.&lt;br /&gt;let it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's wednesday MORNING and i'm wide awake. when am i going to sleep? i assure you, it ain't anytime soon, too. pffffft.&lt;br /&gt;VARSHA AND ARIEL ARE MY BOOBOOPI'S. AND EVERY CEDARIAN &lt;u&gt;ROCKSTAR&lt;/u&gt; IS MY BAOBEI! hahas. aiya, i'm just wasting precious time, sitting here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BYE.&lt;br /&gt;shazlinnnisyour&lt;b&gt;rockstar&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;P.S; say it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;what if I wanted to break&lt;br /&gt;laugh it all off in your face&lt;br /&gt;what would you do? &lt;br /&gt;what if I fell to the floor&lt;br /&gt;couldn't take all this anymore&lt;br /&gt;what would you do, do, do?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25998967-7184691943788568127?l=theworldconspired.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theworldconspired.blogspot.com/feeds/7184691943788568127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25998967&amp;postID=7184691943788568127' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25998967/posts/default/7184691943788568127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25998967/posts/default/7184691943788568127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theworldconspired.blogspot.com/2007/04/come-break-me-down-bury-me-bury-me-i-am.html' title=''/><author><name>shazlinnn.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15611721168433345193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25998967.post-1042944374130365433</id><published>2007-04-03T17:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-03T08:02:41.220-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>EDITED;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;a god damned arms race.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hello.&lt;br /&gt;i'm at home with ariel. we're camwhoring, the usual. ariel's french teacher postponed her test to another day so she could come to my house. i came across cassandra and jocelyn at toa payoh mcdonalds. i was there with ariel, syu, alex and jin rong. &lt;b&gt;GAY&lt;/b&gt;. we were super gay. we should do this more, when we're not broke. being cashless ain't fun.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;there's a world outside of my front door&lt;br /&gt;that gets off on being down&lt;br /&gt;long live the car crash hearts&lt;br /&gt;cry on the couch all the poets come to life &lt;br /&gt;i found the safest place to keep all our old mistakes &lt;br /&gt;every dot com's refreshing for a journal update&lt;br /&gt;racing through the city&lt;br /&gt;windows down&lt;br /&gt;in the back of yellow checkered cars.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ariel's a mad cow. i'm going to let her blog. x)&lt;br /&gt;BYEBYE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;vintagesweetnothings;&lt;br /&gt;`shazlinnnLOVESyou.&lt;br /&gt;P.S; i have a vintage/retro umbrella.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25998967-1042944374130365433?l=theworldconspired.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theworldconspired.blogspot.com/feeds/1042944374130365433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25998967&amp;postID=1042944374130365433' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25998967/posts/default/1042944374130365433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25998967/posts/default/1042944374130365433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theworldconspired.blogspot.com/2007/04/god-damned-arms-race.html' title=''/><author><name>shazlinnn.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15611721168433345193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25998967.post-2062986840580891713</id><published>2007-04-01T20:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-01T05:04:21.998-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;don't pretend you ever forgot about me.&lt;br /&gt;we don't fight fair.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;false accusations, i tell you. i'm one hundred percent sure it wasn't me. IT WAS NOT ME. so stop blaming. i said before, if you decieve, others leave. you decieve me, you decieve others, too. believe me, for once.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;we don't fight fair.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25998967-2062986840580891713?l=theworldconspired.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theworldconspired.blogspot.com/feeds/2062986840580891713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25998967&amp;postID=2062986840580891713' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25998967/posts/default/2062986840580891713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25998967/posts/default/2062986840580891713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theworldconspired.blogspot.com/2007/04/dont-pretend-you-ever-forgot-about-me.html' title=''/><author><name>shazlinnn.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15611721168433345193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25998967.post-7740985635573848209</id><published>2007-04-01T14:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-31T23:53:27.357-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;you decieve,&lt;br /&gt;others leave.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no, i did not type those words.&lt;br /&gt;i did not type those words, but i defended you. i defended you because i've known you for long enough. four years to be exact. four not so happy years.&lt;br /&gt;we fought. we made up. we fought again. we made up again. and then, we forgot. and when we remembered, life wasn't the same. &lt;br /&gt;and now, when i call you, we act so distant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;stomp out this disaster town&lt;br /&gt;you'll put your eyes to the sun and say, "I know &lt;br /&gt;you're only blinding to keep back what the clouds are hiding."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;and we might've started singing just a little soon&lt;br /&gt;we're throwing stones at a glass moon.&lt;br /&gt;take two years and call me when you're better&lt;br /&gt;take teardrops of mine, find yourself wetter.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess we're ex-best friends. we're the face of has-beens, aren't we? this isn't a joke, this is our dying day.&lt;br /&gt;oh, well. call me, maybe we'll sort this out. you know who you are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HEARTS.&lt;br /&gt;P.S; library book, please?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25998967-7740985635573848209?l=theworldconspired.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theworldconspired.blogspot.com/feeds/7740985635573848209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25998967&amp;postID=7740985635573848209' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25998967/posts/default/7740985635573848209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25998967/posts/default/7740985635573848209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theworldconspired.blogspot.com/2007/04/you-decieve-others-leave.html' title=''/><author><name>shazlinnn.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15611721168433345193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25998967.post-974190419205479460</id><published>2007-03-31T16:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-31T01:23:47.125-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hello.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm very unhappy with blogger.&lt;br /&gt;if i could, i would throw a table at blogger.&lt;br /&gt;unfortunately, i can't. and that's making me even more angry.&lt;br /&gt;but i can kill the person who made blogger, right? well, not really. i'll be charged of murder. i can see myself in the headlines already.&lt;br /&gt;well, blogger seems to hate me, too. it likes to make me fume over things. &lt;br /&gt;for example;&lt;br /&gt;i found a new skin at blogskins.com and i did up my profile and everything. it took me two and a half horrid hours of typing, copying and pasting. once i saved it, i was horrified. jaw-dropping horrified.&lt;br /&gt;THE THING WAS NOT PROPER! well, i don't know how to explain it. it just showed the picture of a frog repeatedly and some words that i can't remember. i quickly changed it back to my initial skin and redid the profile, a little.&lt;br /&gt;and that's when i saw that varsha's skin was the skin i chose. so i'm partially saved. i don't like having the same skin as other people i know. it makes me look like a &lt;u&gt;poseur&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;oh, don't ask me what a poseur is. find out yourself.&lt;br /&gt;i realised something, too. i'm starting to lose touch with my primary school friends, but i don't want to.&lt;br /&gt;pffffft.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BYES.&lt;br /&gt;`shazlin&lt;b&gt;LOVES&lt;/b&gt;you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25998967-974190419205479460?l=theworldconspired.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theworldconspired.blogspot.com/feeds/974190419205479460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25998967&amp;postID=974190419205479460' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25998967/posts/default/974190419205479460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25998967/posts/default/974190419205479460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theworldconspired.blogspot.com/2007/03/hello_6775.html' title=''/><author><name>shazlinnn.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15611721168433345193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25998967.post-1909798635266968880</id><published>2007-03-31T12:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-30T21:27:53.688-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hello.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;fags&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;i'm starting to despise CHIJ Toa Payoh girls, alot. after all, wasn't Gayle Nerva from there? my sister told me all abt Gayle. she has NO DIGNITY, whatsoever. and yet, she can still act cute infront of the audience. PFFFT.&lt;br /&gt;if you want to know abt gayle, ask me. i am a walking Gayle encyclopedia. i've even met her and her EX-BF.&lt;br /&gt;the main reason why i despise IJ TP girls is because they snigger at cedarians and act like faggots. i'm sorry i'm very vulgar towards them, but this is self-opinionated. i don't despise ALL CHIJians, only CHIJTPians. hmph.&lt;br /&gt;self training on friday was okay, despite melissa torturing me during the 'abs workout'. i was dying on the mat while melissa was enjoying herself, ordering me to go faster. she wouldn't give me a break, to my horror. i had five seconds to recollect myself and start again but she made me laugh, too. she couldn't keep a straight face, either. HEH.&lt;br /&gt;pour the champagne, i might be getting a weekend job. anyone care to join me? maybe not, though. especially since i'll be working for my relative. she promised to pay me well, though. OH, JOY.&lt;br /&gt;ariel, get better soon. you're in a horrible state. you should've seen your own face on friday. made me worry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have nothing to say. nothing to rant on about so leave a tag, will you?&lt;br /&gt;BYES.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SHAZLINlovesYOU.&lt;br /&gt;P.S; teenagers do really scare the living shit out of me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25998967-1909798635266968880?l=theworldconspired.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theworldconspired.blogspot.com/feeds/1909798635266968880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25998967&amp;postID=1909798635266968880' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25998967/posts/default/1909798635266968880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25998967/posts/default/1909798635266968880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theworldconspired.blogspot.com/2007/03/hello_31.html' title=''/><author><name>shazlinnn.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15611721168433345193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25998967.post-6038999404203660490</id><published>2007-03-29T19:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-29T04:34:33.128-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;it get's so hard to walk away.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hello.&lt;br /&gt;i'm here to only tell you about long jump.&lt;br /&gt;and then, i'm leaving. &lt;br /&gt;i won seventh place, which is okay, considering my competition. at least i get two points and a reputation. my first jump was 3.25 m. second was 3.16, i think. and my third jump was a NO JUMP. pfffft.&lt;br /&gt;need more information? x)&lt;br /&gt;first place; Taffy.&lt;br /&gt;second; Tiffany.&lt;br /&gt;third; Nicole.&lt;br /&gt;fourth; Jin Rong.&lt;br /&gt;fifth; Tulasi.&lt;br /&gt;sixth; Natalie.&lt;br /&gt;seventh; ME.&lt;br /&gt;eight; Hafizah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh.&lt;br /&gt;OH, WELL. homework, it is. &lt;br /&gt;BYEBYE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;`shazlinnn&lt;b&gt;LOVES&lt;/b&gt;you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25998967-6038999404203660490?l=theworldconspired.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theworldconspired.blogspot.com/feeds/6038999404203660490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25998967&amp;postID=6038999404203660490' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25998967/posts/default/6038999404203660490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25998967/posts/default/6038999404203660490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theworldconspired.blogspot.com/2007/03/it-gets-so-hard-to-walk-away.html' title=''/><author><name>shazlinnn.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15611721168433345193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25998967.post-7437810625710079754</id><published>2007-03-28T21:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-28T06:11:51.758-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>oh, my.&lt;br /&gt;how many 'YAY's do i have to scream before i am satisfied? probably a billion but who cares when todays events unfolded so perfectly. i'm happy with my uber performance, already. x) GARDENIA, POWER!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;hello&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;as unbelievable as it may seem, we have already won.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had 200m today and in my heats, i WON FIRST. i hope my timing was alright. jinrong did damn well for 200m, too. so did nicole, tiffany, clara and some others who participated. great job, to them. (: me, too...&lt;br /&gt;then, as if it was &lt;u&gt;godsent&lt;/u&gt; (although i'm a non-believer.), nicole, syuhaidah, me and jin rong worked together and came out TOP in 4x200m STRAIGHT FINALS! whoots. i'm sorry about what happened, ixora girls. ): i sympathize. don't cry again, tiff. you did finish the race, after all. getting disqualified isn't fun, but at least you did your best, ixorians. &lt;br /&gt;oh, my. i am so &lt;b&gt;HYPPPERRR&lt;/b&gt;. i've been in a good mood ever since we won today and i've actually done chores. whoots.&lt;br /&gt;UH-OH. i forgot. after todays events, i still have &lt;u&gt;SEVEN&lt;/u&gt; more events to complete! but nevermind. i shall persevere and bring glory to my house AND my name. yayyayyay. tomorrow, there's long jump. and i'm really confident about it. probably because today went really well, i guess. but whatever it is, &lt;u&gt;JIAYOU&lt;/u&gt; TO ALL MANKIND! you'll need it. (:&lt;br /&gt;sigh. i've done the picture for kimmie. so kim, please grab it. (: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;applecore, who's you're friend?&lt;br /&gt;ME!&lt;/i&gt; &lt;br /&gt;chip and dale, hahas. :\&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, well. i shld be doing my abandoned homework now, so i'll ruin YOUR day by ending here. don't worry, i'll be &lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;BACK&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;`shazlinnnLOVESyou.&lt;br /&gt;HEARTS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S; syifa, stop bullying people. namely, ME. :\&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25998967-7437810625710079754?l=theworldconspired.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theworldconspired.blogspot.com/feeds/7437810625710079754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25998967&amp;postID=7437810625710079754' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25998967/posts/default/7437810625710079754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25998967/posts/default/7437810625710079754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theworldconspired.blogspot.com/2007/03/oh-my_28.html' title=''/><author><name>shazlinnn.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15611721168433345193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25998967.post-4379632443347114302</id><published>2007-03-27T17:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-27T02:40:26.555-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hello&lt;u&gt;ooooo&lt;/u&gt;o.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today was &lt;b&gt;crazy&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;lessons before recess were okay but the highlight of today was Captains Ball during english lessons. my team won 28-5. we trashed our opponents! x) i say the girl-of-the-match would either have to be cenyun or ariel. i can't judge and say that i myself was the girl-of-the-match, can i? &lt;br /&gt;ms yong was fun to play against. when she found out my initials, she kept calling me MISS A.S.S. and she kept saying thet i needed to marry someone with the initials; H.O.L.E. &lt;i&gt;pffffft&lt;/i&gt;. but she's uber nice. x)&lt;br /&gt;ms kwok's lessons are very easy to follow. she teaches very quickly and always exaggerates her expressions but that's okay, as long as she doesn't teach like mr chan. michelle is obssessed with the story i told her about mr chan. i think she also forgot to bring the newspaper cutting of taina's letter. she promised. x) &lt;u&gt;FAT COW&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;i fell asleep during art class and the operating manager, miss nair, walked around the school. when she saw me, cenyun said tt she was beckoning me to go to her so i did as i was told. she actually recognised me from the previous day and told me to meet her after school but when i went to meet her, she was OUT TO LUNCH. yes, she made and appointment and yet missed it herself. i had to rush to the side gate so i wouldn't be late in meeting aisyah and melissa to go home. we went to buy ice cream at mcdonalds first and then went home.&lt;br /&gt;i can't wait to alter my skirt next month or i will have to walk around with horrible &lt;i&gt;CURTAINS&lt;/i&gt; when i fold my skirt. hahas.&lt;br /&gt;i actually remembered to bring rachel's and rohaniza's presents today, which is a major plus. i kept forgetting up until this week. and tomorrow, i've got sports day events! thursday as well. i have 4x200m tomorrow and long jump on thursday. for 4x200m, nicole is first runner, syu is second, i'm third and jinrong's last runner. i'm pretty confident since all of us CAN run. i'm not implying anything, okay?&lt;br /&gt;i'm sick of shows repeating itself on television so these days, i've actually been listening to the RADIO. radio's okay. you don't have to suffer commercial breaks THAT badly. &lt;br /&gt;lifen talked about what she wanted to do after taking her 'O' Levels. she's got her life managed well, i guess. she wants to take a course concerning managing and go to polytechnic, not JC. i'm not sure about the difference between the two types of institutions but i presume it's  A BIG BIG difference, considering what lifen had mentioned. she was able to map out her life so easily. i'm absolutely &lt;u&gt;clueless&lt;/u&gt; as to what i want to work towards, besides professional journalism and managing my own business. maybe i'll take the arts course at sec three instead of triple science. SIGH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, well.&lt;br /&gt;i think i might just go insane if i keep thinking too much. i'm going to rest my head, it's &lt;i&gt;splitting&lt;/i&gt;. oh, my.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BYE.&lt;br /&gt;`shazlinnn.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25998967-4379632443347114302?l=theworldconspired.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theworldconspired.blogspot.com/feeds/4379632443347114302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25998967&amp;postID=4379632443347114302' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25998967/posts/default/4379632443347114302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25998967/posts/default/4379632443347114302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theworldconspired.blogspot.com/2007/03/hello-ooooo-o.html' title=''/><author><name>shazlinnn.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15611721168433345193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25998967.post-4998450521443388980</id><published>2007-03-26T22:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-26T07:02:25.802-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yes. i am dedicating this post to annie; 26 march.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU,&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU,&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU,&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happy birthday, &lt;b&gt;annie&lt;/b&gt;! you're a teenager already, i'm jealous.&lt;br /&gt;oh, shoot me. (: &lt;br /&gt;I HEART ANNIE. still.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;`shazlinnn.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25998967-4998450521443388980?l=theworldconspired.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theworldconspired.blogspot.com/feeds/4998450521443388980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25998967&amp;postID=4998450521443388980' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25998967/posts/default/4998450521443388980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25998967/posts/default/4998450521443388980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theworldconspired.blogspot.com/2007/03/yes.html' title=''/><author><name>shazlinnn.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15611721168433345193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25998967.post-7890247475551834033</id><published>2007-03-26T21:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-26T06:27:52.092-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>NEWLY RELEASED VIDEO.;&lt;br /&gt;My Chemical Romance - I Don't Love You&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, when you go&lt;br /&gt;Don't ever think I'll make you try to stay&lt;br /&gt;And maybe when you get back &lt;br /&gt;I'll be off to find another way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And after all this time that you still owe &lt;br /&gt;You're still the good-for-nothing I don't know&lt;br /&gt;So take your gloves and get out&lt;br /&gt;Better get out &lt;br /&gt;While you can&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you go&lt;br /&gt;Would you even turn to say&lt;br /&gt;"I don't love you&lt;br /&gt;Like I did&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I cry so hard from pleading&lt;br /&gt;So sick and tired of all the needless beating&lt;br /&gt;But baby when they knock you&lt;br /&gt;Down and out&lt;br /&gt;It's where you oughta stay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And after all the blood that you still owe&lt;br /&gt;Another dollar's just another blow&lt;br /&gt;So fix your eyes and get up &lt;br /&gt;Better get up&lt;br /&gt;While you can&lt;br /&gt;Whoa, whooa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you go&lt;br /&gt;Would you even turn to say&lt;br /&gt;"I don't love you&lt;br /&gt;Like I did&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday"&lt;br /&gt;Well come on, come on&lt;br /&gt;When you go&lt;br /&gt;Would you have the guts to say&lt;br /&gt;"I don't love you&lt;br /&gt;Like I loved you&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't love you &lt;br /&gt;Like I loved you&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't love you&lt;br /&gt;Like I loved you &lt;br /&gt;Yesterday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love My Chemical Romance. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;`&lt;u&gt;shazlinnn&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25998967-7890247475551834033?l=theworldconspired.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theworldconspired.blogspot.com/feeds/7890247475551834033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25998967&amp;postID=7890247475551834033' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25998967/posts/default/7890247475551834033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25998967/posts/default/7890247475551834033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theworldconspired.blogspot.com/2007/03/newly-released-video.html' title=''/><author><name>shazlinnn.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15611721168433345193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25998967.post-4197661619138686030</id><published>2007-03-26T20:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-26T05:54:38.042-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hello.&lt;br /&gt;oh, i love rain. i was walking to school from the macpherson bus stop when the light drizzle got heavier and heavier. i didn't run, i strolled into school and my friends were making  A HUGE fuss over me being drenched. it's just slightly acidic water, right? it's not that harmful, is it? even mrs foong coaxed me into changing into my dry PE teeshirt. and i had to go through all the trouble of changing during recess, as well.&lt;br /&gt;anyway, eva told me that i'm a pessimist. i agree with her. these past few days, i've not been very optimistic at all and i'm getting tired of looking on the uglier side of things. pfffft.&lt;br /&gt;i'm glad i know people who appreciate MCR as much as i do. absent mindedly, most people CLAIM to love My Chemical Romance when they only LIKE ONE SONG ON AN ALBUM. i can say that i'm a fan because i listen to their albums and love &lt;u&gt;every&lt;/u&gt; single song on 'Three Cheers For Sweet Revenge' and 'The Black Parade'. i dislike such people who claim that they love a band when they only know one song. oh, and i dislike poseurs BIG TIME. sad to say, i direct all my negative energy to this one girl in my class because i hate the fact that she is a poseur. i refuse to specify details and make everything obvious.&lt;br /&gt;wait, am i being pessimistic? oh, my.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;definition of a pessimist; a person who habitually sees or anticipates the worst or is disposed to be gloomy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay. i'm the total opposite, except that i can be gloomy sometimes, but doesn't everybody? i'm &lt;b&gt;HYPPPERR&lt;/b&gt; half the time but i'm half as bad as the politician to be, ARIEL. you should read her blog, sometime. she is one of the most random person i have ever met. if you were to compare her to me, she'd win but i'd be close behind, talking jibberish. (: oh, well. that's me, for you.&lt;br /&gt;tiffany is UPPER CLASS HYPER, already. i needn't say anything as those who know her will understand. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, my. i am deprived of sleep. &lt;br /&gt;i'll be gone for awhile. (:&lt;br /&gt;BYES.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;`shazlinnnlovesyou.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25998967-4197661619138686030?l=theworldconspired.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theworldconspired.blogspot.com/feeds/4197661619138686030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25998967&amp;postID=4197661619138686030' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25998967/posts/default/4197661619138686030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25998967/posts/default/4197661619138686030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theworldconspired.blogspot.com/2007/03/hello_5375.html' title=''/><author><name>shazlinnn.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15611721168433345193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25998967.post-5233860445687086941</id><published>2007-03-26T00:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-26T07:11:06.693-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hello. (:&lt;br /&gt;okay, what better way than to spend a sunday than ON THE OTHER SIDE OF THE COUNTRY.&lt;br /&gt;i was missing from infront of my computer screen because i was at the SAA National Relay Championships today, watching the athletes run and spurring them on. we achieved quite alot, considering our competition. &lt;br /&gt;anyways, i met rachel there. and we screamed alot. and guess who is saw? WILSON'S SISTER; &lt;b&gt;JENNIFER JANETH&lt;/b&gt;! i was shocked. she is in ACJC, anglo chinese junior college. i look up to her, she's good at sports and studies. she was from cedar, too! :D hahas. we're INTERCONNECTED, somehow. &lt;br /&gt;i wanted to go up to her and say "hi." but i realised that she'd probably stare and me and ask me who i am. what my reply would have been; "erm. your brothers girlfriend...?" OH, MY. so i stalked off, in search for the water cooler. &lt;br /&gt;after all the events, i settled myself on the ground directly infront of the standee thingy. what the hell is it called, anyway?! oh, well. watched the whole thing, cheered a little for people i knew from other schools and SANG SCHOOL CHEERS. how enthu am i? (: hahas. i went home with my seniors and i believe they took some pictures. i'll try to upload them. TRY.&lt;br /&gt;reached home and actually finished my homework. arshad came to visit and taught me maths. i guess i understand more now. it's pretty simple, of you've got someone beside you, explaining as you go. :\&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EDITED;&lt;br /&gt;oh, my. another dream gone wrong. :\ i'm not telling you about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BYES.&lt;br /&gt;`anisiahHEARTSyou.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25998967-5233860445687086941?l=theworldconspired.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theworldconspired.blogspot.com/feeds/5233860445687086941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25998967&amp;postID=5233860445687086941' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25998967/posts/default/5233860445687086941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25998967/posts/default/5233860445687086941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theworldconspired.blogspot.com/2007/03/hello_26.html' title=''/><author><name>shazlinnn.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15611721168433345193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25998967.post-5220031163885558926</id><published>2007-03-24T14:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-23T23:03:46.208-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>♥hello.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;say what you can say,&lt;br /&gt;forget what you've been told.&lt;br /&gt;it's only a matter of attention,&lt;br /&gt;direction,&lt;br /&gt;go easy on my conscience.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(guitar solo.) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's part of the lyrics of my friend's song. he wrote it himself and played the guitar along with it, sending it to my sisters phone. you'd never know it was him. he is pretty talented, after all. &lt;br /&gt;this is my second entry. SO MUCH FOR THIRSTY AND AIR-CON DEPRIVED, i haven't moved from this spot at all. I LOVE MY COMPUTER. doesn't everybody. *hugs CPU.*&lt;br /&gt;thank god for the WorldWide Web. i would've died, not contacting my friends via internet. my handphone's dead. telephone isn't good enough. SOCIAL PSYCHO. sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alright, alright. i shall not be a bimbo and end here, yet again.&lt;br /&gt;BYES.&lt;br /&gt;"this calls for a toast, so pour the champagne."&lt;br /&gt;`shazlinnn.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25998967-5220031163885558926?l=theworldconspired.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theworldconspired.blogspot.com/feeds/5220031163885558926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25998967&amp;postID=5220031163885558926' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25998967/posts/default/5220031163885558926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25998967/posts/default/5220031163885558926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theworldconspired.blogspot.com/2007/03/hello_24.html' title=''/><author><name>shazlinnn.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15611721168433345193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25998967.post-587190421605696011</id><published>2007-03-24T13:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-23T22:11:22.582-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>oh, my.&lt;br /&gt;remember how i &lt;u&gt;sucked&lt;/u&gt; on wednesday? i sucked just as bad during training on friday.&lt;br /&gt;i feel like crap. but i'm really happy that wendelynn, aisyah and melissa had won first three placings for triple jump! at first, aisyah broke the record, then wendelynn went on to break aisyah's record! all three are jumpers, yay. &lt;br /&gt;JUMPERS, JUMPERS! WE LOVE JUMPERS!&lt;br /&gt;OH. about the shot put, CHAN ZHI XUAN HAS CONFIRMED WON FIRST PLACE IN IT! she's in gardenia, too! BREAD PEOPLE ROCK MY SOCKS! whoots.&lt;br /&gt;ariel's been led to believe that she is &lt;u&gt;horny&lt;/u&gt;. let me define that word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;horny; "lustful, sexually aroused," definitely in use 1889, perhaps attested as early as 1863; from late 18c. slang expression to have the horn, suggestive of male sexual excitement (but eventually applied to women as well). -http://www.dictionary.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay. that does explain the word very well. well, ariel. do you still believe that you're horny, now? cause if you describe yourself with that &lt;i&gt;vulgar slang&lt;/i&gt;, i'm not coming anywhere near you. (: please don't follow michelle and syuhaidah, claiming that they're bisexuals. even worse, don't go around claiming you're a homosexual, we ARE from a girls' school, you know? people are led to believe that students from single gender schools are either homosexual or bisexual unless they have a boyfriend. usually, i attack those people but because they do not have their own opinions on the matter, i refuse to insult them. really, even my primary school teacher told me this, once; "in a girls' school, you will undergo a phase in which you will start liking someone of the same sex. but you don't have to worry, it's just that you will be deprived." HELLO?! i'm not deprived. in fact, i'd rather be deprived than go to clubs, acting like you're sixteen just to get male attention. PLEASE. people with well-developed opinions have seen the advantages of being in a girls' school yet some unaware people somewhere out there still think that we are lesbians or gays. take pity on us, the teachers are already tough on us. stop misleading others, telling them that we are of a different sexual orientation. GOSH. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ARIEL! look what you did, you made me adress another political issue on my blog. never mind, at least i have my own opinion on the matter. i might just become a politician when i start work, even though i never ever want to become one. politicians have so much influence on the society, though. i need a career path, ASAP. or i'll take the wrong course at secondary three. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways,&lt;br /&gt;my first sports day event is 4x200m. well, at least it should be. i should be training on my timing and baton passing, or we'll either be disqualified or JUST BLATANTLY LOSE. i'll only do that after jinrong has rested long enough. she has competition today. JIAYOU, JINRONG! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alright, i'm done for the day. i'm thirsty and my room beckons me. i am air-con deprived, NOT BOY DEPRIVED. i have my reasons. &lt;3 you, wil. try and change my mind, politicians!&lt;br /&gt;BYES!&lt;br /&gt;"so testerone boys and harlequin girls, will you dance to this beat, and hold a lover close?" &lt;br /&gt;`shazlinnn.- LOVESYOU.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25998967-587190421605696011?l=theworldconspired.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theworldconspired.blogspot.com/feeds/587190421605696011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25998967&amp;postID=587190421605696011' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25998967/posts/default/587190421605696011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25998967/posts/default/587190421605696011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theworldconspired.blogspot.com/2007/03/oh-my.html' title=''/><author><name>shazlinnn.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15611721168433345193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25998967.post-9085842419129954534</id><published>2007-03-22T18:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-22T04:42:34.119-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hellos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;muslihah, YOU LAUGH LIKE CRAP! HAHAHAS. you sound constipated. you sound like you can't breathe! hahahas.&lt;br /&gt;anyways, it's rachel's birthday today. ((: HAPPY BIRTHDAY, GIRL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU,&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU,&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU,&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i will pass you your present tomorrow. sorry i didn't wish you while we were at school, i completely was oblivious about it! my friend's birthday was today, too, so i got mixed up a little. (:&lt;br /&gt;we finally got our house teeshirts today! &lt;b&gt;GARDENIA&lt;/b&gt; ROCKS! i think i made a mistake when i bought one shirt sized 'M' and another sized 'L' because the 'L' is just too big! i'm so thin, i don't even look pompous in the teeshirt. i guess i'll either exchange it with my senior or something. &lt;br /&gt;GARDENIA; GREEN.&lt;br /&gt;GREEN; ROCKSTARS.&lt;br /&gt;yayyayyay, gardenia shall win OVERALL HOUSE CHAMPIONS, YEAH! ((:&lt;br /&gt;omfg, what's the racket downstairs?! *looks out window* AH, CRAZY CHINESE PEOPLE! what if i want to do homework. OR SLEEP! they've been going on all day, making so much noise with whatever show they are playing and with the super retarded voice of this shrieking lady. GOSH. *shuts window and blasts music.* that's much better.&lt;br /&gt;i miss seeing all my old primary school friends everyday. well, just a teeny bit. i guess i love my social life now, not so much then. *hugs friends* you make me feel like dancing, HAHAHA. (: 'scissor sisters' turn to 'glitter sisters'. michelle told me abt it. some group of people calling them 'glitter sisters' and singing songs similar to 'scissor sisters'. anyways, i miss HIM, too, although i still talk to him alot. we haven't been going out lately. ): makes me sad. maybe we won't be so busy next month. i hope to see HIM soon, though.. &lt;br /&gt;i guess i'm still sad abt the t&amp;f thing but i'm threequarters happier! that onequarter of me is confused and doesn't know how to deal with it. my brain's just not functioning right, la. &lt;br /&gt;i better go put my brain to good use. i've got quite alot of homework today, anyways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"wasting words on lower cases and capitals."&lt;br /&gt;BYES.&lt;br /&gt;`anisiah&lt;b&gt;loves&lt;/b&gt;you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25998967-9085842419129954534?l=theworldconspired.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theworldconspired.blogspot.com/feeds/9085842419129954534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25998967&amp;postID=9085842419129954534' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25998967/posts/default/9085842419129954534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25998967/posts/default/9085842419129954534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theworldconspired.blogspot.com/2007/03/hellos.html' title=''/><author><name>shazlinnn.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15611721168433345193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25998967.post-4134989017782776399</id><published>2007-03-22T18:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-22T03:32:32.261-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>stolen from VARSHA! thankyou, giirl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ALTERNATIVE:&lt;br /&gt;[x] Weezer&lt;br /&gt;[x] Paramore&lt;br /&gt;[x] Panic! At The Disco&lt;br /&gt;[ ] October Fall&lt;br /&gt;[x] The Academy Is...&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Coheed And Cambria&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Bayside&lt;br /&gt;[x] Yellowcard&lt;br /&gt;[x] Sugarcult&lt;br /&gt;[ ] The Dresden Dolls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TOTAL= [6]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;COUNTRY:&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Rascal Flatts&lt;br /&gt;[x] Carrie Underwood&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Leanne Rhymes&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Garth Brooks&lt;br /&gt;[x] Dixie Chicks&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Kenny Chesney&lt;br /&gt;[x] Tim McGraw&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Faith Hill&lt;br /&gt;[x] Shania Twain&lt;br /&gt;[x] Johnny Cash&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TOTAL= [5]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EMO:&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Hawthorne Heights&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Halifax&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Forgive Durden&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Amber Pacific&lt;br /&gt;[x] The Red Jumpsuit Apparatus&lt;br /&gt;[ ] From First to Last&lt;br /&gt;[x] Senses Fail&lt;br /&gt;[ ] underOATH&lt;br /&gt;[x] Something Corporate&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Hit the Lights&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Dear Whoever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TOTAL= [3]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;INDIE:&lt;br /&gt;[ ] The Hush Sound&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Eisley&lt;br /&gt;[x] Death Cab for Cutie&lt;br /&gt;[x] Dashboard Confessional&lt;br /&gt;[x] The Killers&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Yeah Yeah Yeahs&lt;br /&gt;[x] Hot Hot Heat&lt;br /&gt;[x] Gym Class Heroes&lt;br /&gt;[x] Franz Ferdinand&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Modest Mouse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TOTAL= [6]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;METAL:&lt;br /&gt;[x] Slipknot&lt;br /&gt;[ ] System of a Down&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Disturbed&lt;br /&gt;[x] Metallica&lt;br /&gt;[x] Guns n' Roses&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Lamb of God&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Slayer&lt;br /&gt;[ ] The Used&lt;br /&gt;[x] Hatebreed&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Killswitch Engage&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TOTAL= [3]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;POP:&lt;br /&gt;[x] Teddy Geiger&lt;br /&gt;[x] Ashlee Simpson&lt;br /&gt;[x] Kelly Clarkson&lt;br /&gt;[x] Jesse McCartney&lt;br /&gt;[x] Avril Lavigne&lt;br /&gt;[x] Pink&lt;br /&gt;[x] The Veronicas&lt;br /&gt;[x] Daniel Powter&lt;br /&gt;[x] James Blunt&lt;br /&gt;[x] Natasha Beddingfield&lt;br /&gt;[x] Ryan Cabrera&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TOTAL=[11]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;POWERPOP/POP PUNK/PUNK:&lt;br /&gt;[x] Hellogoodbye&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Cute is What We Aim For&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Cartel&lt;br /&gt;[x] The Click Five&lt;br /&gt;[x] Fall Out boy&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Lucky Boys Confusion&lt;br /&gt;[x] Good Charlotte&lt;br /&gt;[x] Bowling for Soup&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Relient K&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Less Than Jake&lt;br /&gt;[x] Simple Plan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TOTAL= [6]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RAP:&lt;br /&gt;[x] Ying Yang Twins&lt;br /&gt;[x] T.I.&lt;br /&gt;[x] Paul Wall&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Tupac&lt;br /&gt;[x] Jamie Foxx&lt;br /&gt;[x] Ludacris&lt;br /&gt;[x] Lil' Jon&lt;br /&gt;[x] Outkast&lt;br /&gt;[x] 50 Cent&lt;br /&gt;[x] Kanye West&lt;br /&gt;[x] Notorious B.I.G&lt;br /&gt;[x] Young Jeezy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TOTAL SO FAR= [11]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SKA:&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Reel Big Fish&lt;br /&gt;[ ] The Specials&lt;br /&gt;[x] Mad Caddies&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Rancid&lt;br /&gt;[ ] The Aquabats&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Sublime&lt;br /&gt;[x] No Doubt&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Madness&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Operation Ivy&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Bob Marley&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TOTAL= [2]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ROCK:&lt;br /&gt;[x] Taking Back Sunday&lt;br /&gt;[x] All American Rejects&lt;br /&gt;[x] Motion City Soundtrack&lt;br /&gt;[x] Avenged Sevenfold&lt;br /&gt;[x] Angels &amp; Airwaves&lt;br /&gt;[x] Evanescence&lt;br /&gt;[x] My Chemical Romance&lt;br /&gt;[x] Brand New&lt;br /&gt;[x] Green Day&lt;br /&gt;[x] Blink 182&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TOTAL= [10]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CLASSIC ROCK:&lt;br /&gt;[x] The Beatles&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Led Zeppelin&lt;br /&gt;[x] The Rolling Stones&lt;br /&gt;[ ] The Who&lt;br /&gt;[x] Pink Floyd&lt;br /&gt;[ ] The Doors&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Jimi Hendrix&lt;br /&gt;[x] Queen&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Van Halen&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Bob Dylan&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Simon&amp;Garfunkel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TOTAL= [4]&lt;br /&gt;OVERALL= [68]&lt;br /&gt;i like music. ((:&lt;br /&gt;wait for the second entry.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25998967-4134989017782776399?l=theworldconspired.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theworldconspired.blogspot.com/feeds/4134989017782776399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25998967&amp;postID=4134989017782776399' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25998967/posts/default/4134989017782776399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25998967/posts/default/4134989017782776399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theworldconspired.blogspot.com/2007/03/stolen-from-varsha-thankyou-giirl.html' title=''/><author><name>shazlinnn.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15611721168433345193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25998967.post-1445501568506977307</id><published>2007-03-21T19:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-21T05:17:09.549-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>EDITED;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;FUCK&lt;/s&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;life is so screwed up at the moment.&lt;br /&gt;thank god for friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, JUMP! CLEARED HEIGHT!&lt;br /&gt;1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, JUMP! failed.&lt;br /&gt;it's history. i'm a born loser.&lt;br /&gt;I'M NEVER GOING TO THE &lt;u&gt;NATIONAL JUNIOR MEET&lt;/u&gt; IF I KEEP THIS UP! WHAT'S WRONG WITH ME!? WHY CAN'T I JUMP?! WHY AM I STILL TRAUMATISED?! WHY CAN'T I FACE MY FEARS AND IMAGINE THE POLE IS NOT THERE?! WHY CAN'T I JUST JUMP NORMALLY?! why. why must i be so sad. why did i cry when i couldn't do it? there is an answer but i'm too afraid to say it. why am i so angry at myself for not being able to jump? most importantly; WHAT THE HELL DID I DO TO MAKE MY LEG THIS PAINFUL?! it hurts so bad and it's my POWER LEG. i want it to heal up but i'm not wonderwoman. i'm a normal girl with ambitions and broken ones, too. i've always been competitive and now that i'm not doing so well, i'm shattered. i've no longer got anything to take pride in. wendelynn says i can jump, but can i really? i guess i've got to clear my thoughts and restart again. forget i ever did anything wrongly. try my best. NO, DO MY BEST. i'll strive, and in the end, i'll TRIUMPH. but i need help. this isn't just a phase, i need to be convinced. i know it, but i can't help myself...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh my, all this over high jump. it's my dream; so why not?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IT'S TIME FOR THE TAKE OVER BECAUSE THE BREAK'S OVER!&lt;br /&gt;MOTIVATION, heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;byes.&lt;br /&gt;`anisiah-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25998967-1445501568506977307?l=theworldconspired.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theworldconspired.blogspot.com/feeds/1445501568506977307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25998967&amp;postID=1445501568506977307' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25998967/posts/default/1445501568506977307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25998967/posts/default/1445501568506977307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theworldconspired.blogspot.com/2007/03/fuck.html' title=''/><author><name>shazlinnn.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15611721168433345193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25998967.post-8309321617400061143</id><published>2007-03-20T18:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-20T03:30:29.865-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>EDITED;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hello.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'M SO HUNGRY! and there's no food at home. i guess i'll have to eat bread till my sister reaches home...&lt;br /&gt;today, we had our science test and our literature tests. i'm pretty confident for literature since it's a language thingy but for science, i freaked out when i couldn't remember the formulae for finding the volume of a cylinder. i just did what i assumed was right, hopefully it is. if not i'll be so PAISEH! i'm the science representative after all.&lt;br /&gt;after the tests, we had gym. gym was okay but i got a major headache when i did the backwards roll. and now my neck hurts.&lt;br /&gt;MY BLACK SHIRT C. GUY was there! MUAHAHA. michelle and ariel made me jealous which made me quiet so they thought i was angry with them, when i wasn't. after P.E., we have jogging and when i went up to nicole, her first reaction was; "WHY DO YOU FLIRT WITH MR CHAN?" i don't &lt;s&gt;FUCKING&lt;/s&gt; FLIRT WITH ANYBODY! she's the one going around making lame jokes with all the male teachers. that made my day, didn't it? so i retaliated by saying; "WTF?! i shall not talk to anyone today, why is everyone acting so ****ing weird." and stalked off... the jumpers came up to me and kept asking if i was okay because i was curled up on the floor, hugging me knees and waiting. you have no idea how f'ed up it feels to be accused of something like that. i even did not talk to syu because syu was the one with her when i had approached them. she's got a problem, man. big time.&lt;br /&gt;after jogging, i sulked around the school during recess. when i came back to class after changing, i sat at my chair and ignored everyone. mind you, i've never done this before so their immediate reaction was to ask me if i was alright which i blatantly replied with a yes. and the first two people to make me happy again were ariel and cenyun. heehee. x) they brightened up my day. i was okay after that. malay, maths and geography was interesting. cikgu noorhani was talking abt issues that teenagers need to know abt so she made us watch this programme called &lt;i&gt;hanyut&lt;/i&gt;. didn't understand much cause it was in malay. hahas.&lt;br /&gt;AND FINALLY, like it was godsent, cenyun went home MY WAY! whoots. we took 90 to my bus stop and then she changed over to 966. waited for her then rushed home. my dad was at home so i couldn't play music or anything. i did my homework instead and then fell asleep.&lt;br /&gt;but today wasn't the most boring even though i stated that by falling asleep during the tests and lessons. thank god i wasn't targeted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've still got some corrections to do so i'll blog tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;BYES!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"ONE NIGHT AND ONE MORE TIME, THANKS FOR THE MEMORIES EVEN THOUGH THEY WEREN'T SO GREAT."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;anisiah&lt;/b&gt;lovesyou.&lt;br /&gt;:DDD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25998967-8309321617400061143?l=theworldconspired.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theworldconspired.blogspot.com/feeds/8309321617400061143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25998967&amp;postID=8309321617400061143' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25998967/posts/default/8309321617400061143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25998967/posts/default/8309321617400061143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theworldconspired.blogspot.com/2007/03/hello_20.html' title=''/><author><name>shazlinnn.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15611721168433345193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25998967.post-5703217360328873364</id><published>2007-03-19T14:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-20T02:59:33.813-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>EDITED;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hello.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saturday was the most fun day during the march holidays. oh, guess why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;saturday, 17 march&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;okay. i've said this many times before but i shall say it again; ESCAPE THEME PARK! hahas. damn funny. the reason? firstly, i got lost in pasir ris for ONE HOUR. which sucks but when i finally met the rest of them, it was pretty funny. camwhored in the public toilet, HEH. the first ride i rode that day was the RAINBOW. hahas. i was freaked out at first because i thought it was really freaky, going THAT high but when i was on the actual thing, i LOVED the feeling.&lt;br /&gt;it was quite similar to the beach, actually. the view is awesome. the wind hitting my face was warm and i felt like i was free-falling. adrenaline is addictive. when you're right at the top, you feel free. *me; FLY FREE, BIRD-IE!* hahas.&lt;br /&gt;then, THE HAUNTED HOUSE. damn funny. i went in five times altogether but the first time was super freaky.&lt;br /&gt;all seven of us went in, thinking there was nothing lurking in the corners. haha. oh, but that was where i was wrong. i took one pathetic step forward, a little freaked. i was hoping that tammie would take a step forward too but she cowered back. (i sound so heroic, heehee.) i looked at tammie, urging her. and when i turned back to take another pathetic step, SOMETHING came. it was fully clothed in white with this &lt;s&gt;FUCKING&lt;/s&gt; freaky face. my insides screwed up when it started crawling realistically towards us. it targeted tammie first. we all backed up against the wall and the thing lurched itself at tammie. you know what her reaction was? TAMMIE KICKED HIM! hahahas. damn, damn, damn funny. i ordered her not to kick IT. and then it moved back a little and LURCHED ITSELF AT ME. i freaked out and repeatedly said, "i'm not going to cry, i'm not going to cry." and i was looking down and you know what i saw? IT WAS WEARING CONVERSE SHOES. so i proceeded to be a jerk and say, "why are you wearing converse shoes?" it was so stupid. and that was when a escape theme park person came to save us because we were too freaked out to move. he opened the door and we ran out. you should have been there. ((:&lt;br /&gt;me and ariel went alone, too. thank god that THING was gone. *sighs from relief*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i learnt new words during malay lessons today.&lt;br /&gt;1)andaka; WILD BULL&lt;br /&gt;2)dambin; AS FAT AS AN OX&lt;br /&gt;3)ebi; A TYPE OF DRIED SHRIMP&lt;br /&gt;4)aba-aba; command&lt;br /&gt;5)rutup; CRACKLE OF FOOD FRYING&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm so lame.&lt;br /&gt;i've got to go, track and field's going to start soon. &lt;br /&gt;BYES!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;anisiah&lt;/b&gt;lovesyou.&lt;br /&gt;"FORGET WHAT WE'RE TOLD, BEFORE WE GET TOO OLD."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25998967-5703217360328873364?l=theworldconspired.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theworldconspired.blogspot.com/feeds/5703217360328873364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25998967&amp;postID=5703217360328873364' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25998967/posts/default/5703217360328873364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25998967/posts/default/5703217360328873364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theworldconspired.blogspot.com/2007/03/hello_19.html' title=''/><author><name>shazlinnn.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15611721168433345193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25998967.post-53276689304650445</id><published>2007-03-16T18:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-16T05:47:10.774-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>EDITED;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hello.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;you bleed just to know you're alive.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there are depressing stories. i listen to my friends confide, and i feel a pang of guilt. i'm much better off than most of them, emotionally. some slit their wrists, and when i see the scars or self-inflicted bruises, i feel like curling up and dying inside because they are really important to me. all of them are. my friends are what keeps me going, what i look forward to everyday and yet occasionally i get a few who direct all their anger at me. and i want to tell them to stop, to not be like that but i can't because i don't influence them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;oh, god. my weakness is seeing others wilt away...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;that's pretty darn deep.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ystd, i went to meet the guys at east coast, even though no other girl was going. I WENT THERE FOR NO REASON. i reached the place, tried finding all of them for half an hour and when i met them, they left approximately five minutes after. they left for escape theme park and i didn't want to go so i sent them off and then sat down on the big rocks on the beach.&lt;br /&gt;i really didn't want to leave. the waves that crashed onto the rocks were soothing and i enjoyed looking at Bintam and Batam in the distance, wondering what it's like to be living there. the ships were fascinating, i guess. the smoke coming from them looked like black swirls of ink in a glass of water; the sky. the sand was soft, my feet sank into it. i guess the beach is my favourite place to be. i love it.&lt;br /&gt;but my day wasn't all happy, happy. the weather looked bad, although it really wasn't. my sister smsed me to go home because she said that it was really scary to be at the beach when it was raining and to witness the violent waves crashing onto the shore. i was sceptical, of course, but i went home, anyway.&lt;br /&gt;i reached home, all ready to take a nice &lt;s&gt;warm&lt;/s&gt; COLD shower and dive into the sanctuary of my bed. heehee. x) but my sister insisted i go with her and my brother to orchard. i was all hyped up abt it at first but when we got off the bus, i felt really dizzy and sleepy. it's probably because i haven't been eating much. i notice it but i'm never really hungry. i wanted to watch The Pursuit of Happiness with my brother but i was late to buy the ticket, grrr.&lt;br /&gt;went home, collapsed and woke up late for TRACK&amp;FIELD the next morning.&lt;br /&gt;my breakfast was lame; MILK. lmao. i walked to toa payoh stadium and i was SO SO HAPPY! balestier hill primary was training there after all!!! i saw my juniors, mr ravi and coach while training, heehee. x)&lt;br /&gt;during training, i don't know what i did but my foot really hurts. maybe i cracked another bone like i cracked my ribs? who knows. since we haven't done any other heights during high jump and the highest we have done is 125, i guess my PB so far is 125. heh. wait until we try higher heights. ((:&lt;br /&gt;after training, us jumpers went to go eat at mcd, AGAIN. but after discovering that it was too full, we walked to mos burger instead(still too FULL). the seniors ate at mos burger but me, tiffany, hafizah, mardiyanah and yun yun carried walking on till we bumped into wendelynn and jacinda. we watched the CAMPUS SUPERSTAR male auditions for awhile, went to eat kfc and then came back to watch it again. tiffany knew this guy there, named bernard (i have NO IDEA how you spell it.), so i helped her scream his name. he actually got in! heehee x) tiffany wants to try for CAMPUS SUPERSTAR but she's a nervous wreck. i'll support her if she decides to go tmr, with jacinda. lol.&lt;br /&gt;tmr, we're going to escape theme park to celebrate tammie's bday, which was long ago but we didn't have time to celebrate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;oh, shoot me. i'm hyper.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh, quite fun la. i'm glad the last few days of my holiday is going to &lt;u&gt;ROCK&lt;/u&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm replying to the people who have tagged me through here because there's something wrong with my tagboard;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;toCHERNERN&lt;/b&gt;; nahh, it's okay. i'm definitely not angry with anyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;toWANTINGG&lt;/b&gt;; IT'S GOING TO BE SO FUN! hahas. i can't wait for tmr. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;toROHANIZA&lt;/b&gt;; i will. i'll smile. heh, you're concerned! ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;toJINGWEN&lt;/b&gt;; decide for yourself, wen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;toVARSHA&lt;/b&gt;; I KNOW WHY! you bring BOO along, don't you?! heehee. x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;toARIEL&lt;/b&gt;; i'm as hyped up as you. it's going to be UBER. 'wet&amp;wild' is NOT called 'the log thing', dumdum! hahas; "DUMDUM WANT GUMGUM!" lmao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;toARSHAD&lt;/b&gt;; ohmygod, you are my weakness. please don't be that way. i'll scream with you &amp; you'll be safe here. i'm just the godsis but one small thing makes a big difference. you know what i mean, right? if you need anything, my arms are wide open.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okays, that's it for today. really long entry, so enjoy. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"everything's made to be broken."&lt;br /&gt;BYES.&lt;br /&gt;`&lt;u&gt;anisiah&lt;/u&gt;lovesyou.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S; REDJUMPSUITAPPARATUS!&lt;br /&gt;http://www.plyrics.com/lyrics/redjumpsuitapparatus/yourguardianangel.html&lt;br /&gt;http://www.plyrics.com/lyrics/redjumpsuitapparatus/facedown.html&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25998967-53276689304650445?l=theworldconspired.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theworldconspired.blogspot.com/feeds/53276689304650445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25998967&amp;postID=53276689304650445' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25998967/posts/default/53276689304650445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25998967/posts/default/53276689304650445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theworldconspired.blogspot.com/2007/03/hello_16.html' title=''/><author><name>shazlinnn.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15611721168433345193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25998967.post-3910967582239983118</id><published>2007-03-15T12:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-14T21:58:07.729-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;SIGH&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, how screwed life is.&lt;br /&gt;one day you're planning jolly outings.&lt;br /&gt;other times you're face down in the dirt.&lt;br /&gt;but it's not all happy, happy.&lt;br /&gt;not like it used to be in primary school.&lt;br /&gt;moving on is tough, getting along is tougher.&lt;br /&gt;and when you have a brilliant idea,&lt;br /&gt;it all goes &lt;b&gt;HEADWIRED&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;and then there's hatred and pure annoyance.&lt;br /&gt;we don't like re-living those days.&lt;br /&gt;but who are we to turn back time, to make things right?&lt;br /&gt;we solve our own problems,&lt;br /&gt;but it all comes back again.&lt;br /&gt;you say it's unfair how others treat you.&lt;br /&gt;unfair how badly things have gone.&lt;br /&gt;unfair how you feel screwed up.&lt;br /&gt;the love once there is long gone.&lt;br /&gt;don't hope too much, it'll bite back.&lt;br /&gt;because things you do were never meant to fall back in place.&lt;br /&gt;and when things do go right,&lt;br /&gt;there's something else to stop you.&lt;br /&gt;accept &lt;u&gt;reality&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;be realistic.&lt;br /&gt;take what you have, don't break it.&lt;br /&gt;-done by ME. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BORED LA. i'm pretty upset at how this beach thing has gone.&lt;br /&gt;and it's TODAY. gosh, am i doomed or what? i have to pick people up at two, it's no problem really. i'm just sitting here, wishing i had done things a little differently. but i'm not telling anyone that. &lt;br /&gt;anyways, i've got to run. prepare, prepare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"if i could find you now, things would be better."&lt;br /&gt;BYES.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;anisiah&lt;/u&gt;lovesyou.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S; who knows whether bhps is having their training at toa payoh stadium on friday?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25998967-3910967582239983118?l=theworldconspired.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theworldconspired.blogspot.com/feeds/3910967582239983118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25998967&amp;postID=3910967582239983118' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25998967/posts/default/3910967582239983118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25998967/posts/default/3910967582239983118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theworldconspired.blogspot.com/2007/03/sigh.html' title=''/><author><name>shazlinnn.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15611721168433345193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25998967.post-4627230388031807871</id><published>2007-03-14T17:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-14T02:24:36.106-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;i don't want the world to see me.&lt;br /&gt;cause' i don't think that they'd understand.&lt;br /&gt;when everything's made to be broken.&lt;br /&gt;i just want you to know who i am.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hello&lt;u&gt;oooo&lt;/u&gt;o.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today, i had training. from 8.30 to 11.30. I WAS SO SAD THAT SYUHAIDAH DIDN'T COME BECAUSE SHE WAS SICK! ): and it wasn't tiring, it was just so &lt;u&gt;HOT&lt;/u&gt;. the sun was shining directly ON the high jump pit and my back burned... not literally, but yes, it was THAT hot. and i think i kind of got burnt, after all. i slid my finger across the matress and it really hurts now. taina was hilarious, too. we were eating this snack that coach had gotten from thailand and while taina was attempting to talk, guess what she dropped from her mouth onto hafizah? heehee.&lt;br /&gt;while i was walking around, i bumped into CENYUN! haha. i screamed her name when i saw her. i practically jumped on top of her. *SPLAT* hahas. she finished training the same time as me. if you guys tried to call me an hour after training, sorry i didn't pick up. battery flat. heh. &lt;br /&gt;AND I SAW ARIEL PRACTISING FOR THE &lt;b&gt;GARDENIA&lt;/b&gt; CHEERLEADING! whoots. oh yes, i'm in &lt;b&gt;gardenia&lt;/b&gt; (green) alright. but too bad track &amp; field athletes aren't allowed to join the cheerleading thing. i guess both trainings clash, that's why. but we need more people to join the cheerleading. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;ONEC, BE MORE ENTHU, PLEASE? THOSE NOT IN TRACK, JOIN CHEERLEADING!&lt;/i&gt; &lt;br /&gt;after training; me, tiffany, hafizah, aisyah, melissa and jacinda went to eat at McdDonalds. ((: i bought medium fries and a large coke. i'm no big eater but i didn't eat my breakfast, okay! lol.&lt;br /&gt;after that, all of us (with the exception of tiffany and jacinda. they left half way.) walked to the bus stop. &lt;br /&gt;got home, watched tv and then sat in front of the computer. i had to do the stupid PE tests AGAIN. and i still think friendster's screwed. when i type a full-fledged testimonial to aisyah, all that appears is the FIRST word of the testimonial. &lt;b&gt;grrr&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;me and ariel were talking abt 'a little less sixteen candles, a little more touch me' through testimonials and i laughed like hell when she forgot the 'me'. it just doesn't go. besides that, it was a big coincidence that the song started playing on MTV. *sings; "she said, she said, she said, "why don't you just drop dead?"*&lt;br /&gt;tralala. beach, beach, beach. ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"what day is it, and in what month? this clock's never seemed so alive."&lt;br /&gt;BYES.&lt;br /&gt;anisiah&lt;b&gt;loves&lt;/b&gt;you.&lt;br /&gt;P.S; does anyone know whether bhps is having their training at toa payoh stadium on friday? tag me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25998967-4627230388031807871?l=theworldconspired.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theworldconspired.blogspot.com/feeds/4627230388031807871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25998967&amp;postID=4627230388031807871' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25998967/posts/default/4627230388031807871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25998967/posts/default/4627230388031807871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theworldconspired.blogspot.com/2007/03/i-dont-want-world-to-see-me.html' title=''/><author><name>shazlinnn.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15611721168433345193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25998967.post-8688301325909540638</id><published>2007-03-13T13:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-13T00:45:05.852-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>EDITED;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heyys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my holiday has been boring so far. here's a recap;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;saturday, 10 march.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nothing interesting. i can't remember what i did exactly... help my grandmother cook, maybe?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;sunday, 11 march.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;COOKED &lt;i&gt;CHAPATI&lt;/i&gt;. it's some delicacy from god knows where and it's so good! my cousin came over. she's really shy. but once you start talking to her she's the most annoying thing alive so i've been very careful not to talk too much, i don't want to ruin my week myself. i remember being on the computer when there was this knock on the door. my brother was pestering me to get off, too. grrr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;monday, 12 march.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ugh. I HAD TO GO TO SCHOOL IN THE MORNING! i hate going to school in the morning during the holidays unless it's training. the reason i had to go to school was because jinrong didn't have the documents to fill in the Sports Day online form. the programme could only be found in com lab 4 so i had to go there at eight in the morning! &lt;u&gt;OMFG&lt;/u&gt;. but when i entered the room, aisyah, tiffany and yun yun were there. ((: so it wasn't all too bad. sat in between aisyah and tiffany while doing the program. we had to follow instructions and there were specific passwords fo each class. after finishing at around 9.30, me and tiffany went to meet aisyah at the potong pasir mcdonalds and we at hotcakes while tiffany ate big breakfast. she mixed it with chilli which was SO gross looking. blech. after tt we talked and talked at this jumbo thingy where you climb to the top. we sat at the bottom because we were afraid to fall, hahas. we got fed up and went to look for a 'mamak' shop behind the street soccer court. i knew it was there, i remembered it from four years ago when i was watching my brother play street soccer. pretty long so my memory was vague. we found it and it turned out to be a 'cina' shop so we bought whatever and walked around. we actually PLAYED at the fitness area. we were that bored. but it was fun. we walked towards st. andrews village and decided to go home when we saw the bus stop out of &lt;u&gt;nowhere&lt;/u&gt;. literally. i guess this was the most fun day of my week so far. oh, and it was muslihah's birthday too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;speaking of birthdays, wendelynn's birthday has passed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY WENDELYNN!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i shall pass you a birthday present on wednesday when i see you for training. ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm declared bankrupt. and i have to go.&lt;br /&gt;will blog later. OR soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;byes.&lt;br /&gt;anisiahlovesyou.&lt;br /&gt;P.S; my birthday's a few months away. start planning. *hint, hint*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25998967-8688301325909540638?l=theworldconspired.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theworldconspired.blogspot.com/feeds/8688301325909540638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25998967&amp;postID=8688301325909540638' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25998967/posts/default/8688301325909540638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25998967/posts/default/8688301325909540638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theworldconspired.blogspot.com/2007/03/hello-oooo-o.html' title=''/><author><name>shazlinnn.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15611721168433345193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25998967.post-7678723968943160616</id><published>2007-03-12T15:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-12T00:14:49.848-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU,&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU,&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU,&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO MUSLIHAH!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;helloooooo.&lt;br /&gt;i remembered muslihah's birthday! i'm so proud that i actually remembered. *grins*&lt;br /&gt;anyways, &lt;br /&gt;happy birthday today, mus! and i hope you don't mind if your present is a little late, i can only pass it to you on monday! there are just too many people born in march... bankrupt, bankrupt. who likes being so?&lt;br /&gt;anyway, on thursday, i might just be going out with my primary school friends. i have to, don't i? i'm the second hostess, after all? i wouldn't say the person in charge was a hostess, though. he's a guy. hahas. aiman, to be exact. i'm so busy this week, i've got no time to finish ALL of my homework. that's stupid, though. i have so much time yet so little to do! if you considered this a school week, this would've been the least amount of homework i've recieved.&lt;br /&gt;thankfully, it's not a school week. it's holidays. and holidays are meant to be free.&lt;br /&gt;i hate being watched. right now, i'm being watched by the horrid person, MY BROTHER.&lt;br /&gt;a few weeks ago, i was ready to fall at his feet for fixing the computer but now i hated his guts. he can make my life a living hell. &lt;br /&gt;my cousin is here for the holiday but she's leaving on wednesday to go to some performance thingy. thus, my grandmother has to leave as well, which is both a relief and something sad.&lt;br /&gt;if she leaves, it'll be total chaos in my house, but if she stays, i'll die of exhaustion from being ordered arnd too much. i shldn't feel bad, she is my elder. blech, i sound so adultish. i shld be a rebel at my current state.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alright. i have to go. try your best to guess what i'm doing? hahas.&lt;br /&gt;iHEARTyou.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S; happy bday again to musmus.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25998967-7678723968943160616?l=theworldconspired.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theworldconspired.blogspot.com/feeds/7678723968943160616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25998967&amp;postID=7678723968943160616' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25998967/posts/default/7678723968943160616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25998967/posts/default/7678723968943160616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theworldconspired.blogspot.com/2007/03/happy-birthday-to-you-happy-birthday-to.html' title=''/><author><name>shazlinnn.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15611721168433345193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25998967.post-3094085071975765715</id><published>2007-03-11T19:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-11T04:05:43.267-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>OMGOMGOMG.&lt;br /&gt;i'm in love with fanfic. SO IS MICHELLE! hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;fanficfanficfanfic. ((:&lt;br /&gt;*fan scream*&lt;br /&gt;michelle, we share, arh?! hahahas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm so hyped up since it's the march holidays. but i don't always get to use the computer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SEE, now i gtg. which is sad. sorry i haven't blogged in a long time.&lt;br /&gt;the next time i blog, it'll be long. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;heartsheartshearts&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;anisiahlovesyou.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;P.S; tmr is mus' bday.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25998967-3094085071975765715?l=theworldconspired.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theworldconspired.blogspot.com/feeds/3094085071975765715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25998967&amp;postID=3094085071975765715' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25998967/posts/default/3094085071975765715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25998967/posts/default/3094085071975765715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theworldconspired.blogspot.com/2007/03/omgomgomg.html' title=''/><author><name>shazlinnn.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15611721168433345193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25998967.post-1268815554110301145</id><published>2007-03-08T18:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-08T02:37:37.711-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hello,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm super tired.&lt;br /&gt;i think i need a really good power nap.&lt;br /&gt;like, RIGHT NOW.&lt;br /&gt;will blog when i wake up, if i ever do...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BYES.&lt;br /&gt;anisiahovesyou.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;p.s;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO TAMMIE.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happy birthday tammiequah!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25998967-1268815554110301145?l=theworldconspired.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theworldconspired.blogspot.com/feeds/1268815554110301145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25998967&amp;postID=1268815554110301145' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25998967/posts/default/1268815554110301145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25998967/posts/default/1268815554110301145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theworldconspired.blogspot.com/2007/03/hello-im-super-tired.html' title=''/><author><name>shazlinnn.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15611721168433345193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25998967.post-7029148522252090767</id><published>2007-03-07T20:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-07T04:34:34.718-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>grrrrr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;i hate sarcasm.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;just so you know,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;you're NOT bringing me down.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hello.&lt;br /&gt;woah, training wasn't tiring. surprisingly. but i sucked my way through highjump today. could've done better but who would want to burn up so much energy on a EMPTY stomach? i'm upset with my performance because i couldn't get my technique right. i cleared the height but i couldn't 'pop &amp; twist'. i like to call it that. :D syuhaidah actually did better technique than me and i'm the one with primary school experience. I'M GOING TO TRAIN HARDER and beat her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;oh, how competitive.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;somehow, i wish that everybody would stop jumping to conclusions. GOD. my sister does it 24/7. &lt;br /&gt;amira;sis: YOU DON'T WANT TO DO IT RIGHT?!&lt;br /&gt;me: WHO SAID I DIDN'T WANT TO DO IT?! WHAT'S YOUR PROBLEM!&lt;br /&gt;amira;sis: YOU NEVER TAKE INITIATIVE!&lt;br /&gt;me: look who's talking! i take initiative, tell THAT to &lt;i&gt;abang&lt;/i&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;-end-&lt;br /&gt;that's just one example, i've got more. chuck it in the bin, it's OVER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sport's day is coming. i'm allowed to take five events. i chose highjump, longjump, javelin, 4x100m, 4x200m. i didn't want to take 4x200m but  jinrong asked me to, so yeah. i hope i'll be able to at least get into the top 8 for each event. I HOPE. wish me luck. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's CENYUN's birthday today! 07032007' ((:&lt;br /&gt;hahas. i've got your present, girl. thank god i sit next to you in class, i'd die if i didn't. mrs franklin's nice to let us sit together again, she had intended to move ME! hahaha. HEARTYOULOADS. we'll talk abt buddhist, more. x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO CENYUN.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, and tomorrow, there's another marchbaby. (: TAMMIE QUAH! haha.&lt;br /&gt;happy birthday in advance. if you even read this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm envious of Taina. and Eva. must rock to be in the band.&lt;br /&gt;be my guest; make a band. (: we can rock the show like michelle says we would.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BYES.&lt;br /&gt;ohsoRETROFIED.&lt;br /&gt;anisiah shazlin.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25998967-7029148522252090767?l=theworldconspired.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theworldconspired.blogspot.com/feeds/7029148522252090767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25998967&amp;postID=7029148522252090767' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25998967/posts/default/7029148522252090767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25998967/posts/default/7029148522252090767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theworldconspired.blogspot.com/2007/03/grrrrr.html' title=''/><author><name>shazlinnn.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15611721168433345193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25998967.post-3933576492690271730</id><published>2007-03-06T23:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-06T07:03:18.751-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>heeeeeeey. ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'VE HAD A R&lt;u&gt;EVELATIO&lt;/u&gt;N;&lt;br /&gt;i'm SO VULGAR! i think... does saying vulgarities OCCASIONALLY make me bad? )): haha.&lt;br /&gt;aiya, there are people out there who use vulgarities MUCH MUCH MORE than me. which is sad. we're all so &lt;b&gt;cold&lt;/b&gt;. what's the use of vulgarities, anyway... it doesn't actually express your feelings, ANGER or not. we use vulgarities practically everyday, once you start, it's hard to stop. it's like a drug addiction, except it's not a drug.&lt;br /&gt;I'M ADDRESSING A POLITICAL ISSUE! HAHAHA. am i politically involved or what? ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;wish you would be more sincere.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;i'm clueless as to what is going on.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOMEWORK GOT TO BE DONE!&lt;br /&gt;BYES.&lt;br /&gt;ohsoretrofied.&lt;br /&gt;anisiahlovesyou.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S; iheartyou. &amp;i've posted so many entries today. *DIAO.*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25998967-3933576492690271730?l=theworldconspired.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theworldconspired.blogspot.com/feeds/3933576492690271730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25998967&amp;postID=3933576492690271730' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25998967/posts/default/3933576492690271730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25998967/posts/default/3933576492690271730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theworldconspired.blogspot.com/2007/03/heeeeeeey.html' title=''/><author><name>shazlinnn.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15611721168433345193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25998967.post-6744712215668133100</id><published>2007-03-06T14:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-05T22:23:25.262-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;HWAHAHAHAHAHA.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;i got hit in the head with a pot.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;it hurts but it's not stopping me.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hellos.&lt;br /&gt;lalalala.&lt;br /&gt;S.P.C.A contacted me. me and my group, la. YAYYAYYAY! hahas. ((: &lt;br /&gt;please me, please me. S.P.C.A please me. :DDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nyahnyahnyah. jahahaha. *HYPPPPPPER.*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohso&lt;u&gt;RETROFIED&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;anisiahlovesyou.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25998967-6744712215668133100?l=theworldconspired.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theworldconspired.blogspot.com/feeds/6744712215668133100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25998967&amp;postID=6744712215668133100' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25998967/posts/default/6744712215668133100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25998967/posts/default/6744712215668133100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theworldconspired.blogspot.com/2007/03/hwahahahahaha.html' title=''/><author><name>shazlinnn.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15611721168433345193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25998967.post-3089652435098918844</id><published>2007-03-05T23:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-05T07:24:46.807-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hello.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;bankrupt.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I HATE BEING BANKRUPT.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;grrrr.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bought my FBT's. finally. i've been longing for them. hahas. they're super expensive though. &lt;b&gt;$10&lt;/b&gt;. so WTFish. but I LOVE FBT's. :DDD&lt;br /&gt;hahas.&lt;br /&gt;tmr i'm baking my cake. WHOOT~! finally. i'm giving some to this people;&lt;br /&gt;1) Arshad.&lt;br /&gt;2) Wilson.&lt;br /&gt;3) my sis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nobody else. MUAHAHAHAHA. go bake your &lt;u&gt;own&lt;/u&gt;, i got alot of self-raising flour. how? i went ingredient shopping at 9 o'clock and got bananas, self-raising flour, banana essence, honey stars. yep. and i need 100g of flour out of the 1kg i bought. which SUCKS. blah. waste more money. GEE.&lt;br /&gt;it's 11.18PM and i haven't done homework. &lt;s&gt;fuck.&lt;/s&gt; CENSORSHIP. lmao. and i got to hang the clothes. OMFG. i do everything last minute. tomorrow cannot sleep. SIGH.&lt;br /&gt;guess i'll go, then.&lt;br /&gt;BYES.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohso&lt;b&gt;RETROFIED&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;anisiahlovesyou.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25998967-3089652435098918844?l=theworldconspired.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theworldconspired.blogspot.com/feeds/3089652435098918844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25998967&amp;postID=3089652435098918844' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25998967/posts/default/3089652435098918844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25998967/posts/default/3089652435098918844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theworldconspired.blogspot.com/2007/03/hello_05.html' title=''/><author><name>shazlinnn.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15611721168433345193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25998967.post-6049306279225085657</id><published>2007-03-05T14:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-04T22:19:17.186-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;"BANDWAGON'S FULL, PLEASE CATCH ANOTHER!"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i made up THE story, HE, PETE WENTZ, is &lt;b&gt;MINE&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;:DDD&lt;br /&gt;hahas. in com lab now. i've got less than a month to do a long long project. HEH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gtg. &lt;br /&gt;hearts.&lt;br /&gt;OHSORETROFIED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;BACK OFF, I BITE.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25998967-6049306279225085657?l=theworldconspired.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theworldconspired.blogspot.com/feeds/6049306279225085657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25998967&amp;postID=6049306279225085657' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25998967/posts/default/6049306279225085657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25998967/posts/default/6049306279225085657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theworldconspired.blogspot.com/2007/03/bandwagons-full-please-catch-another-i.html' title=''/><author><name>shazlinnn.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15611721168433345193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25998967.post-3788755657104111179</id><published>2007-03-04T00:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-03T08:48:18.056-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;could he pay more attention?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;i want my hair like this.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;NOT like what i got.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll blog abt today, tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;anisiahlovesyou.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25998967-3788755657104111179?l=theworldconspired.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theworldconspired.blogspot.com/feeds/3788755657104111179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25998967&amp;postID=3788755657104111179' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25998967/posts/default/3788755657104111179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25998967/posts/default/3788755657104111179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theworldconspired.blogspot.com/2007/03/could-he-pay-more-attention-i-want-my.html' title=''/><author><name>shazlinnn.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15611721168433345193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25998967.post-3934332652885926761</id><published>2007-03-03T11:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-02T19:38:15.178-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;asshole.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;i can't believe you.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;HYPOCRITE.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hello&lt;u&gt;oooooooo&lt;/u&gt;o.&lt;br /&gt;today's the FOB concert and annie managed to sell her ticket. WHOOT.&lt;br /&gt;to veroniques friend, ya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm going to have lunch with my mum later. she came back from philippines already.&lt;br /&gt;i think she's going to go back again, though. i don't like our predicament very much. )):&lt;br /&gt;back to the lunch. i &lt;u&gt;SHOULD&lt;/u&gt; be getting some money so i think i'm going to go cut my hair today. REALLY short. my &lt;s&gt;old&lt;/s&gt; primary school hairstyle. except that it'll be really straight cause i rebonded my hair in december.&lt;br /&gt;i have until june before my hair poofs. which is a couple of months away. i think i'm going to re-rebond it after tt. i like rebonded hair.&lt;br /&gt;LMAO.&lt;br /&gt;but all this will only happen if i do get my money. not that i'm money minded. it's just i need to get a couple of things OFF my back, before school on monday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i 'm &lt;b&gt;craving&lt;/b&gt; famous amous. care to join me this afternoon, anyone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.friendster.com/fx09"&gt;friendster URL.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;//ADD me, cedarians. and of course, ex-balestarians. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"on the corner of May Street, amongst my tragedy."&lt;br /&gt;hearts.&lt;br /&gt;anisiahlovesyou.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;shove it.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;you're unwanted here.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S; i'm really pissed with &lt;b&gt;someone&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25998967-3934332652885926761?l=theworldconspired.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theworldconspired.blogspot.com/feeds/3934332652885926761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25998967&amp;postID=3934332652885926761' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25998967/posts/default/3934332652885926761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25998967/posts/default/3934332652885926761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theworldconspired.blogspot.com/2007/03/asshole.html' title=''/><author><name>shazlinnn.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15611721168433345193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25998967.post-5500129220664629399</id><published>2007-03-02T20:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-02T04:09:07.677-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>he&lt;u&gt;eeeee&lt;/u&gt;ey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one word. EXHAUSTED.&lt;br /&gt;firstly, let's start with the time i woke up at. 7.30. and my track training was at 8.30 which is WTFish because i was definitely late. and when i actually reached school, i had to run two rounds around theschool &lt;u&gt;UNDER&lt;/u&gt; 7:30 MINUTES. and tt means i have to run till i'm dehydrated and air-less. not to mention, DEAD TIRED.&lt;br /&gt;training was UBER fun, though. we did alot of long jumps and i hurt my hands by getting "track burn" when i fell on them. i was doing a practise run on the track, kayy?! don't laugh. )): &lt;br /&gt;and now, i have to go for training on wednesdays, too. and only me, syuhaidah and toolasi have to go. i guess it's because we've got more potential then the others but JIAYOU! :D&lt;br /&gt;went home after that but i had to go to toapayoh to meet up with kim and annie. FUNN. i brought my homework for no reason cause i barely did anything. i ate at McD with annie first then went to KFC with kim after she came. i didn't stuff myself, no worries. all i ate was SOME cheese fries, coke, apple pie and waffles. and just A LITTLE BIT. lmao. halfway through, MARKJ appeared out of NOWHERE. we laughed like hell.&lt;br /&gt;went to the library to borrow books with them. and even &lt;i&gt;THAT&lt;/i&gt; was fun. :D we took paper and wrote random stuff on it and placed it on the keyboard. seriously, hanging out with your primary school friends is FUN. go do it sometime, if you haven't already. ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OKAY. &lt;br /&gt;tomorrow is the F.O.B concert. i'm not going. &lt;b&gt;SOB.&lt;/b&gt; sad. annie's not able to go even though she has tickets and tt sucks because i highly doubt anybody will buy her tickets on time. sheesh. ANNIE, I'LL HELP YOU. hahas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;"advertisement: FALL OUT BOY TICKETS FOR SALE. $70. negotiation allowed. (tickets are $100 now and will be $120 tomorrow.) TERMS AND CONDITIONS APPLY."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anybody interested? :D contact &lt;u&gt;meeee&lt;/u&gt; if you are. &lt;br /&gt;lmao. speaking of F.O.B, PETEWENTZ!!! pete wentz is second best to chocolate. hahas. ((: yay, HIS computer is finally fixed. well, it was nv spoilt but the connection is fixed. oooh. i got to go. sadly. I LOVE YOU, COMPUTER. rofl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;byes.&lt;br /&gt;OHSOVINTAGERETRO&lt;br /&gt;anisiahlovesyou.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25998967-5500129220664629399?l=theworldconspired.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theworldconspired.blogspot.com/feeds/5500129220664629399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25998967&amp;postID=5500129220664629399' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25998967/posts/default/5500129220664629399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25998967/posts/default/5500129220664629399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theworldconspired.blogspot.com/2007/03/he-eeeee-ey.html' title=''/><author><name>shazlinnn.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15611721168433345193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25998967.post-3346123508356576781</id><published>2007-03-01T12:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-28T20:47:12.390-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hello.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today is going to be so fun.&lt;br /&gt;i'm not goint to blog now, will blog after everything's over.&lt;br /&gt;mwahs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;byes.&lt;br /&gt;anisiahlovesyou.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25998967-3346123508356576781?l=theworldconspired.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theworldconspired.blogspot.com/feeds/3346123508356576781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25998967&amp;postID=3346123508356576781' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25998967/posts/default/3346123508356576781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25998967/posts/default/3346123508356576781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theworldconspired.blogspot.com/2007/03/hello.html' title=''/><author><name>shazlinnn.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15611721168433345193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25998967.post-2939261179520551374</id><published>2007-02-28T21:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-28T05:38:56.327-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hiii. &lt;br /&gt;another quiz from dear xingyiiii.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LAST:&lt;br /&gt;1. Person you hung out with?&lt;br /&gt;- syuhaidah, ariel, my sister and brother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Person you rode in a car with?&lt;br /&gt;- ERM. i don't remember. the taxi driver?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Person you went to the movies with?&lt;br /&gt;- andi, wilson, jing wen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Person you went to the mall with?&lt;br /&gt;- can't remember. myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Last person that made you laugh?&lt;br /&gt;- arshad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- . Person you cried about?&lt;br /&gt;- my big sister.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Person you texted?&lt;br /&gt;- wilson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Commented?&lt;br /&gt;- tt i was an intellectual girl and pretty?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Hugged?&lt;br /&gt;- my big sister.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANSWER TRUTHFULLY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Do you like anyone?&lt;br /&gt;- yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Sun or moon?&lt;br /&gt;- moon. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Winter or Fall?&lt;br /&gt;- winter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. left or right?&lt;br /&gt;- right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. 10 acquaintances or two best&lt;br /&gt;friends?&lt;br /&gt;- 2 best friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Sunny or rainy?&lt;br /&gt;- rainy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Vanilla ice cream or chocolate ice&lt;br /&gt;cream?&lt;br /&gt;- chocolate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ABOUT YOU.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. What time is it ?&lt;br /&gt;- 9:27PM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. What is your first name?&lt;br /&gt;- anisiah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Where do you wanna live?&lt;br /&gt;- england. spain. holland road ,singapore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. How many kids do you want?&lt;br /&gt;- er. i have no idea. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. What will you name them?&lt;br /&gt;- girl: sarah or kitana. boy: pete or kenneth. (after pete wentz. :D)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. When do you want to get married?&lt;br /&gt;- 23. 24. 25. 26. it goes on. as long as i'm 20+.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Have you ever eaten spam?&lt;br /&gt;- er. what's spam? no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Favorite ice cream?&lt;br /&gt;- chocolate chips with extra fudge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. How many kinds of cereal are in your kitchen cabinet?&lt;br /&gt;- 0.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Do you cook?&lt;br /&gt;- yep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Current mood?&lt;br /&gt;- BORED. tt's why i'm doing quizzes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IN THE LAST 48 HOURS HAVE YOU&lt;br /&gt;1. Kissed someone?&lt;br /&gt;- nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Prayed?&lt;br /&gt;- nope. free thinker, here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Been hugged?&lt;br /&gt;- yep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Felt stupid?&lt;br /&gt;- multiple times alr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. missed someone?&lt;br /&gt;- yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Danced Crazy?&lt;br /&gt;- yeah. i'm mad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Cried?&lt;br /&gt;- yeah. for my sister.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Lied?&lt;br /&gt;- nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RANDOM QUESTIONS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Have you ever been searched by the&lt;br /&gt;cops?&lt;br /&gt;- no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Have A Dog?&lt;br /&gt;- no. used to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 When was the last time you went&lt;br /&gt;sleding?&lt;br /&gt;- never in my whole entire life. how abt ice skating?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Would you rather sleep with someone&lt;br /&gt;else, or alone?&lt;br /&gt;- alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Do you believe in ghosts?&lt;br /&gt;- yes, apparently, i do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, these are really lame quizzes but thank you, xingyiiii. ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anisiahlovesyou.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25998967-2939261179520551374?l=theworldconspired.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theworldconspired.blogspot.com/feeds/2939261179520551374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25998967&amp;postID=2939261179520551374' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25998967/posts/default/2939261179520551374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25998967/posts/default/2939261179520551374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theworldconspired.blogspot.com/2007/02/hiii.html' title=''/><author><name>shazlinnn.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15611721168433345193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25998967.post-1060629261269033547</id><published>2007-02-28T20:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-28T04:50:04.788-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hello, again. :D&lt;br /&gt;here's a quiz i took off xinyi; ex-balestarian. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one- what you wearing now:&lt;br /&gt;my school uniform.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;two- where you going later:&lt;br /&gt;maybe toa payoh although it's 8:28PM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;three- who you missing at the moment:&lt;br /&gt;well. WILSON. and yanyi, annie and diana.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;four- what you stress about this days:&lt;br /&gt;school and my studies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;five- whose the last person you chat with:&lt;br /&gt;arshad. ; TURTLE! hahas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;six- what makes you happy when you're down:&lt;br /&gt;HIS lame jokes and being hugged by my close friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seven- do you wanna get into a r/s now:&lt;br /&gt;what is r/s? &lt;b&gt;OMFG&lt;/b&gt;, I DON'T KNOW!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eight- have you got a boyfriend:&lt;br /&gt;yeah. :D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nine- ever have a near death experience:&lt;br /&gt;almost knocked down by a bus. almost fell off 3 stories. yep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ten- whats the time now:&lt;br /&gt;8:36 PM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eleven- met anyone earlier on:&lt;br /&gt;my schoolmates? lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;twelve- what did you do just now:&lt;br /&gt;erm. watch TV and drink milo. hahas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thirteen- whats your favourite show:&lt;br /&gt;SUPERNATURAL! hahas. ((: it's niceee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fourteen- what language do you speak:&lt;br /&gt;ENGLISH, malay, a little bit of chinese, tagalog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fifteen- what you hate:&lt;br /&gt;go look at my profile. you'll see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sixteen- do you like to watch MTV:&lt;br /&gt;yes. yesyesyes. not like, LOVE. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seventeen- what annoys you :&lt;br /&gt;my pet peeves are people who ask questions repeatedly over and over again while chatting. it's so omfgish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eighteen- where you living at:&lt;br /&gt;sgpore. whampoa vicinity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ninteen- when did anyone last ask for ur number:&lt;br /&gt;erm. 2006?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;twenty- whats your favourite pet:&lt;br /&gt;MIAOW. cat. :DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;twentyone- wheres the place you wanna go now:&lt;br /&gt;anywhere tt's nice, warm and breezy. the beach maybe? HAHAS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;twentytwo- do you like sweet talks:&lt;br /&gt;i guess so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;twentythree- would you mind your boyfriend whose a gangster:&lt;br /&gt;yes, I MIND. pleeeease don't be a gangster, EVER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;twentyfour- would you mind your boyfriend's body's full of tattoo:&lt;br /&gt;all over? i mind. one tattoo? oooh. i don't mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;twentyfive- whats your real name:&lt;br /&gt;anisiah shazlin. i've been totally honest, everyday of the year. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;twenysix- whats your favourite month:&lt;br /&gt;JULY! my birthday. (: oh, and JUNE. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;twentyseven- have you ever been stung by a bee:&lt;br /&gt;no. but one attacked my hair before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;twentyeight- will you post bulletin as when you like:&lt;br /&gt;d-oh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;twentynine- whose the last person you hug:&lt;br /&gt;hmmm. syuhaidah because she waited for me for TWO hours today. ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thirty- whose the last person you said 'iloveyou' to:&lt;br /&gt;HIM. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;quiz. :DD tooken from xingyiiii. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anisiah loves YOU.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25998967-1060629261269033547?l=theworldconspired.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theworldconspired.blogspot.com/feeds/1060629261269033547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25998967&amp;postID=1060629261269033547' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25998967/posts/default/1060629261269033547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25998967/posts/default/1060629261269033547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theworldconspired.blogspot.com/2007/02/hello-again.html' title=''/><author><name>shazlinnn.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15611721168433345193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25998967.post-1700249435753005705</id><published>2007-02-28T20:42:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-28T20:44:54.570-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hello.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today, it's so cold. it's raining. yes, and me and arshad planned to go to the beach for a picnic. OMFG. so unf&lt;u&gt;aaaaiii&lt;/u&gt;ir.&lt;br /&gt;wish it didn't have to pour.i think it stopped but who wants to go to the beach when it's so wet and &lt;s&gt;muddyish&lt;/s&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;i'm hungry. i'm so glad there wasn't school today. i would've died if there was. died of the cold. the classroom is already freezing when it's in the morning and rain would only make it much much worse.&lt;br /&gt;CHANGE OF PLANS! arshad is coming over here after renting two movies and we're gonna' have a marathon. ((: wheee~. i'm cooking lunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HIM, please don't get me wrong, arshad's just a really really close friend. okay? i heart you. :DD &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omfg, i'm going to have to cook smth. but what? hmmmms.&lt;br /&gt;i've got an idea, with my money, i'll get some stuff from NTUC.&lt;br /&gt;this week is so jammed pack with agenda, my mind's going to blow. T.T i barely have time for homework.&lt;br /&gt;edrick's bday's coming. ((: wonder what i'll get him. hmms. THANK GOD he's being a gd boy by staying with the current HER. hahas. HER, HER, HER, is... I'M NOT TELLING. lalala. sworn secrecy. :DD i don't go against my own word.&lt;br /&gt;oooh. i wonder whether we still have donuts. *opens fridge. screams.* WHO ATE ALL OF IT!? I ONLY ATE 3 AND THERE WERE TWO BOXES. OMG, I'M GOING TO &lt;i&gt;MANSLAUGHTER&lt;/i&gt; THE PERSON. HMPH. they ate the donuts...!&lt;br /&gt;i'm going to go find something else to eat sice there are no more donuts. HMPH. selfish, indecent people..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Feeding you with weapons in the form of words."&lt;br /&gt;byes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;vintagesweetnothings.&lt;br /&gt;anisiah&lt;b&gt;loves&lt;/b&gt;you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25998967-1700249435753005705?l=theworldconspired.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theworldconspired.blogspot.com/feeds/1700249435753005705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25998967&amp;postID=1700249435753005705' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25998967/posts/default/1700249435753005705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25998967/posts/default/1700249435753005705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theworldconspired.blogspot.com/2007/02/hello_28.html' title=''/><author><name>shazlinnn.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15611721168433345193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25998967.post-4057084668871784720</id><published>2007-02-28T18:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-28T02:42:58.565-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hell&lt;u&gt;oooo&lt;/u&gt;o.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okays. THURSDAY AND FRIDAY ARE HOLIDAYS. for cedarians, la. but, YAY! ((: tmr, i'm going to east coast to have a picnic with arshad for a 'stress relieve day'. hahas. i'm soooo free tmr. heh. sadly, on friday, i have track training in the morning at 8.30am. i'm actually quite happy cause then i get to see aisyah! hahas. and wendelynn and tiffany and melissa. :DD i love JUMPERS. &lt;br /&gt;okay.&lt;br /&gt;today was so boring. i got homework and even more homework during each lesson, which sucks. what the hell is 'ELearning' for, anyways?! so much homework... i'm glad next week, we're finally baking the cake tt we were told to invent. yayness. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;OMFG&lt;/b&gt;, you know what? i visited the school counselor today cause mrs franklin told me to. the counselor ROCKS. for several reasons, la. &lt;br /&gt;firstly, she is really good at this counselling crap and she's really nice. secondly, i get free food everytime i go for counselling. thirdly, the rooms are air-conditioned and the sofas and chairs are super comfy. fourth, she can keep secrets. five, she's so open. &lt;br /&gt;so many reasons. hahas. i think i'll go crazy of counselling overdose. i was there for 2 hours plus! she said that it was a gd thing but i had left my bag in the classroom and i was freaked tt they might lock up the class. hahas.&lt;br /&gt;when i reached 1/C, there were like, people doing work in there. i had no idea who or what they were doing but it looked like they were having a test. i went to get my bag. people actually &lt;i&gt;stared&lt;/i&gt;. which made me have difficulty carrying my 10 ton schoolbag. &lt;br /&gt;it poured ALL day which is not a gd thing. i had to wait for the rain to turn into a mere drizzle before i could leave school, gosh. it was around 5 when i got home, la.&lt;br /&gt;guess what i did?&lt;br /&gt;yes, watch TV, eat, attempt to sleep, use the com and worry abt homework. i think i'm going to murder myself out of stress soon. thank god i'm optimistic and i definitely won't kill myself. were you &lt;u&gt;that&lt;/u&gt; dumb to think i was literal?! LMAO.&lt;br /&gt;*yawns.*&lt;br /&gt;i'm really upset with myself. i'm such a &lt;u&gt;ding&lt;/u&gt;. i can help other people but i can never help myself. why am i so unforthcoming? i can relate this to so many aspects of my life. GEEZ. better stop slacking...&lt;br /&gt;and yeah, syuhaidah finally updated her friendster acc, leaving me with one more friend. hahas. :DD&lt;br /&gt;i miss HIM. alr. i might be seeing him saturday, ya? am i, wil?&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;"This is the day it gets done."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;`vintagesweetnothings.&lt;br /&gt;anisiahlovesyou.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25998967-4057084668871784720?l=theworldconspired.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theworldconspired.blogspot.com/feeds/4057084668871784720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25998967&amp;postID=4057084668871784720' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25998967/posts/default/4057084668871784720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25998967/posts/default/4057084668871784720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theworldconspired.blogspot.com/2007/02/hell-oooo-o.html' title=''/><author><name>shazlinnn.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15611721168433345193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25998967.post-1604047786730373890</id><published>2007-02-27T19:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-27T03:18:38.761-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>helloooo. x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my day was so plain. and i cannot say i enjoyed it. who enjoys plain days? boring people, i guess.&lt;br /&gt;anyways,&lt;br /&gt;i was late for school today. super &lt;b&gt;OMFGish&lt;/b&gt; in a gd way because mrs franklin didn't tell me to go to the general office to get a late coming slip. therefore, i wasn't considered late, today! hahas. and i didn't give her a slip, so ya. MUAHAHAHAHA. x)&lt;br /&gt;there was no jogging today, hee. xD but guess what? me, being the nice and &lt;u&gt;good&lt;/u&gt; girl that i am, went to jog with the seniors. we jogged alot alot alot. but ALL the juniors didn't come because they thought there was no jogging even when i informed them tt there was. SIGH. when will they ever be ON like me? haha, JUST JOKING.&lt;br /&gt;after school today, me and jin rong went to junction 8 for fun. we didn't do anything much. it was pretty boring AND tiring. we saw tiffany and her friend there, too. and she didn't tell us she was going j8 also earlier cause we could've gone together and it would be less boring. :P SIGH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;YESTERDAY.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was so super tired, la. i had track, the usual. during track, my senior, aisyah, was talking abt her friends. and we conversed abt my brother and all, la. and there was TWO coincidences! :DD&lt;br /&gt;1) my brother knows SUFYAN who is AISYAH's friend. :D&lt;br /&gt;2) he birthday is 28 june, SAME AS MY SISTER.&lt;br /&gt;i guess we were fated to be buddies. :DD hahas. training was okay, too. wendelynn, elisha, melissa, eva, taina, sharmay and li fen ARE SUPER SWEET. they &lt;u&gt;rock&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i pretty much am very stressed at home. i can tell, myself. i'm such a &lt;i&gt;bitch&lt;/i&gt; to my sister and brother because i'm stressed/&lt;s&gt;depressed&lt;/s&gt; and tired everyday i get home. i've not adapted well to sec sch, i think. i fell asleep on my hmwrk ystd and i don't understand science! i'm really pissed at my OWNSELF for falling behind and letting myself get stressed. i need to unwind. i need to catch up with school work, too. i promise i've payed attention at all times during lessons. I SWEAR. but how i fell behind is a complete blur. ):&lt;br /&gt;i guess unwinding myself means relaxing and having a great time and tt's exactly what i'm going to do come friday. me and arshad plan to go to east coast to study while picnicking. gd enough, la. promise me you all will support me and make sure i do well? *response: "we peomise."* lmfao. :DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alrights. i guess i shld run. i've got alot alot alot of homework. wish i didn't, but i do. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"so put your gun to your head and place you feet on the ground."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BYES.&lt;br /&gt;vintagesweetnothings.&lt;br /&gt;anisiahlovesyou.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25998967-1604047786730373890?l=theworldconspired.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theworldconspired.blogspot.com/feeds/1604047786730373890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25998967&amp;postID=1604047786730373890' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25998967/posts/default/1604047786730373890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25998967/posts/default/1604047786730373890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theworldconspired.blogspot.com/2007/02/helloooo.html' title=''/><author><name>shazlinnn.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15611721168433345193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25998967.post-6508483416746782109</id><published>2007-02-26T03:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-25T11:18:40.662-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>he&lt;u&gt;lloooo&lt;/u&gt;oo!&lt;br /&gt;greetings from meeee. arshad is next to me, it's 2.05 am and today, there's school. what's he still doing here? well, the &lt;u&gt;TURTLE&lt;/u&gt; is lazy to go home. he should go home soon, but &lt;b&gt;noooo&lt;/b&gt;. btw, arshad's my sister's friend. well, technically, he's my friend, too. d-oh. i've got a couple of pictures to post again, yay. :D hahas.&lt;br /&gt;FINALLY, my phone is in &lt;i&gt;working condition&lt;/i&gt; so from now on, i'm going to take gd care of it. *hugs phone.* &lt;s&gt;I LOVE YOU, PHONE!&lt;/s&gt; hee. well, i do, really. i can never live without my phone. ((: i can't live without all my uber friends either. i'm glad i actually met nice people in my life. (and i'm going to be 13 in july!)&lt;br /&gt;speaking of birthdays. MINE IS COMING. in forever... 5 months more. ): BUT IT'S COMING. MUAHAHAHA. which gives you all the time you need to get me what's on my wishlist. *grins evil-ly* and i'll be posting it very soon. i'll hint &lt;b&gt;BIG TIME&lt;/b&gt;.i'm so excited abt it when it's &lt;u&gt;sooo&lt;/u&gt; far away. i guess i just want alot of presents. :D heh. &lt;br /&gt;anyways, whoever has his/her bday coming, drop a little wishlist on my tagboard. i'll TRY to get it. but if i can't, so sorry. ): i'll promise to be really nice.&lt;br /&gt;i miss ex-balestarians. sometimes i just wish that we all didn't really have to separate although i'm glad i've made the friends i've made at Cedar. they &lt;u&gt;rock&lt;/u&gt; tons. ((: &lt;br /&gt;i miss HIM. it's been two weeks and i just talked to him last night, &lt;i&gt;thankfully&lt;/i&gt;. i would have died repeatedly if i didn't. wish that we weren't in diff sch's. ):&lt;br /&gt;varsha and i have been making up hilarious stories abt our fortresses as we go. you guys shld here us out one day. we keep changing who will lose by adding "magical" stuff to our side. heee. XD i &lt;b&gt;love&lt;/b&gt; fantasies. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, here are some pics. stolen from friends, as usual. :DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i136.photobucket.com/albums/q163/anisiahshazlin/emoshit.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i136.photobucket.com/albums/q163/anisiahshazlin/yeah.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, okay.. two isn't really much, right? but it's smth new. at least it's not old gayshit some ppl post. i've came across examples. :P prefer not to mention anything. &lt;br /&gt;i really like Cedar but i wish tt i didn't feel like a P1 kid. &lt;s&gt;ugh.&lt;/s&gt; it's so BLECH. &lt;br /&gt;anyways.&lt;br /&gt;i think i've got to run. it is REALLY late and if i don't take a "power nap" i think i'll die of exhaustion tmr at track. OMG, I TOTALLY FORGOT ABT TT!!! really gtg. will blog again soon, ja?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;byes. vintagesweetnothings.&lt;br /&gt;anisiahlovesyou.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25998967-6508483416746782109?l=theworldconspired.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theworldconspired.blogspot.com/feeds/6508483416746782109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25998967&amp;postID=6508483416746782109' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25998967/posts/default/6508483416746782109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25998967/posts/default/6508483416746782109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theworldconspired.blogspot.com/2007/02/he-lloooo-oo-greetings-from-moi.html' title=''/><author><name>shazlinnn.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15611721168433345193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25998967.post-3236435366532502680</id><published>2007-02-24T14:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-23T22:13:25.529-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;BOO&lt;/b&gt;. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today's saturday. another week's gone by. WHICH MEANS... my &lt;u&gt;birthday&lt;/u&gt;'s getting closer and closer by the minute! okayy. it's months away but so what? can't i be excited now? excitement &lt;i&gt;is&lt;/i&gt; a good thing, you know. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay. today, all i've done so far is eat breakfast, go to the market and help out a little in the kitchen. BORING. well, the seller in the market DID think i was an &lt;b&gt;adult&lt;/b&gt; who finished my studies alr. WAHAHAHAHAHAHA. so wrong. tt's pretty cool. :DD hahas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's so warm outside today. i r&lt;u&gt;efus&lt;/u&gt;e to go outside and hang out. YOU CAN'T FORCE ME, GAHH. *shoves wacko people away.* ((: &lt;b&gt;victory&lt;/b&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol. my &lt;u&gt;fortress&lt;/u&gt; is made of cookie dough and it gobbles up VARSHAsexy's cookie men army easily. but i highly doubt my fortress can eat BOO, VARSHAsexy's giant cookieperson. eeek! run!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aiya's today very boringla. i've got absolutely nothing to blog abt, alr. i haven't eaten lunch either. )): i shld go eat soon.&lt;br /&gt;wil, i miss you. i'm hoping you b&lt;u&gt;eliev&lt;/u&gt;e me. please do. )):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"WE'VE BEEN SO LONG WAITING FOR THE ALL &lt;b&gt;TIME&lt;/b&gt; H&lt;u&gt;IG&lt;/u&gt;H, WE'VE GOT A DAMN GOOD REASON TO &lt;i&gt;KICK&lt;/i&gt; OUR TROUBLES ASIDE."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;byes.&lt;br /&gt;ASHanisiahlovesyou.&lt;br /&gt;vintagesweetnothingsmeetsretrotriiio. :DD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25998967-3236435366532502680?l=theworldconspired.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theworldconspired.blogspot.com/feeds/3236435366532502680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25998967&amp;postID=3236435366532502680' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25998967/posts/default/3236435366532502680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25998967/posts/default/3236435366532502680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theworldconspired.blogspot.com/2007/02/boo.html' title=''/><author><name>shazlinnn.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15611721168433345193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25998967.post-1808673420312686938</id><published>2007-02-22T21:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-22T05:28:08.696-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>heyys. ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;ASH&lt;/u&gt;anisiah HERE. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;OMFG&lt;/u&gt;. mean PSL's never pick my class. ): sobbies. lmao. i'm not &lt;b&gt;THAT&lt;/b&gt; sad, aiyo. it just means we have much MORE time on our hands than the classes that were selected but we get less points for the best class award. ): anyways, our skit was very short although &lt;i&gt;brilliant&lt;/i&gt;. so wtf, we can give ONE campfire item up, &lt;u&gt;riiight&lt;/u&gt;? &lt;b&gt;go&lt;/b&gt; VARSHA, ASHLEY AND NATALIE! rock at the performance, giiirls. hehs.&lt;br /&gt;wahh, today literature lesson was so boring. talk abt &lt;i&gt;religion&lt;/i&gt; and the story 'Lamb to the Slaughter'. &lt;s&gt;mrs RW's voice is TOO high pitched already&lt;/s&gt;. i think i d&lt;u&gt;ie&lt;/u&gt;d several times. lol. &lt;br /&gt;so much homework today. ): all the teachers are out to &lt;i&gt;blow our minds&lt;/i&gt;. overload of MAJOR corrections and piles of worksheets. even MT have to read &lt;b&gt;malay newspaper&lt;/b&gt;. &lt;u&gt;UGH&lt;/u&gt;. the homework list on the left hand side of &lt;b&gt;1C&lt;/b&gt;'s whiteboard is useless. the teachers &lt;u&gt;don't&lt;/u&gt; bother to turn around and LOOK at it carefully. &lt;b&gt;IT'S ALWAYS &lt;u&gt;UP TO DATE&lt;/u&gt;, TEACH. &lt;i&gt;SCAN IT&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/b&gt; ROFLMFAO. not like a teacher IS going to read this. &lt;br /&gt;TEMPERATURE TAKING?! omfg. ): i DO NOT have a thermometer and i couldn't buy one today! i'm going to &lt;u&gt;die&lt;/u&gt;! mrs franklin is going to send me to THAT lady. *sobs* this is &lt;b&gt;truly, madly, deeply&lt;/b&gt; SHIT! i hate this week although it's CNY week. HMPHS. waste money to buy some stupid $11.50 book tmr, as well. aiyos. *grumbles*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WENT TO MICHELLE'S HOUSE TODAY! the bus ride was okay, la. she said it was going to be so &lt;i&gt;looong&lt;/i&gt;, SO SHORT. and CAN YOU BELIEVE IT?! we used to live SO &lt;s&gt;FUCKING&lt;/s&gt; NEAR TO EACH OTHER!!! well, untill i moved house to Whampoa. she lived opposite the road frommy house in 2006. not DIRECTLY but, ya. coincidence? YEAH! lmao. &lt;br /&gt;me and VARSHAsexy have declared that we both HAVE &lt;b&gt;fo&lt;u&gt;rtress&lt;/u&gt;es&lt;/b&gt;. muahaha.&lt;br /&gt;so pro, riiight? hahahas. it's war. i haven't truly, madly, deeply infiltrated your premises but I WILL. trust me. ASHanisiah is going to drop big bomb on VARSHAsexy's fortress. MUAHAHAHAHA. CEDAR WAR II. jahaha. ((: lols.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh. i'm so super &lt;b&gt;boring&lt;/b&gt; today. this has been a &lt;b&gt;partially&lt;/b&gt; lame and boring entry. anyways, i've got to run. regular blogger to be, coming through. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;`vintagesweetnothings.meetsrockstar-&lt;br /&gt;ASHanisiahlovesyou.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25998967-1808673420312686938?l=theworldconspired.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theworldconspired.blogspot.com/feeds/1808673420312686938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25998967&amp;postID=1808673420312686938' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25998967/posts/default/1808673420312686938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25998967/posts/default/1808673420312686938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theworldconspired.blogspot.com/2007/02/heyys_22.html' title=''/><author><name>shazlinnn.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15611721168433345193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25998967.post-4576462376561496825</id><published>2007-02-21T18:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-21T02:25:29.546-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>h&lt;u&gt;eeyy&lt;/u&gt;s. &lt;br /&gt;i have funny shit to show you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i136.photobucket.com/albums/q163/anisiahshazlin/wash-and-repeat.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i136.photobucket.com/albums/q163/anisiahshazlin/you-lose.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cute, right?! CUTE, RIGHT?! mueheehee. i found them under *favourites on my sisters' acc. this rocks. (:&lt;br /&gt;byes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NISHA'ANISIAH LOVES YOU.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;vintagesweetnothings&lt;/u&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25998967-4576462376561496825?l=theworldconspired.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theworldconspired.blogspot.com/feeds/4576462376561496825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25998967&amp;postID=4576462376561496825' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25998967/posts/default/4576462376561496825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25998967/posts/default/4576462376561496825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theworldconspired.blogspot.com/2007/02/hi_21.html' title=''/><author><name>shazlinnn.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15611721168433345193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25998967.post-5435297220600352701</id><published>2007-02-21T16:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-21T01:47:43.556-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hello.&lt;br /&gt;i've &lt;u&gt;just&lt;/u&gt; reached home. and i have &lt;i&gt;record breaking&lt;/i&gt; news.&lt;br /&gt;newsflash: anisiah shazlin woke up at 6.05 am this morning and &lt;b&gt;made it to school at 7.10.&lt;/b&gt; bathed in 10 minutes, prepared for school in 15 and made it out of the hose at 6.35, NOT missing the bus. HALLELUJAH. &lt;br /&gt;record breaking r&lt;u&gt;ocksta&lt;/u&gt;r, here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways. (:&lt;br /&gt;first lesson was science. we learnt the area thingy. very boring. it seems very &lt;s&gt;hard&lt;/s&gt; easy but the truth is, during the &lt;b&gt;upcoming science test&lt;/b&gt;, i'm going to do very badly at all these stuff, especially those that has to do with horrible maths. after tt was home econs lecture. SO SIAN! mrs woo is so &lt;b&gt;fierce&lt;/b&gt;. then tt mrs tan is so boring... &lt;b&gt;it was like &lt;u&gt;dying&lt;/u&gt; over and over again.&lt;/b&gt; then was malay and we have a &lt;s&gt;fucking&lt;/s&gt; really thick stack of 'peribahasa' to remember. then was maths. and yes, mr chan is still being nice. wonder why. maybe he really does prefer us &lt;i&gt;rocking&lt;/i&gt; 1Cians to his &lt;s&gt;lame&lt;/s&gt; poseur form class. after tt was &lt;b&gt;TOP&lt;/b&gt;!!! &lt;br /&gt;and guess what?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;1/C, MY ROCKING CLASS&lt;/i&gt;, WON &lt;u&gt;3RD&lt;/u&gt; FOR &lt;u&gt;THE BEST CLASS NOTICE BOARD&lt;/u&gt;, WHOOOOT!!!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah! 1Cians rock forever. hee. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after school was PSGM and in &lt;u&gt;under&lt;/u&gt; 25 minutes, we came up with an &lt;b&gt;AH-mazing&lt;/b&gt; skit. it's supposed to be related to the phrase; "Durians with the Queen". the skit we did r&lt;u&gt;ocks&lt;/u&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;everything r&lt;u&gt;ocks&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oneC r&lt;u&gt;ocks&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss all my ex-balestarians. you're all my homeys! :D hahas. if only we could all have one last outing together, a big one. real big. like hang out at east coast beach or smth. that'll be great. give me a big fat squeeshed up hug! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAYS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i136.photobucket.com/albums/q163/anisiahshazlin/zonkers.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i136.photobucket.com/albums/q163/anisiahshazlin/ROCKSTARHERO.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i136.photobucket.com/albums/q163/anisiahshazlin/255669894_da14769dd6.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i136.photobucket.com/albums/q163/anisiahshazlin/yep.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yep. here are some photos. some tooken &lt;s&gt;long&lt;/s&gt; long ago. enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oops, i've got to run. will be a regular blogger now that my com's fixed. promise. &lt;s&gt;I LOVE YOU, I LOVE YOU TOO.&lt;/s&gt; hahas. byes! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"And though nobody hears you scream, i'll scream with you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;anisiah loves you.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;vintagesweetnothings&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25998967-5435297220600352701?l=theworldconspired.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theworldconspired.blogspot.com/feeds/5435297220600352701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25998967&amp;postID=5435297220600352701' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25998967/posts/default/5435297220600352701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25998967/posts/default/5435297220600352701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theworldconspired.blogspot.com/2007/02/hello.html' title=''/><author><name>shazlinnn.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15611721168433345193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25998967.post-2913123868706112159</id><published>2007-02-20T21:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-20T05:20:11.753-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>heyys.&lt;br /&gt;omfg, I &lt;b&gt;LOVE&lt;/b&gt; MY BROTHER!!! he fixed my computer. i feel like planting his face with &lt;u&gt;kisses&lt;/u&gt;! :) hahas. hallelujah! he fixed my com. sigh. &lt;br /&gt;can it get any better? maybe. it all depends how you think it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways.&lt;br /&gt;it's CNY. i've completely forgotten what homework we have and there's going to be school tomorrow. &lt;u&gt;DAMN&lt;/u&gt;. this isn't good. i haven't even ironed my uniform. i shld stop leaving things to the last minute. &lt;s&gt;tt's why i am so unorganised.&lt;/s&gt; omg, i sound like a &lt;b&gt;geek&lt;/b&gt;! I'M TURNING INTO ONE, NOOOO. &lt;br /&gt;annie and kim's right. i &lt;b&gt;have&lt;/b&gt; become a geek. &lt;s&gt;it's contagious.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways.&lt;br /&gt;my sister and i are planning to paint our room purple. &lt;i&gt;PURPLE&lt;/i&gt;! it's going to look &lt;s&gt;sweet&lt;/s&gt; cool. a total revamp, you cld say. and we're getting a day bed for me. when it's done, i'll take pictures for everybody to see. okayys? :D&lt;br /&gt;sch's been tiring as usual. my track seniors are super fun. track training's okayy. &lt;s&gt;everything's normal.&lt;/s&gt; i havent' gone to sch late. i guess i'm getting used to it. &lt;br /&gt;life's been wierd. boring yet full of surprises. i have a new &lt;b&gt;godbro&lt;/b&gt;. he's &lt;u&gt;really important&lt;/u&gt; because he is someone i know that is emotionally attached to me yet is just a friend. i'm glad he's my godbro. he deserves to be given a chance. NONE of you know him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways.&lt;br /&gt;today i stayed at home 24/7. not fun. i ate. watched tv. ate a little more. used the com. in other words, i've been &lt;i&gt;pigging&lt;/i&gt; out. and being lazy. oh, i've forgotten to mention ystd!&lt;br /&gt;well, i slept over at kim's house on sunday. we talked alot. i met two new ppl, her neighbours. &lt;u&gt;pancy&lt;/u&gt; and &lt;u&gt;howard&lt;/u&gt; &lt;b&gt;rock&lt;/b&gt;. they're super funny! played alot of basketball and went swimming. i actually &lt;u&gt;studied&lt;/u&gt;! but there was one bad thing that happened and i refuse to mention anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's getting late, i got to run.&lt;br /&gt;"I am not afraid to keep on living." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anisiahlovesyou.&lt;br /&gt;vintagesweetnothings.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25998967-2913123868706112159?l=theworldconspired.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theworldconspired.blogspot.com/feeds/2913123868706112159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25998967&amp;postID=2913123868706112159' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25998967/posts/default/2913123868706112159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25998967/posts/default/2913123868706112159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theworldconspired.blogspot.com/2007/02/heyys.html' title=''/><author><name>shazlinnn.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15611721168433345193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25998967.post-8370780559967652436</id><published>2007-02-13T21:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-13T21:12:53.467-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hello!&lt;br /&gt;i'm in the com lab right now and i'm partially missing captains ball. i gtg.&lt;br /&gt;bb!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25998967-8370780559967652436?l=theworldconspired.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theworldconspired.blogspot.com/feeds/8370780559967652436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25998967&amp;postID=8370780559967652436' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25998967/posts/default/8370780559967652436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25998967/posts/default/8370780559967652436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theworldconspired.blogspot.com/2007/02/hello-im-in-com-lab-right-now-and-im.html' title=''/><author><name>shazlinnn.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15611721168433345193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25998967.post-7481978550485482404</id><published>2007-02-09T23:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-09T06:09:03.430-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HELLO! (:&lt;br /&gt;hihi. finally, i get to update my blog! yay! i've been dying without my blog.&lt;br /&gt;and guess what?&lt;br /&gt;omfg: i have to get off soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sch's been fun. track's been tiring. everything's normal. i'm seeing my friends from pri sch still.&lt;br /&gt;and i'm in jw's house now!! (:&lt;br /&gt;we're still gd friends, yay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so. i've been really boring. very boring. yes, i know.&lt;br /&gt;TOMORROW GO BEACH! YAY. lol. tmr is family day as well. nobody is going, sob.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMFG, I GTG. i'll blog from sch. i miss you all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;guns may come and bullets may go but friends like us could last forever. ;D&lt;br /&gt;hearts. vintagesweetnothings. poseurs suck.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25998967-7481978550485482404?l=theworldconspired.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theworldconspired.blogspot.com/feeds/7481978550485482404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25998967&amp;postID=7481978550485482404' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25998967/posts/default/7481978550485482404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25998967/posts/default/7481978550485482404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theworldconspired.blogspot.com/2007/02/hello-hihi.html' title=''/><author><name>shazlinnn.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15611721168433345193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25998967.post-517312845049605635</id><published>2007-02-01T15:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-31T23:06:21.199-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hi.&lt;br /&gt;heh. i have no idea what's wrong with my blog but i don't care anymore. wah.&lt;br /&gt;anyways.&lt;br /&gt;I HAVE CREATED THE 1/C BLOG! lol. the addy is: http://www.1c07-hotandspicychillipeppers.blogspot.com&lt;br /&gt;super long. heh. blame me and ARIEL. nyah, nyah. (:&lt;br /&gt;anyways,&lt;br /&gt;today went by pretty fast. have very little homework and nth to do, so yes, i have made my way entusiastically to this lab. AND IT'S SO FRIGGIN' COLD I THINK MY HANDS WILL FALL OFF DUE TO FROSTBITE! i hate the cold. BLAH. &lt;br /&gt;me and cen yun paired up to have a war against syuhaidah, man. she's sitting diagonally opposit use but she's infront so we have advantage. we stole her weapon and tried to use it against her but there was never the right time because i swear, the teachers are super VIGILANT! it's crazy... during english, syu tried to retrieve it but she failed and was on the floor laughing her ass off. LMAO. heh. she's been super crazy, la! you know what she does? she takes her headband and puts it across her specs/eyes and says in a weird voice while moving her head from side to side: "CYCLOPS, CYCLOPS." well, it is the guy from Xmen. and it's so lame!!! &lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me, syu, michelle, ariel, alex and lena are UBER obsessed with getting to the canteen first to beat the FRIGGIN' long queues and they won't allow me to roll up my 'way below the knees' skirt so i walk around the school looking like the nerd of the century since i have to clip up my fringe. BLECH. you have no idea. maybe you do since you've seen my friendster acc but yes, it swear, it's gone from okay to EXTREME. they're so particular abt everything. they as in the school, la. not my friends. we're just obsessed with getting to the canteen first. we don't always win.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mr chan has been kidnapped and replaced by a lookalike! MR CHAN HAS BECOME SO NICE TO US ALREADY! yay. but i wonder why the drastic change... he gave us lollipops ystd. YUMMY lollipops. and today, he let us off on time and he actually SMILED. lol. sounds like a normal teacher. AND YOU KNOW WHAT? he is an ex-balestarian. he was FROM BALESTIER HILL PRIMARY SCHOOL AND HE HAD TO CLIMB THOSE VERY 72 STEPS UP THE HILL, LAST TIME. i was shocked. he is "family". LMFAO. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;family day is on 10 february, saturday. i can invite maximum 4 ppl. who wants to go? i need and answer by tomorrow. this is open to those who CAN come in the morning. ;P don't worry, that doesn't mean anything. it just means you have to wake up slightly earlier. no study crap. we get to play stuff and if we're not having fun, we can take a mrt down to dhoby gaut or eat McD's at potong pasir. yeah? okay? okay. LOL. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;michelle rocks! well everybody else does but we mostly see eye to eye and have alot alot in common. yay.&lt;br /&gt;syu's the nicest. although she get's crazy and angry smtimes.&lt;br /&gt;lena's so cute!!!! haha. KAWAII!&lt;br /&gt;alex, my MOUNT CURLY HAIR. goodie friend.&lt;br /&gt;ariel's my philippine buddy. we are so alike. she likes vintage, so do i! LOL.&lt;br /&gt;cenyun's my crazy volleyballer. DSA!&lt;br /&gt;debbie's the long-d runner who likes to tickle me.&lt;br /&gt;jinrong is moi obsessed with getting me to come to church with her friend.&lt;br /&gt;AIYA. GOT ALOT LAR. if i post all, i'd die of the cold just before i get to 38 pupils.&lt;br /&gt;SIGH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways (:&lt;br /&gt;I MISS ALL MY PRI SCHOOL FRIENDS. even mean-ie andi wibowo who is in sec 1e3 in bhss. LOL. mean fatty! no la, jk jk. &lt;br /&gt;i miss kim and ppl at whitley. i miss ying. i miss ernie. I MISS YONGI!!! sob. i miss wil. i miss jingwen. alot alot alot, la.&lt;br /&gt;sigh.&lt;br /&gt;OOPS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have to run. 3 o'clock alr. will blog soon, ya?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thegirlwhotakesprideinhervintagesweetnothingslovesyou.mwahs.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25998967-517312845049605635?l=theworldconspired.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theworldconspired.blogspot.com/feeds/517312845049605635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25998967&amp;postID=517312845049605635' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25998967/posts/default/517312845049605635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25998967/posts/default/517312845049605635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theworldconspired.blogspot.com/2007/02/hi.html' title=''/><author><name>shazlinnn.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15611721168433345193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25998967.post-5965166959413915060</id><published>2007-01-30T14:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-29T22:23:24.509-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hi.&lt;br /&gt;hmms. in sch com lab now. erms. (: the com lab's open after sch everyday, yay!!!&lt;br /&gt;lol-ies.&lt;br /&gt;my leg hurts badly. it's so pain. T.T i can't believe i fell down during jogging. i tripped over this metal thingy i didn't see. DIAO. hee. i hate jogging period. two rounds around the entire ginormous school. BLECH. training's tough. very tough. wonder how i'm going to train tmr with my leg... sigh. &lt;br /&gt;OMG. i thought tt was a teacher. i was abt to close the window. DIAO. i'm in love with "DIAO"s. (: lalala.&lt;br /&gt;i miss bhps kids!!! okay, not kids, FRIENDS. lol. so sian without you guys. T.T SIAN SIAN SIAN. &lt;br /&gt;hee. there's this damn pretty girl in jumps in T&amp;F. Elisha, i think. she is DAMN pretty. but i'm NOT in love with her, KAYS?! crazy michelle got the wrong idea. blahs.&lt;br /&gt;i got my phone back! but different number. ask jw or smth if you want my number. OR KIM. ya. i miss kim!!! i miss diana. i miss jin wen. i miss yan yi. i miss wilson. i miss ying ying. AIYA, MISS SO MANY PPL too lazy to list. plus, i alr said this abt a hundred time alr. (my entries don't even reach hundreds yet.) OMG. my english is horrible. i write so many "la" and "diao". and "aiya". AIYA! lame. i'm so hyper today. i dunno' why. hmms. i think it's because of the CNY auditions. me and my friends were screaming the newly written 1C version of He Xin Nian. I THINK tt's how you spell it, la. i repeat, i think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'WHY IS BARBIE SO POPULAR WHEN WE HAVE TO BUY HER FRIENDS?' &lt;br /&gt;hmms. why? it's true. if BARBIE was so popular, her "friends" tt lil' kids buy would come in one whole set. omfg. tt'll cost hundreds. she has approximately close to 100 "minions", i think! so ex'. LMFAO. this is so lame. got nth to type..! heh. :D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry i haven't re-linked alot of ppl. i have not been able to go online as much. uber sorry! ): &lt;br /&gt;i miss wilson. ALOT. is your hp working? hehs. :D&lt;br /&gt;ppl from bhss who come to tag my tagboard, how do you know me?? i only know suriyana and tt was less than 3 minutes worth of talking. if Andi disturbs you, TELL ME. i'll scold him for you. ^ ^ hee. he's SUPPOSEDLY my kor. you know what i mean, right?&lt;br /&gt;he's still fat after 2 months. GEEZ. he used to be in my malay class. hehs. he LOVES to disturb girls and can be unbearable and disgusting at times. :P bear with him! he's actually quite nice. don't be surprised i know almost half your class, 1E3!!! hahas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CNY eve anybody going back to bhps? i don't want to go and then nobody turn up. so out of place. hmms. please come!!! i don't care if you are at bhss or a sch in toa payoh and don't want to go. MUST COME...! lol, sounds too much like a threat. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's 2:30 alr, i gtg. will blog again soon.&lt;br /&gt;FOB infinity on high ROCKS MY SOCKS!&lt;br /&gt;anisiahloveschocolate.retrotoo. (:&lt;br /&gt;hearts.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25998967-5965166959413915060?l=theworldconspired.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theworldconspired.blogspot.com/feeds/5965166959413915060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25998967&amp;postID=5965166959413915060' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25998967/posts/default/5965166959413915060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25998967/posts/default/5965166959413915060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theworldconspired.blogspot.com/2007/01/hi_30.html' title=''/><author><name>shazlinnn.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15611721168433345193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25998967.post-822785781771589781</id><published>2007-01-28T03:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-28T03:28:16.604-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i will blog soon. sorry for not being online for so long. my com's spoilt. &lt;br /&gt;WIL, I MISS YOU! &lt;br /&gt;ask jw for my house number, if you want.&lt;br /&gt;tag me for your re-links.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25998967-822785781771589781?l=theworldconspired.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theworldconspired.blogspot.com/feeds/822785781771589781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25998967&amp;postID=822785781771589781' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25998967/posts/default/822785781771589781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25998967/posts/default/822785781771589781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theworldconspired.blogspot.com/2007/01/i-will-blog-soon.html' title=''/><author><name>shazlinnn.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15611721168433345193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25998967.post-25507080233629192</id><published>2007-01-23T21:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-23T21:16:56.166-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6666cc;"&gt;heys.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#6666cc;"&gt;i'm at my sch com lab npw. i have PSGM after this so i have to rush through this entry. D-OH. rofl. i'm such a dorky person nowadays.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#6666cc;"&gt;i miss everybody. THOSE PPL FROM BHSS WHO VISIT MY BLOG, please leave a tag for your blog addy to so i can add you guys. make new friends. (: i feel like a bloody P1 kid again. "DIAO". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#6666cc;"&gt;anyways,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#6666cc;"&gt;i miss everybody to bits. sob. erms.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#6666cc;"&gt;OHH. why does nini have to be so mean to kim? hmms. it's not my prob so i shall not further comment. it'll only get me in trouble. LOLs. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#6666cc;"&gt;OOPS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#6666cc;"&gt;gtg. will blog soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#6666cc;"&gt;byes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25998967-25507080233629192?l=theworldconspired.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theworldconspired.blogspot.com/feeds/25507080233629192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25998967&amp;postID=25507080233629192' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25998967/posts/default/25507080233629192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25998967/posts/default/25507080233629192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theworldconspired.blogspot.com/2007/01/heys.html' title=''/><author><name>shazlinnn.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15611721168433345193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25998967.post-1212457754173232247</id><published>2007-01-22T19:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-22T03:13:33.924-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6666cc;"&gt;hello~!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#6666cc;"&gt;I AM SO SO SORRY. tt i haven't been online, haven't checked my mail, haven't blogged and haven't contacted much people until today. i've been super busy. school has swallowed up my &lt;s&gt;almost perfect&lt;/s&gt; social life. screw tt. i haven't even talked to anyone much besides jing wen for ONE FREAKING LONG WEEK. more than tt. i miss everybody.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#6666cc;"&gt;the person i miss most is, guess who...? it's damn easy to guess. ahh, forget the guessing. IT'S SO SUPER &lt;b&gt;OBVIOUS&lt;/b&gt;. tsk tsk. if you don't know, you are mentally deranged. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;WIL, I MISS YOU ALOT ALOT ALOT.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#6666cc;"&gt;i think you got the &lt;i&gt;letter&lt;/i&gt;. hahas. (: sorry if your class made a fuss or anything. am i forgiven? &lt;3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#6666cc;"&gt;yan yi. I HAVE NO IDEA if you like my christmas present or not. ABSOLUTELY NO CLUE. please, &lt;i&gt;please&lt;/i&gt; contact me. it's been so long since we talked. &lt;b&gt;BLAH.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#6666cc;"&gt;ONE. i am &lt;b&gt;sleep&lt;/b&gt; deprived. which is horrible. i could barely keep awake during Geography.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#6666cc;"&gt;TWO.  i am chocolate deprived. I &lt;b&gt;NEED CHOCOLATE&lt;/b&gt;! it's like a food supplement. lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#6666cc;"&gt;THREE. i need my friends. primary school friends. SOB.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#6666cc;"&gt;anyways (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#6666cc;"&gt;i have to go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#6666cc;"&gt;IN YOUR FACE AND OUT OF PLACE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#6666cc;"&gt;anisiahloveschocolatesodoyou.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25998967-1212457754173232247?l=theworldconspired.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theworldconspired.blogspot.com/feeds/1212457754173232247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25998967&amp;postID=1212457754173232247' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25998967/posts/default/1212457754173232247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25998967/posts/default/1212457754173232247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theworldconspired.blogspot.com/2007/01/hello-i-am-so-so-sorry.html' title=''/><author><name>shazlinnn.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15611721168433345193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25998967.post-535496982018033030</id><published>2007-01-14T11:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-14T03:26:58.853-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6666cc;"&gt;hello!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#6666cc;"&gt;may i request tt yan yi &lt;strong&gt;STOP&lt;/strong&gt; changing her blog adress...? i haven't changed mine since early last year! geez. i might change mine today though. :D but i don't know what to put as the addy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;MOVING ON.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#6666cc;"&gt;today, while i was reading annie's blog, guess what i found? yes, it's the latest entry. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#6666cc;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#6666cc;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#6666cc;"&gt;life's unfair and unpredictable... i choose not to elaborate.i'm just going to say i'm shocked.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#6666cc;"&gt;heh. i guess i'm off. will blog soon again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#6666cc;"&gt;trademark anisiah-ness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25998967-535496982018033030?l=theworldconspired.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theworldconspired.blogspot.com/feeds/535496982018033030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25998967&amp;postID=535496982018033030' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25998967/posts/default/535496982018033030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25998967/posts/default/535496982018033030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theworldconspired.blogspot.com/2007/01/hello-may-i-request-tt-yan-yi-stop.html' title=''/><author><name>shazlinnn.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15611721168433345193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25998967.post-4132032960984547642</id><published>2007-01-13T15:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-12T23:06:14.203-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6666cc;"&gt;hello!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#6666cc;"&gt;today was UBER fun! INDUCTION DAY ROCKED. it's going under my "good memories" sector. haha. erms. anyway, i came late for induction cause i wasn't feeling too well. apparently, i felt much better half an hour later. geez. i went for induction. when we entered the MPH, i was so friggin' happy. i had this sense of pride thingy going on. i just felt like squealing. too bad for me, my dad wasn't there so he wouldn't have felt what i felt. i'm actually really excited abt it all. the prospect of what's ahead got me going. we stood for ages until the last class, sec 1S, came in. they walk so slowly! geez. my back hurt from standing for too long. haha. the presentation began, blah blah. mrs oyang presented her speech.so did the head prefect and the representatives from the 9 classes and VASHA presented her speech too. she's really nice. ohh. the diff classes had to talk abt our class emblem. i have no idea how you spell it but, ya. we had to recite our class cheer/pledge too! we were so soft. barely audible.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#6666cc;"&gt;after tt was the badge presentation which was quite quick. then IT WAS THE PERFORMANCES. yay-ness. first was the band. they played three pieces which were okay. not too bad. they were really gd though. then was handbell ensemble. the small bells were so cute! hahaha. then, the choir sang this really motivating and nice song! haha. i can see why they need loadsa' ppl for choir. they're so gd!  after choir was the dance performance! it totally rocked. the song they remixed was effing cool. :D they dance so well. it was like mini-beyonces on stage dancing. i say it was the best performance of all. i wonder whether they video recorded it... hmmm. maybe. the seniors sang a song for us too! it was quite funny. lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;after tt,  we cheered Cedar Revolution and stuff like tt and we TOOK OUR CLASS PHOTOS! we're going to have alot of class photo's. we alr have 2 so far. and more photos of me and my friends la. yay-ness! hahaha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#6666cc;"&gt;and guess what?! our pupil leaders told us more ghost stories abt the sch! on firday, mrs franklin told us one story, too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#6666cc;"&gt;story #1: as told by mrs franklin. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#6666cc;"&gt;a few years ago, there was this girl who was training at sch for track and field. she was sickso i think the coach asked her to go and rest. she rested near the gym area and after awhile,she went to the toilet at the water coolers tt we ALWAYS drink from. we don't dare drink from there anymore alr. haha. she went inside, blah blah. when she was washing her hands, she felt smth behind her so she turned around and saw this hideous, extremely ugly old lady.she screamed and fainted. frozen stiff, seriously. her friends heard her scream so they went to check on her in the toilet. when they saw her, one of them went to call a teacher. at tt time, my form teacher, mrs franklin, was at the staff room so she went to check on her and stuff. they tried to wake her up but she only came around after a few minutes later. and she told my teacher and her friends what happened. her parents said tt she was able to see ghosts. when we heard the story, we got freaked out and didn't want to go to tt particular toilet anymore. haha. :D it happened again too. but it happened at the toilet across my classroom block. and we always go there! so we go to the one near the canteen instead. LOL. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#6666cc;"&gt;story #2: as told by sarah (pupil leader) :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#6666cc;"&gt;erm. there was this  girl who was in red cross, i think. i'm not so sure how this stroy goes. correct me if i'm wrong!smth happened to her near the red cross area AT THE watchtower. IT IS DIRECTLY ABOVE THE FOYER. every two years, somehow, the flag raisers will end up raising the sch flag higher than the singapore flag. when tt happens, some ppl will be able to see the girl jump from the watchtower to the courtyard and there WILL be a pool of blood where she lands. and yes, it freaked us out. not because of the girl. BUT BECAUSE MEAN-IE YING TZE(pupil leader) SCREAMED SUDDENLY. lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#6666cc;"&gt;story #3: as told by amirah (pupil leader)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#6666cc;"&gt;erms. this group of girls were playing the "spirit" game outside one of the sec 1 classrooms (what if it's mine?!) when one of the girls got possessed by a &lt;strong&gt;MAN &lt;/strong&gt;spirit. the parents found out and sent the girl to many priests and exorcists in Sg but they couldn't get the spirit out from her body. so last time, everyday at sch, the girl would "touch" herself (me: EW!) because the man spirit forces her too. i don't think she's aware of it though.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#6666cc;"&gt;there's some more but i refuse to blog abt them. there's a long "history" to our sch man. 50 years of all this creepy stuf.. ugh. *bites lip* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#6666cc;"&gt;lalala, interesting entry? :D haha. it's abit lame, la. but i'm bored and need smth to do. heh. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#6666cc;"&gt;anyways. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#6666cc;"&gt;i'm going to do smth else. will blog soon!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#6666cc;"&gt;miss my pri sch friends alot. *hugs* heh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#6666cc;"&gt;give it up for 1C! trademark anisiah-ness. :D  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25998967-4132032960984547642?l=theworldconspired.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theworldconspired.blogspot.com/feeds/4132032960984547642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25998967&amp;postID=4132032960984547642' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25998967/posts/default/4132032960984547642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25998967/posts/default/4132032960984547642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theworldconspired.blogspot.com/2007/01/hello-today-was-uber-fun-induction-day.html' title=''/><author><name>shazlinnn.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15611721168433345193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25998967.post-2625782481638410256</id><published>2007-01-11T20:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-11T04:21:27.102-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6666cc;"&gt;okay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#6666cc;"&gt;today, i'm not happy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#6666cc;"&gt;firstly,the reason why i changed back my skin is because i didn't really like the other skin anymore. i love this one. secondly, induction ceremony rehearsal SUCKED. i hated it so much. we had to stand super still and not breathe a word. like wtf. dont be so harsh on us...!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#6666cc;"&gt;anw.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#6666cc;"&gt;I DID NOT COPY ANNIE. i totally forgot. if we aregrowing distant and you want to tell me off, say it straight, guys! i really did not copy annie. AND IF YOU WANT ME TO CHANGE IT, FINE. i will. smth original. I AM NO POSEUR. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#6666cc;"&gt;michelle and i laughed alot today because of shandeep, atiqah, dhivya and ariel. hilarious.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#6666cc;"&gt;i realise smth. i've been blogging less and less abt my pri sch friends and i guess it's kinda' bad of me since i promised not to lose contact and all. i'd say tt it's very difficult for me since we're all in diff schools but i can't use tt as an excuse since when i get home,i can go online and chat or call you guys up. sorry. i feel like i don't know you guys anymore. what some of you said abt me falling apart is true. i am growing distant. i'm highly influenced by my new friends so i'm sorry. i guess it's just an act to fit in. everybody does tt but itlooks like i'm in desperate need of it. NOONE except adel and joypriya is in cedar so i feel kinda' lonely and upset smtimes tt i know i have to make an effort to fit in.if i've made you upset too, i'm really sorry. i don't know how many times i'll apologize but, ya.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#6666cc;"&gt;anw.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#6666cc;"&gt;if you guys find my blog boring, you could be more lenient abt it. i haven't had as much time as everybody else to blog, you know? it's tough smtimes. instead of blogging everyday like i usually do, i'm blogging less and less. but truthfully, somedays i really have a boring day at sch so you can't blame me for writing lame stuff. and i don't blog much abt you guys (pri sch friends) either. sorry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#6666cc;"&gt;tmr i really have no idea how many ppl are going back to bhps cause everybody cancels at the last minute. i hate tt fact. ihope my besties come, at least. i need to catch up on what i've missed-alot. i'm no longer close to you guys.i even feel non-existent to you guys anymore. wish i kept more in contact from the first day of sch. it was my mistake. and it's not like i have anyone arnd me nowadays. i don't go out. i just go home, do hmwork and sleep. not much of a life, ehh? you'd hate my life if you were me. it's so quiet now. it used to be bustling with activities and stuff but not anymore. getting used to sec sch life is tough, i guess. some of you are lucky cause' you have each other at sch. i regret going to cedar, sometimes. at others, i'm really happy. i have absolutely no idea why. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#6666cc;"&gt;i was so happy to see kim and annie ystd evening! yay, you guys came over! well, not into my house, ya. we ate "polvorons". it's a filipina snack. we all prefered the chocolate one. i hadn't tried tt one before and i guess it's really yummy! haha. after tt, we went to the playground near JW's house and sat there. KIM TOOK MY SLIPPERS AND THREW THEM ARND. T.T hee. but got her sch shoes as well. basically, it was just chasing each other for our shoes/slippers. LOL. they had to go home after tt which was sad. cause i miss them alot. i guess they've changed like me too cause we all act differently. i guess i've becomemore nredy. it's cedar's fault. they made me nerdy (: haha. but you guys aren'taslight bit nerdy. like look at me! high socks, tucked in shirt, wear tie always, no fringe allowed, long skirt. of course i've been turned into a nerd on the outside. i'm still the same on the inside. if you even understand what i mean, kim and annie. sigh... why must things be so diff.. will i see you guys on friday?(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#6666cc;"&gt;please come.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#6666cc;"&gt;anisiahloveschocolatessodoyoudotcom. ta-daa.   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25998967-2625782481638410256?l=theworldconspired.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theworldconspired.blogspot.com/feeds/2625782481638410256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25998967&amp;postID=2625782481638410256' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25998967/posts/default/2625782481638410256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25998967/posts/default/2625782481638410256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theworldconspired.blogspot.com/2007/01/okay.html' title=''/><author><name>shazlinnn.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15611721168433345193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25998967.post-7280428070431079583</id><published>2007-01-10T00:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-09T08:27:45.242-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;heyy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#666666;"&gt;this PAGE took forever to load. GRR. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#666666;"&gt;okay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#666666;"&gt;TODAY, was the stupid induction ceremony rehearsal and because of tt, i didn't get to catch the bhps track training. they weren't there when i arrived SO i walked home and i passed adilah's house SO i decided to drop by. tt was abt 5.15 PM and i waited for her for 30 minutes. rofl. erms. her mum was really nice, AS USUAL. she served me a glass of water and traditional malay donuts made of tapioca which was really really YUMMY! when adilah came, SHE LOOKS SO CUTE IN HER WHITLEY UNIFORM. she said i look better in cedar uniform. we chatted for quite awhile. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#666666;"&gt;i went home after tt, d-oh. and to my SURPRISE, my bro and sis wanted to go to velocity so i tagged along. I SWEAR, VELOCITY IS NO POINT GOING TO. it's so boring. i EVEN PREFER united square, la. even though they sell branded stuff and haveone or two LAME sales WHICH CONSIST OF NO BRANDED CLOTHES, it's super boring.if you DO NOT have money, it's no point going to. go there if you are super loaded with cash. rofl. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#666666;"&gt;erms.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#666666;"&gt;sch today was FUN. but tiring, as well. we had our C&amp;T lessons which is craft and technology. we're doing sewing for the first 5 weeks. WITH A SEWING MACHINE! hee. it's super fun! and we have to do thist-shirt thingy. we'll be graded on it. i think C&amp;amp;T is so fun. AHH. hahaha. after sewing, we'll be doing COOKING. i can't wait. i read in the home econs bk tt we'll becooking acake. YAY. i wonder whether it's individually or not. hmm, hmm. there was no jogging because of the bad weather. we WORE OUR PE TSHIRTS for no reason. it was so wtf when we heard the announcement. it wasn't the greatest day, i have to admit. it may have been fun but it definitely wasn't the best day i've had in cedar. THERE'S BEEN BETTER. :D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#666666;"&gt;here's a song me and my friends made up to the tune of smack that. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#666666;"&gt;TAMMIE, ALL ON THE FLOOR.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#666666;"&gt;TAMMIE, WIPE UP SOME MORE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#666666;"&gt;TAMMIE, DIRTY HANDS SOME MORE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#666666;"&gt;TAMMIE, OHOHOHOH. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#666666;"&gt;ALEX, MOUNT CURLY HAIR.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#666666;"&gt;ALEX, MUST STRAIGHTEN HAIR.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#666666;"&gt;ALEX, NEVER PAY BUS FAIR.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#666666;"&gt;ALEX, OHOHOHOH.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#666666;"&gt;hee. we only did it for alex and tammie cause it sounded funnier. hee. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#666666;"&gt;NO OFFENSE, GIRL!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#666666;"&gt;jinrong so bad T.T call me draw body so she can design clothes on top. make me feel gross sia. HAHA. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#666666;"&gt;aiya. i ahven't done my hmwork yet. i better go and do it in my bro's room. i haven't even finished my maths 10.3 yet, la. sigh. stubborn, stubborn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#666666;"&gt;IT'S ALL MY BROTHERS FAULT! go velocity for no reason. sigh. lame, lame.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#666666;"&gt;must wake up early to go to school! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#666666;"&gt;heh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#666666;"&gt;hearts,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#666666;"&gt;anisiah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#666666;"&gt;anisiahlovesyou.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25998967-7280428070431079583?l=theworldconspired.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theworldconspired.blogspot.com/feeds/7280428070431079583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25998967&amp;postID=7280428070431079583' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25998967/posts/default/7280428070431079583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25998967/posts/default/7280428070431079583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theworldconspired.blogspot.com/2007/01/heyy.html' title=''/><author><name>shazlinnn.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15611721168433345193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25998967.post-7371324211844377936</id><published>2007-01-08T01:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-07T09:18:13.915-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6666cc;"&gt;hello.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#6666cc;"&gt;i realise smth. WHEN I SAID HAPPY NEW YEAR AND SAID MY RESOLUTIONS, I NEVER CHANGED THE SKIN OF MY BLOG. well. i'm changing it now. all for 2007 and what's to come. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#6666cc;"&gt;HEARTS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#6666cc;"&gt;ANISIAH.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#6666cc;"&gt;"i never believed we could fly until the day you came and swept me off my feet."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25998967-7371324211844377936?l=theworldconspired.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theworldconspired.blogspot.com/feeds/7371324211844377936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25998967&amp;postID=7371324211844377936' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25998967/posts/default/7371324211844377936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25998967/posts/default/7371324211844377936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theworldconspired.blogspot.com/2007/01/hello.html' title=''/><author><name>shazlinnn.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15611721168433345193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25998967.post-3204684750149036910</id><published>2007-01-07T00:25:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-07T00:25:37.257-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6666cc;"&gt;heyy,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#6666cc;"&gt;saturday was uber boring. i was lazing around in the morning. i watched ocean's twelve on my dvd player and then went to toa payoh to buy my files and go to the library. i ate McD's using my ez-link card. at the start of the week, it was $20. now i think it's only abt $10, maybe? maybe even less... i don't know la. hope tmr, my daddee tops it up. heh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#6666cc;"&gt;erms.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#6666cc;"&gt;HMWORK is so difficult to do, la. to make matters worse, i'm on the com and it's gonna' take me forever to do, especially since i need to hand it up tmr! sigh.. i'm so stubborn and i keep putting things aside till' the last day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#6666cc;"&gt;WHEN ARE WE GOING BACK TO BHPS THIS WEEK? i'm soooo eager to see our teachers again. hurry hurry, make a date! don't look at me when it comes to planning, I SUCK. haha. but must check with me first also because i might have my try-outs tmr. heh. ohh, when we go back, you guys want to meet up or go straight there? i think it's better if we meet up. maybe at 7 eleven or smth. TAG ME FOR REPLY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#6666cc;"&gt;anways. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#6666cc;"&gt;I AM THE GENERAL SCIENCE REP. AND SO IS WIL. coincidence. heh. BIG COINCIDENCE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#6666cc;"&gt;ohh. NOW I HAVE A CLASSMATE TO ACCOMPANY ME FOR THELONG WALK TO AND FROM SCHOOL, YAY! haha. jing rong is going to take public transport starting from tmr so i think we're going to meet up at the potong pasir mrt stn bus stop every morning from now on. hope we won't be late! i was late on friday and the teacher gave me a warning but i had valid reason. mrs franklin was understanding abt it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#6666cc;"&gt;sigh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#6666cc;"&gt;i guess i better start on my homework, then. will blog soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#6666cc;"&gt;byeee~!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#6666cc;"&gt;hearts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#6666cc;"&gt;anisiah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25998967-3204684750149036910?l=theworldconspired.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theworldconspired.blogspot.com/feeds/3204684750149036910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25998967&amp;postID=3204684750149036910' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25998967/posts/default/3204684750149036910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25998967/posts/default/3204684750149036910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theworldconspired.blogspot.com/2007/01/heyy-saturday-was-uber-boring.html' title=''/><author><name>shazlinnn.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15611721168433345193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25998967.post-2733416698668596533</id><published>2007-01-05T20:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-05T04:54:03.930-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#9999ff;"&gt;erm. `ello~!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#9999ff;"&gt;i want to standardize my colour to this colour. i like it alot alot. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#9999ff;"&gt;anw.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#9999ff;"&gt;TODAY WAS ANOTHER EXTREMELY FUNN DAY. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#9999ff;"&gt;FIRSTLY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#9999ff;"&gt;everybody was extra hyper today! even during the CCA auditions so it was uber fun, la! we were singing and making alot of noise la. we were all damn talkative today. heh. I'M THE GENERAL SCIENCE REPRESENTATIVE! so i get to handle all the chemicals, etc. WHICH I LOVE. i sound like a geek here but i LOVE SCIENCE. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#9999ff;"&gt;anw.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#9999ff;"&gt;during the auditions, i was damn enthu la! i tried my best at everything and i think me and 2 or 3 other girls got our name ticked for long jump! hee. SEE, I CAN DO LONG JUMP! and i guess i've finally learnt how to squat when i land. not BUM first. LOL. i was first place for the 600m run, WHOOT! and i jumped really high for the vertical jumped. got "1++" points for throwing the softball thingy and i SUCK at throwing the shot put ball. (x altogether, I WAS DAMN EXHAUSTED but damn happy. TRALALA. after tt, we went home (d-oh). ariel's mum gave me a lift to potong pasir mrt station bus stop so i didn't have to walk the ten minute walk which i hate. erms. me and ariel sat at the waiting benches for abt half an hour but we got thirsty so we went to get iced milo from the vending machines. the vending machine was somewhat like the one's we have at bhps. it's the type where the cup comes out and then they pour the milo/tea/coffee in. the cup was SO CUTE...! cheap also lah, 50 cents. same like bhps. we talked alot alot and finally, HER MUM CAME. and sent me to the bus stop. whee~! (x i walked all the way to 7-eleven and bought CHOCOLATE! kitkat chunky. (x and coke light. at least i was less tired after drinking and eating la. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#9999ff;"&gt;AND THEN.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#9999ff;"&gt;i end up at home. jubilant. relaxed. not as tired. AND I GOT TO USE THE COM FIRST! YAY. haha. AND NOW, SINCE I'M BORED, i'm going to do other stuff online.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#9999ff;"&gt;1-Cee rocks!!! erms. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#9999ff;"&gt;SWEET. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#9999ff;"&gt;michelle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#9999ff;"&gt;ariel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#9999ff;"&gt;syuhaidah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#9999ff;"&gt;alexandra.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#9999ff;"&gt;jing rong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#9999ff;"&gt;valerie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#9999ff;"&gt;atiqah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#9999ff;"&gt;nicole.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#9999ff;"&gt;charlene.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#9999ff;"&gt;chen yun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#9999ff;"&gt;rachel. (1P)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#9999ff;"&gt;debra.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#9999ff;"&gt;lena.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#9999ff;"&gt;AND LOTS MORE. IN FACT, PRACTICALLY THE WHOLE CLASS. i'm lazy to exaggerate. that's all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#9999ff;"&gt;anw.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#9999ff;"&gt;hearts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#9999ff;"&gt;anisiah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25998967-2733416698668596533?l=theworldconspired.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theworldconspired.blogspot.com/feeds/2733416698668596533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25998967&amp;postID=2733416698668596533' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25998967/posts/default/2733416698668596533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25998967/posts/default/2733416698668596533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theworldconspired.blogspot.com/2007/01/erm.html' title=''/><author><name>shazlinnn.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15611721168433345193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25998967.post-44095114331353484</id><published>2007-01-04T17:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-04T01:33:58.966-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;`ello-!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#666666;"&gt;erms.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#666666;"&gt;today was fun. A-W-E-S-O-M-E. we had our lessons and the teachers were quite fun. the teachers turned out not to be tt bad, THANK GOD. ohh, and Mrs. Franklin's okay, THANK GOODNESS. i have to take higher MT though cause only me and atiqah aren't taking higher MT so the teach told us it's better to. the malay teach is nice and she's easy to understand. yay! heh. i have toask my father abt it, too. sigh.. so tired. yay-ness. i think one-cee rocks. everybody in it is extremely funny and nice...! hearts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#666666;"&gt;hee. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#666666;"&gt;right now i'm doing quizzes on &lt;a href="http://www.quizilla.com"&gt;www.quizilla.com&lt;/a&gt;. go there and try the quizzes, FUNN. some of them are really lame but go and have a laugh, man.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#666666;"&gt;oops. sorry it's not a detailed post. (: i gtg. will blog soon. mwah's.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#666666;"&gt;she hearts you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#666666;"&gt;anisiah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25998967-44095114331353484?l=theworldconspired.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theworldconspired.blogspot.com/feeds/44095114331353484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25998967&amp;postID=44095114331353484' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25998967/posts/default/44095114331353484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25998967/posts/default/44095114331353484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theworldconspired.blogspot.com/2007/01/ello-erms.html' title=''/><author><name>shazlinnn.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15611721168433345193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25998967.post-2439191932240542847</id><published>2007-01-03T19:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-03T03:34:10.099-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='SIGH.'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6666cc;"&gt;hey,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#6666cc;"&gt;i feel like changing my blog skin again. right now, i'm supposed to be doing hmwork but i got lazy half way. it's tough, kay! geography's tough but fun. i guess.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#6666cc;"&gt;erm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#6666cc;"&gt;i look okay in my uniform. i think. peeranut looks fine in his. so does cass. and ponthep. but norman looks like crap and sab lau looks okay. i haven't seen the rest in uni yet though.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#6666cc;"&gt;SCHOOLS BEEN FUN. i thiink. the lessons aren't too boring but i came home exhausted. hmm. wonder when we are going to shandeep's house...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#6666cc;"&gt;ohh, Lit is pretty cool. yep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#6666cc;"&gt;AND NOWADAYS I HAVE NTH TO BLOG ABT. my life's been THAT boring. even talking to ppl on MSN bores me nowadays. now blogging has started to be less and less fun and there's nth to do on friendster anymore except add testimonials and change our profiles. all this stuff's getting old. it's time they invented smth new!! maybe i shld go and join flixster or smth. or i could blog myself to death.  SIGH. i wish ppl would tag me more. or request i blog abt smth cause as you can see, I HAVE NTH TO BLOG ABT so i'm typing random shit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#6666cc;"&gt;ahh. i'm not blogging anymore for today! HMPH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#6666cc;"&gt;hearts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#6666cc;"&gt;anisiah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25998967-2439191932240542847?l=theworldconspired.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theworldconspired.blogspot.com/feeds/2439191932240542847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25998967&amp;postID=2439191932240542847' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25998967/posts/default/2439191932240542847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25998967/posts/default/2439191932240542847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theworldconspired.blogspot.com/2007/01/hey-i-feel-like-changing-my-blog-skin.html' title=''/><author><name>shazlinnn.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15611721168433345193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25998967.post-5274640560001626260</id><published>2007-01-03T00:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-02T08:30:41.549-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#339999;"&gt;hello~!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#339999;"&gt;finally, guess who's back? *waits for 30 seconds* if you guessed wilson, then YAY! you guessed right. I MISSED HIM A WHOLE LOT. especially since i wasn't really able to talk to him online and we barely communicated. i'm EXTRA HAPPY he's back. i practically jumped for joy when his display name popped up on MSN. (: he didn't get me bubble gums. T.T but it doesn't matter since i'm craving CHOCOLATE MORE! (x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#339999;"&gt;as you all know, SCH STARTS ON 3RD JANUARY. which is today since it's only 12:12AM. i'm partially excited and the other half of me is dreading it so much. i can't wait to hang out with the friends i've alr made there but i dread the idea of walking to sch in the dark from potong pasir MRT. it's really scary cause the place is very deserted and nobody from 1C walks my way towards the MRT cause they definitely don't take the 142 bus. so i'm always going to go home alone unless one of them takes the MRT home. sob. and it's such a long walk...! if my books were light it wouldn't be a problem but d-oh, my books are definitely HEAVY. i will collapse even before i reach my bus stop... lol. tt would be bad. VERY BAD. i shld try to lighten the load.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#339999;"&gt;anyways (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#339999;"&gt;I WATCHED FLAGS OF OUR FATHERS! I LOVE THE MOVIE. i really do. it's the best movie, EVER. it has meaning. it has everything a movie needs. it's a bit gruesome but heck care. it's based on a true story. bimbotic ppl would say it sucks. but i love it. buy it and watch it cause it's NC16. XP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#339999;"&gt;alright. i have nth to say. nth. sigh...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#339999;"&gt;bizarre love triangle BY new order.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#339999;"&gt;Every time i think of you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#339999;"&gt;I feel shot right through with a bolt of blue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#339999;"&gt;It's no problem of mine but it's a problem I find&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#339999;"&gt;Living a life that I can't leave behind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#339999;"&gt;There's no sense in telling me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#339999;"&gt;The wisdom of a fool won't set you free&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#339999;"&gt;But that's the way that it goes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#339999;"&gt;And it's what nobody knows&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#339999;"&gt;While every day my confusion grows&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#339999;"&gt;Every time I see you falling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#339999;"&gt;I get down on my knees and pray&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#339999;"&gt;I'm waiting for that final moment&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#339999;"&gt;You'll say the words that I can't say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#339999;"&gt;I feel fine and I feel good&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#339999;"&gt;I'm feeling like I never should&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#339999;"&gt;Whenever I get this way, I just don't know what to say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#339999;"&gt;Why can't we be ourselves like we were yesterday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#339999;"&gt;I'm not sure what this could mean&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#339999;"&gt;I don't think you're what you seem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#339999;"&gt;I do admit to myself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#339999;"&gt;That if I hurt someone else&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#339999;"&gt;Then I'll never see just what we're meant to be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#339999;"&gt;Every time I see you falling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#339999;"&gt;I get down on my knees and pray&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#339999;"&gt;I'm waiting for that final moment&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#339999;"&gt;You'll say the words that I can't say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#339999;"&gt;alrighty! time to go! (x will blog soon!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#339999;"&gt;hearts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#339999;"&gt;anisiah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25998967-5274640560001626260?l=theworldconspired.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theworldconspired.blogspot.com/feeds/5274640560001626260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25998967&amp;postID=5274640560001626260' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25998967/posts/default/5274640560001626260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25998967/posts/default/5274640560001626260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theworldconspired.blogspot.com/2007/01/hello-finally-guess-whos-back-waits-for.html' title=''/><author><name>shazlinnn.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15611721168433345193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25998967.post-581194817264624931</id><published>2007-01-02T00:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-01T08:41:03.150-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6666cc;"&gt;hello~!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#6666cc;"&gt;i have fully recovered. lol. i'm no longer in the i-don't wanna'-talk-to-ppl mode. you can see why. OHH, PPL WHO TAGGED MY CBOX DON'T MAKE IT ANY BETTER EITHER. especially pudid who just only visited my blog for the first time. i don't recall him visiting my blog ever. MEAN-IE. FYI, pudid, when was the last time you talked to me properly? ):   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#6666cc;"&gt;right.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#6666cc;"&gt;the last three entries i've posted are awkward. very awkward. i can't believe i've shared tt much personal info to the whole world. TOO MUCH PERSONAL INFO. i'm not going to delete them, i see no point. practically everybody's read them. and i'm fine by the fact tt nobody sided me cause i was being mean in the first place. can't believe i acted on impulse. i don't usually do tt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#6666cc;"&gt;well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#6666cc;"&gt;my new year may seem all jolly now but guess what? it's still the same. AND THE FRIGGIN' REASON is because my mother, who promised tt she won't go back to HK for awhile is going back on the SIXTH. 6/1/2007. T.T she's supposed to stay longer. she doesn't care, sia. our sch's finally starting and she wants to go back. HMPH. i doubt she's coming back soon. she's leaving us here again in the care of our father who really doesn't do much. ANOTHER SOB STORY. i shld just take it as it comes like i usually do but i guess life with my parents is getting kinda' tough. especially since me annd my bro are in secondary alr and my sis is in pre-uni. they're being unfair to us. VERY UNFAIR. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#6666cc;"&gt;but anways (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#6666cc;"&gt;it's 2nd jan alr. 40 minutes past 2nd jan. AND I CAN'T SLEEP. i shldn't have taken a nap earlier today. i shld have gone to vivo city or smth. i shld have wrapped my books! speaking of wrapping books, i can't wrap for nuts. my sis tried to teach me but i ended up taking half an hour to wrap one of my maths textbooks. pathetic. my mum used to help mewrap my books. i feel like a kid. a really dumb and pathetic one. ohh, an annoying one at tt. i'm 12 going on 13 and i can't even wrap my own textbooks! gee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#6666cc;"&gt;ohh, the arsenal match is at 3.30am today and i hope i can stay up till' then. i highly doubtmy father will even let me watch it. i wonder when he's coming home... hmmm. arsenal must win. we are alr out of the champions league and we cannot afford to lose anymore of our matches. we need to be at least top four. liverpool's alr 3rd/4th on the table, i can't really remember. *scratches head* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#6666cc;"&gt;ohh. btw. IS ANYBODY GOING BACK TO BHPS ON 3RD JANUARY FOR A LITTLE GATHERING? anybody want? if not many ppl, forget it. whitley-an's have orientation camp, i think. T.T am i going to be alone or is anybody going. i'd hate to be alone. feels so awkward.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#6666cc;"&gt;anw (x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#6666cc;"&gt;please visit my other site when it's not under construction. i will post the sites addy on my next entry. will blog soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#6666cc;"&gt;hearts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#6666cc;"&gt;anisiah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25998967-581194817264624931?l=theworldconspired.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theworldconspired.blogspot.com/feeds/581194817264624931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25998967&amp;postID=581194817264624931' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25998967/posts/default/581194817264624931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25998967/posts/default/581194817264624931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theworldconspired.blogspot.com/2007/01/hello-i-have-fully-recovered.html' title=''/><author><name>shazlinnn.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15611721168433345193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25998967.post-6293172416787564154</id><published>2007-01-01T04:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-31T12:13:07.094-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;"&gt;sob.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;"&gt;yes. i'm officially crushed to pieces. i hope noone finds me in my state. i thought everything was going to be fine once i apologized and get things sorted out between our totally different characters. i went to kim's blog twice. the first time, i didn't notice anything so i just tagged her all those stuff i wanted to say. the second time, i go back to check if she's left me anything. and i find a post. less horrid than mine but it crushed me to bits anw. trust me, my eyes are red and puffy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;"&gt;here's the post.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;"&gt;"heyy today was a not bad day,, i guess cos its new year's eve!! and both of my 2 best friends have turned their back on me wow... yeah and I'm not jk they really have and the friends are anisiah and annie,yeah it was all because i had a fight with anisiah bout somethings regarding my family so i said i hate my life and wanna leave then all of a sudden when she asked me to chill and i said i was chilling,she got angry at me and we started shouting at eachother. then she wrote evrything on her blog i mean everythin,why does she have to do that?? i mean just to show her bf..that totally shows she really LOVES her bf..this is what she worte that hurt my feelings so much"firstly, she started complaining and bitching abt her parents not giving her a life. for fucks sake, GET A LIFE.for gods sake. don't come crying to me. i'm not your pillow to scream into. then, she goes offline for awhile and during tt time, i have happy happy conversations until she comes back online five minutes later. yeah that's what she wrote. if you dont go check out her blog,,and gueuss how i felt when she said this..yeah crushed and horrid.i mean best friends dont don't do that to eachother or are we best friends.anyway looks like she is happy without me.i mean she has a boyfriend already to keep her well.And she will just throw me away if i was her doll.and annie did not back me up as usual and i got angry so yeah. i'm not trying to complain im just saying that anisiah seriously does not like me anymore so that's information.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;"&gt;But she still did not have to be so mean by telling me to GET A LIFE, it;s like saying "heyy YOU don't have a life at all so go GET ONE." well FYI just because i don't have a life you did not have to say it on yr blog..where evryone can see.its like you want evrybody to know that im such a bitch..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;"&gt;anyway if yr reading this anisiah i wanted to say thank you for calling me a bitch and that i will not come crying to you anymore.loves lots =)"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#663366;"&gt;and i thought it was all gonna' turn out fine. guess not. no matter how much i may apologize, she's not going to speak to me again. curse me. shld have called her immediately but i went on being selfish. god, i think i'm going to turn down ricky's invitation to vivo city tmr. i'm not going. i'm going to call kimberly tmr and tell her. if she doesn't want to talk to me, it's over. all my fault, all my fault. well, i guess she IS happier without me, ja? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#663366;"&gt;i was only acting on impulse... sigh... come to think tt just a week ago, we were fine. normal best friends. am i screwed or what...? PLEASE LET HER READ MY EMAIL. though i can't guarantee it'll help anything. geez. what did i get myself into...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#663366;"&gt;not so happy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#663366;"&gt;anisiah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#663366;"&gt;PS: this would turn out to be a bestseller if it were a book. unfortunately, it's not. and i'm not liking it one bit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25998967-6293172416787564154?l=theworldconspired.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theworldconspired.blogspot.com/feeds/6293172416787564154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25998967&amp;postID=6293172416787564154' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25998967/posts/default/6293172416787564154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25998967/posts/default/6293172416787564154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theworldconspired.blogspot.com/2007/01/sob.html' title=''/><author><name>shazlinnn.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15611721168433345193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25998967.post-5312657717651043950</id><published>2007-01-01T03:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-31T11:44:55.431-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;"&gt;heyy,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#663366;"&gt;this entry is for kimberly. i feel like a despo here but i don't care anymore. i want kim to know tt i'm sorry. especially if you didn't read my email. i hope you read it though. it would be a waste if you didn't. and i hate to repeat what i've alr done.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#663366;"&gt;kimberly, i am very sorry. i've been selfish, self-centered, horrid, immature and unkind towards you. i guess i always have. i really shldn't have. everything during the past few days has made me think. including those two "anonymous" ppl i have tagging me. they're right, i shld get a life myself. wtf am i doing with my life anyway? i lock myself up at home afraid tt someone might judge me. so many alr have. including ppl i don't even know. i carry myself like some proud person but truthfully, i'm not very happy with what i've done with my reputation at all. i tarnished it. ever since i transfered to bhps from yckps, i've been in a horrible state. maybe my parent's divorce got to my head&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#663366;"&gt; or maybe it's just how i am. i've noticed it and i'm guilty of not changing even though i promise myself to. i'm usually known as the i-play-soccer type. some ppl call me a slut but i AM NOT. I HATE THE IDEA OF BEING SLEAZY AND FOOLING AROUND WITH A GUY. there's only one guy tt i've actually fallen for and i actually do care abt. and other than tt, my next priority is kimberly and then comes all the other friends i'm close to like annie, yan yi, diana and etc. although my family comes first, i take it tt everybody feels tt way abt their families too. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#663366;"&gt;you know what? SORRY to all those ppl i've actually let down before. sorry to almost evryone i know. from now on, i'm going to speak my mind, be mature and change for the better. kim, you gave me an eye-opener. i really don't care who reads this. it's possibly meant for everybody out there. i guess i speak from experience. i'm a secondary sch kid and not an adult who knows everything. everybody makes mistakes. running away from your mistakes is equally as bad, i guess. kim, forgive me, ja? *gives a pathetic smile*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#663366;"&gt;i'm out for now. i'm exhausted and i want time on my own, ja? please do ring me up. i'm bored at home and i want to buy myself a nice new pencilbox and stationary. ohh, and i am in dying need of attention. can i go over to somebody's house, please? (i'm acting as though nth has happened, sheesh. -_-") btw, this is the saddest entry i've had in ages.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#663366;"&gt;hearts. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#663366;"&gt;anisiah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25998967-5312657717651043950?l=theworldconspired.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theworldconspired.blogspot.com/feeds/5312657717651043950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25998967&amp;postID=5312657717651043950' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25998967/posts/default/5312657717651043950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25998967/posts/default/5312657717651043950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theworldconspired.blogspot.com/2007/01/heyy-i-solely-dedicate-this-entry-to.html' title=''/><author><name>shazlinnn.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15611721168433345193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25998967.post-4026007093941942163</id><published>2006-12-31T00:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-31T09:50:52.731-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#336666;"&gt;hello~!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#336666;"&gt;today was so boring. sob, sob. the "funnest" thing i've done is go to toa payoh with my sis. i was so hungry i kept complaining abt it until my sister gave me cash to go buy myself a black pepper hot dog. i have to pay her back anyways. it was yummy. except for the part where my sausage fell off the bun and into the packet. the gravy was on the sausage some more! hmph! but i still say it's YUMMY and i'm going to buy more of it soon. it doesn't beat chocolate, though. ohh, and i bought the "push pop" candy from popular. lol. if you don't know what it is, forget it. maybe i'll show you, one day. it's yummy, too. yep yep. and then, we walked around for ages. after we went to popular, we were supposed to go to the library straight away but NOOO~.we walked around til it was 10 minutes before the library closed and i had limited time to borrow my books! T.T i sound like a nerd but i cannot live without my megcabot-y type books. in other word, novels. well, i think tt's what it's called. i like cheesy/trashy books too. heh. i'm very typical, la.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#336666;"&gt;kim, i shld get a life. thanks for making me realise how selfish and self-centered (still) i've been to you. i don't care if it takes jumping of a building for you to forgive me. i just friggin' hell want you to know i'm sorry. i edited this post for a reason. you need attention much mpre right now than i ever did. good luck, girl.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#336666;"&gt;anyways (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#336666;"&gt;i've been talking to wilson all day. as you can see, he's been FLOODING MY CBOX which i told everyone not to do. it's full of: "anisiah", "HIM" and "wilson". but tt's not the main point. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#336666;"&gt;THE MAIN POINT IS:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#336666;"&gt;I'M GETTING BUBBLE GUM WHEN HE COMES BACK.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#336666;"&gt;hopefully. i've been craving chewing gum/bubble gum in awhile. well, syu did give me bubblegum the other day but i'm still craving. i'm still craving chocolate too!! sigh. and ice cream. and fudge. i'm a total sweet-tooth. LALALA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#336666;"&gt;i can't wait for sch! but i haven't bought stationary yet. i haven't even bought a new pencil box. it sucks carrying your 2006 pencil box to sch. especially since it's been through alot and it's dirty. blech. my mum promised me and my siblings tt she would buy our stationary before sch re-opens but i highly doubt tt's happening at all. HMPH. screw her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#336666;"&gt;anyways &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#336666;"&gt;i'm exra sorry this post is very vulgar. and, i got to go. no more blogging for me, today. sigh. blogs are addictive. so is friendster. i'mm addicted to them. why does everybody else find it boring...? either you are boring or it's too good for you. lalala.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#336666;"&gt;hearts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#336666;"&gt;anisiah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25998967-4026007093941942163?l=theworldconspired.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theworldconspired.blogspot.com/feeds/4026007093941942163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25998967&amp;postID=4026007093941942163' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25998967/posts/default/4026007093941942163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25998967/posts/default/4026007093941942163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theworldconspired.blogspot.com/2006/12/hello-today-was-so-boring.html' title=''/><author><name>shazlinnn.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15611721168433345193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25998967.post-2391628938773446938</id><published>2006-12-30T17:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-30T01:41:41.833-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;i will blog asap. had no time today. SOMEBODY WAS FLOODING MY TAGBOARD AND eating chocolatein indonesia. HMPH.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#666666;"&gt;hearts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#666666;"&gt;anisiah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25998967-2391628938773446938?l=theworldconspired.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theworldconspired.blogspot.com/feeds/2391628938773446938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25998967&amp;postID=2391628938773446938' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25998967/posts/default/2391628938773446938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25998967/posts/default/2391628938773446938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theworldconspired.blogspot.com/2006/12/i-will-blog-asap.html' title=''/><author><name>shazlinnn.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15611721168433345193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25998967.post-9101488012115147083</id><published>2006-12-30T00:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-29T08:33:36.115-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;hello,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt;ALRIGHT, forget the previous post. don't read it. it sucks. in fact, i'm deleting it after i post this one cause' it's POINTLESS. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt;anyways (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt;before i begin with anything, ya? here's the names of NICEEE people i met during the three days. BLAH. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt;. syuhaidah . michelle . tammie . wan ting . jing rong . shandeep . sharlyn . alexandra . ariel &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt;okay, tt's kinda' it. this are the ppl i'm closer to, ya. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;orientation day 1&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt;well. the class leaders were, and still are, really FUNN and kawaii! we played a couple of games. i sat alone at the back. SORRY FOR BEING ANTI-SOCIAL, girls (: didn't mean to. i get nervous alot when it comes to new schools. anyways. the first person i ever talked to was VIDYA. and i'm not close to her, LOL. it's not really a "rofl" thing to laugh abt but yep. it's kinda' lame. NO, SHE'S kinda lame. she's, like, living in a primary 4 kid's world. NO INSULT, YA? omfg, i'm being a bitch and it's only been three days. LOL. i didn't go home straight after the orientation, i went to kim's house in yishun with annie and i stayed there til' 8. TOTALLY LATE FOR GOING HOME, LA. annie slept over, SO GOOD! we took so many pictures, heh. i don't even have one of them, LOL. maybe, if i get them, i'll post it all here, ya?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;orientation day 2&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt;heh. today, i met syuhaidah and shandeep. oh, and wan ting. ahh, alot of ppl la. in fact, everybody. we learnt a couple of cheers and brainstormed an idea for the campfire. LALALA. not really tt much fun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;orientation day 3&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt;FUN. after a whole day of cheering and games, we had the campfire. `wheeee~! i've practically lost my voice. DURING THE CAMPFIRE, we performed. it was so freaky. BUT we WON. 1C rocks!!! heh. our performance was awesome. truthfully, i lost my PE t-shirt and i accidentally took someone else's! so embarrassing, la! luckily, one of the student leaders found it for me. ROFL. we ended with the quiz. IONS got to go home first because we got to go home first on the second day. i decided to answer one of the questions which was: sing the chorus of the cedar school song. i had it. i swear i did. BUT WHEN I GOT UP ON STAGE, i screwed up. i felt so extra, la! GAHH. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt;overall, i loved the orientation camp alot alot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt;this is the second part of our performance. as in the cheer, la. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt;PEACE BY THE RIVER.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt;1C rocks like a rockstar/river&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt;1C rocks like a rockstar/river&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt;1C rocks like a rockstar/river&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt;in my soul                            &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt;in my soul &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt;X2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt;1C is the best class ever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt;1C is the best class ever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt;1C is the best class ever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt;in my soul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt;in my soul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt;X2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt;1C will keep rocking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt;1C will keep rocking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt;1C will keep rocking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt;in my soul &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt;in my soul  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt;X2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt;heh. cute, ehh? rachel's class was so kawaii la. they were doing this really cute dance. their track was from HSM. which i dislike but i enjoyed their performance nonetheless. BLAH.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt;anyways (: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I MISS WILSON. ALOT. right now, i can't care less whether the whole world knows abt us. i just miss him alot alot alot. *hugs*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt;anyways (x [AGAIN...?!]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt;i'm going to go do my chores and sleep. tired and i nv want to wake up tmr. hugs. tag meee! XD so sleepy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt;"in the dark when there's no one listening."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt;hearts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt;anisiah                        &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25998967-9101488012115147083?l=theworldconspired.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theworldconspired.blogspot.com/feeds/9101488012115147083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25998967&amp;postID=9101488012115147083' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25998967/posts/default/9101488012115147083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25998967/posts/default/9101488012115147083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theworldconspired.blogspot.com/2006/12/hello-alright-forget-previous-post.html' title=''/><author><name>shazlinnn.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15611721168433345193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
