<?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-8744793575534523823</id><updated>2011-04-22T09:55:51.451+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MY LIFE!!!! not YOURS!</title><subtitle type='html'>YO! my name is Akbar. I'm 15 and currently schooling at school (duh). BAND is my CCA. For your info, music is my saviour. Without it, I won't be existing in this world. So, please comment about my blog! thank you! :] Haha</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mypaststillhaunts.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8744793575534523823/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mypaststillhaunts.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>A.K.B.A.R.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10577628406430367815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2K3xJLQ0_W8/SWg_lH-nazI/AAAAAAAAAAs/qBfdD61eUGw/S220/GUITAR.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>32</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8744793575534523823.post-9026130185547142126</id><published>2009-04-03T23:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T23:23:35.882+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;"&gt;SEALVYEAH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Whoa heng ah. Luckily woke up at 4.20 this morning. Couldn't sleep the night before. Damn. I was ALMOST late for band. So, took taxi. I was puntual. Phew. Haha. Today is the day of 'judgement'- SYF 'o9. I was nervous like what the crap like that. Upon reaching the S'pore Conference Hall, my nervousness came back, since 2 years ago. I kept going through my both pieces repeatedly. In the tuning room, I was even nervous. Till I could pee anytime. But thanks to some people, it subsided. Thanks guys! :] Ok. We're at the stage. The stage which determines whether we'll be known as a silver or bronze or cop medal band. Lol. Haha. we played. Played W-E-L-L! Then, I was confident that we'll get a SILVER. So, I sort of like assured some of my band members that we are sure to clinch a silvery SILVER. Oh yea. When this particular band was performing, the conductor like got FITS. haha. He shook about while conducting. So I mimicked his move. o your left...to your right..lol. haha. Then, it was time for the announcement of the results. I crossed my hands with Jordan's and Shawn's. "Band number 85. Bedok Green Concert Band. SILVER!" OOOOHHHHH YYYYEEEAAHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I shouted like CRAZY! !!!!!!! YES! CRAZY! Till I lost my voice (for a while) I SCREAMED! I JUMPED! I HUGGED! I SCREAMED AGAIN! AND THE SCCRREEAAAAMMED ALL THEEE WAYY!!!!!! WOOOOOOOHOOOOO!!!!!!! YEAH BABY! SILVER WE GOT! YEAH!!!! ya. After all that, my throat was painful. Haiya. Lol. Then went back to band room. We SHOUTED AND CHEERED AND CONGRATULATED EVERYONE WHO MADE THIS POSSIBLE! YEAH MAN!!!!! SILVER! Damn. I couldn't stop screaming. In 8 years we been striving. And yea! A SILVER DUDE! &lt;strong&gt;SILVER!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Mrs Quek cried. Mr Fahmi and Mr Tan and Mrs Chia were shocked and happy and excited! Haha. OH YEAH!!!! BGCB ROCKXSXSXX!!!! Then, Mdm Tay entered the band room to congrat us. She planned the budget for the overseas trip to HK DISNEYLAND. YEAH! YEAH! YEAH! MONDAY GOT CELEBRATION! Maybe, that's my last day. :[ Damn. But I'll still come back. :]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;THANK YOU TO ALL THOSE WHO MADE BGCB PROUD OF CLINCHING A &lt;strong&gt;SILVER&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;strong&gt; THANK YOU, THANK YOU, AND THANK  YOU! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8744793575534523823-9026130185547142126?l=mypaststillhaunts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mypaststillhaunts.blogspot.com/feeds/9026130185547142126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8744793575534523823&amp;postID=9026130185547142126' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8744793575534523823/posts/default/9026130185547142126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8744793575534523823/posts/default/9026130185547142126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mypaststillhaunts.blogspot.com/2009/04/sealvyeah-whoa-heng-ah.html' title=''/><author><name>A.K.B.A.R.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10577628406430367815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2K3xJLQ0_W8/SWg_lH-nazI/AAAAAAAAAAs/qBfdD61eUGw/S220/GUITAR.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8744793575534523823.post-3371056741171504963</id><published>2009-03-22T14:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T14:46:17.255+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;"&gt;LAST ONE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Okay. I'm back after the camp which ended on 20th March.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;19/03/2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I woke up at about 4 in the morning . Got ready and went to school. Phew man. Lucky I wasn't late as I had the keys to the band room. Heng ahh...Took taxi to school. The weather was bad. It was raining early in the morning. Alamak. Lol. After setting up our instruments, we headed towards the foyer for our exchange with Henderson Sec. Damn. It was a boring one. Saw about like 8 bands performed. we performed the last. I guess, BGCB was one of the best to perform among the bands present. Kudos! However, we still have room for improvement. :] Then, headed banc to school at about 1.30pm. Because of the exchange, almost everything was delayed on the 1st day. Damn. No games. During sectionals, we practice? No. We slacked and talked and slacked. Haha. We were so bored. Later at 6, had BBQ. I only ate like 3 marshmallows, a chicken and that's all. I had no appetite to eat. So, went to play basketball. Fun sia. Lol. After  we finished playing, I noticed Xin Yi was feeling unwell. Actually not uh. I think she had a bad headache. After that, we took funny pics with Mr Tan and Mr Fahmi and with the Sec 4s. Lol.Then, bathed at like 10+ and went patrolling till like 3 in the morning.  Oh ya! Thank you Mr TAN for the tshirt you bought! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;20/03/2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Ok. 2nd day of the camp. Woke up at like 5.40 and went to bathe. Upon reaching the corridor of the class, I was informed that 3 handphones were lost. Damn. That was the first time handphones were lost during band camp in the history of BGCB. I know how the owners felt. I lost one before. I hate that miserable experience. As a result, we had spot checks. First thing we did in the morning was to check each member's bag thoroughly.  We checked twice. Luckily, the checking of the bags did not delay our other activities, except for our breakfast. Had breakfast and did marching. The juniors and seniors were separated. Did here pusing there pusing, then hentak kakis. The main band did well for the hentak kaki. Good! :] After that, had sectionals. It was 9 then. So, same as the 1st day, we slacked, talked, and slacked. Haha. Then, headed back to band room at 12 to have our lunch. Whoa. lucky we muslim boys don't need to do maintenance for our instruments. Lol. After prayer, went back to school and played captain's ball. Not that ball. Lol. So shiok sia. I, Jordan and Sheng Rong went to sit behind the keeper and distracted them like talking irrelevant stuff, joking. Haha. Funny sia. It worked! They got distracted that their team lost. Haha. Lol. Sorry ah. So, I played for Team 5. Haha. We won! Woohoo~ It was 4.20pm then. Headed to our respective classrooms, packed our stuff and carried it down the band room. Had a prize presentation. Mr Tan and Mrs Quek talked some stuff and so did the 4 of us and the 4 organisers. Keep it up guys for organising the camp, and so did the rest of you! Then, went home at 6.20. Then..finish lor. Our (sec 4s) last camp. :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8744793575534523823-3371056741171504963?l=mypaststillhaunts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mypaststillhaunts.blogspot.com/feeds/3371056741171504963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8744793575534523823&amp;postID=3371056741171504963' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8744793575534523823/posts/default/3371056741171504963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8744793575534523823/posts/default/3371056741171504963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mypaststillhaunts.blogspot.com/2009/03/last-one.html' title=''/><author><name>A.K.B.A.R.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10577628406430367815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2K3xJLQ0_W8/SWg_lH-nazI/AAAAAAAAAAs/qBfdD61eUGw/S220/GUITAR.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8744793575534523823.post-519913203327495481</id><published>2009-03-01T08:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-01T08:52:11.548+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;J-A-M.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Okay. Yesterday was like fun sia. Haha. After band, me,Jordan,Syarif,Jeremy and Firdaus went to Banquet at Bedok Inter. There, we met up with KAH YERN and Xin Yi. All of us ate chicken rice? I think ah. Lol. Too bad..as soon afer Jeremy finished his food, he went home. Haiya. Then, after lunch we headed to City Hall by MRT, with the 2 girls. Damn. Was it packed. haha. At City Hall, we went to a few cool guitar shops, especially at Bras Basah Complex. There, we bought the same picks of same brand but different types. After that, we walked to Peninsular Plaza. Xin Yi and Kah Yern wanted to go back. So they went. At first we were lost as we didn't know the way to get to Peninsular from Bras Basah. We spent like 15 mins plus to get there. Upon reaching there, the jamming studio was FULLY booked for the day. Damn sia. Wasted our time. So, we headed to bedok inter and then to the jamming studio at Bedok North Ave 4. Upon entering the studio, we played the instruments. I played the base most of the time. I love the distortion for electric. So damn nice sia. Then, I just played the Ting Tings: Shut Up and Let Me Go. It had base solos. So, I played on the base. Haha. Then, one by one started to join in. Jordan played the drums. Syarif and Firdaus on electric. Me on base. Then the 2 electric guuitarist just sang "Shut Up and Let Me Go" over abd over again. haha. We enjoyed ourself there. So fun! Hope can go again next Saturday. haha. Live long The One Apology! :D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ending here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8744793575534523823-519913203327495481?l=mypaststillhaunts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mypaststillhaunts.blogspot.com/feeds/519913203327495481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8744793575534523823&amp;postID=519913203327495481' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8744793575534523823/posts/default/519913203327495481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8744793575534523823/posts/default/519913203327495481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mypaststillhaunts.blogspot.com/2009/03/j-m.html' title=''/><author><name>A.K.B.A.R.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10577628406430367815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2K3xJLQ0_W8/SWg_lH-nazI/AAAAAAAAAAs/qBfdD61eUGw/S220/GUITAR.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8744793575534523823.post-4173575611458017859</id><published>2009-02-27T21:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-27T21:21:35.096+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DAMN.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Okay. Let's start with the day before the day before yesterday. Well, straight after band, Firdaus and I set off to Bedok Stadium to run. Woohoo. Lol. Congrats to Fir for running like 2.45km! Cheers dude. It was already 8.30 then. So, we went home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Now, it's the day before yesterday. It was the Sports HEATS. Damn sia. I didn't get what I wanted. I got 4th or 5th for the 400m event. However, I got LAST for the 800m event. Fortunately, the gap between the 1st and the last wasn't that much. It was noticeably close. After the HEATS, me, Tasmin, Xin Yi, Esther and Joleen went back to school. We, except Joleen of course, went for band practice. Tired sia. Still, I forced myself to attend the practice. :] Lol. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Hmm...it's yesterday now. Lol. Well, got big scolding from Form Teacher for our activities that were against the MOE law. Damn man. I'm so worried if I'm charged. Crap la sia....Then, after school, went to band. It was the SLs meeting. Went home at 5+.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Today was normal. After prayer, headed back to school for band. Went there to do some stuff. Then, a few minutes before the band room was locked, me,Zaid,Raihan,Firdaus,Syarif,Jordan and Jeremy played sliding. HAHA. Shiok sia. I got attacked badly sia. I fell almost face first. Landed on my knees. Lol. Haha. Not fair sia. Lol. After that, we (me,Jordan,Firdaus,and Syarif) planned to go jamming. ONLY the 4 of us. Heehee. Lol. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Ending here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8744793575534523823-4173575611458017859?l=mypaststillhaunts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mypaststillhaunts.blogspot.com/feeds/4173575611458017859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8744793575534523823&amp;postID=4173575611458017859' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8744793575534523823/posts/default/4173575611458017859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8744793575534523823/posts/default/4173575611458017859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mypaststillhaunts.blogspot.com/2009/02/damn.html' title=''/><author><name>A.K.B.A.R.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10577628406430367815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2K3xJLQ0_W8/SWg_lH-nazI/AAAAAAAAAAs/qBfdD61eUGw/S220/GUITAR.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8744793575534523823.post-6957036908337300829</id><published>2009-02-21T19:50:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-21T20:13:20.475+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;RUN!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Today was the musical exchange with Loyang Sec. There were another 3 bands attending the exchange. Lol. I was almost late for this morning. Lucky my mum sent me. Phew. Upon opening the band storeroom, we quickly set up our instruments and packed our files and stands into the bag. We were late. Late by 10 minutes. Damn sia.. because of people who came late and the consent forms thingy. Haiyaa...After like 10+ mins, we reached Loyang Sec. So embarrassing sia. We didn't perform, as Mr Fahmi was unavailable and because of the PERCUSSION section! What the hell la they all. Good thing Carissa and Fazil came. I salute them both. :]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;After the exchange, we headed back to school. Soon after the bla bla bla of the teachers, we went off. First, I decided to eat with Kah Yern they all. But, I prefer KFC. Haha. As I, Jordan,Syarif and Firdaus were having like our last bite, Kah Yern and Xin Yi entered KFC. They wanted to like walk about as they didn't want to go home early. LOL. The rest of her group went home already. Haha. So, we agreed. First we walked around the Bedok Library. After a few thoughts, we decided to go to Bedok Stadium. LOL. However, Jordan and Syarif couldn't make it. Alamak..So I was left with Firdaus and the 2 girls. We walked to the stadium. Haha. Upon reaching, I changed and ran. Then, the rest of them wanted to like 'jog' aroung the stadium for a round. Applause to Firdaus for having completed one round around the stadium without walking. LOL. Keep it up! haha. The 2 girls were just strolling on the tracks. haha. It was like 4.30 then. We talked and talked. Very shiok sia. LOL. Then bla bla bla. We headed to Bedok Inter. Then, we part our own ways home. So, that's all for today!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Ending here. Peace out~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8744793575534523823-6957036908337300829?l=mypaststillhaunts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mypaststillhaunts.blogspot.com/feeds/6957036908337300829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8744793575534523823&amp;postID=6957036908337300829' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8744793575534523823/posts/default/6957036908337300829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8744793575534523823/posts/default/6957036908337300829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mypaststillhaunts.blogspot.com/2009/02/run-today-was-musical-exchange-with.html' title=''/><author><name>A.K.B.A.R.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10577628406430367815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2K3xJLQ0_W8/SWg_lH-nazI/AAAAAAAAAAs/qBfdD61eUGw/S220/GUITAR.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8744793575534523823.post-5055204005677741836</id><published>2009-02-20T21:54:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T22:09:01.066+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SLIDE TO HELL.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Okay. Today was like shiok sia! Haha. After Friday prayer, me,Syarif, Sufi and Mubarak went to like throw the 'honey BALLS' at each other. LOL. Then, we crush the balls into powder and pour it into each other. Haha. We headed back to school as we had Malay remedial. Sian ah. Then, after the supp class, had band. Even siann...Turns out that the test by Mrs Quek wasn't scary. LOL. However, Charmaine and Shanaz got to improve. C'mon guys. You can do it! Oh yeah! Haha. Upon keeping my instrument, me,Syarif,Firdaus and Jordan played a kind of game where we slide tackle each other in the band room. At first, I slide tackled Firdaus. And that's when the rest started to slide tackle each other. HAHA. Firdaus was an easy target. LOL. OI Jordan. I tackled you once doesn't mean you're good. Haha. Feel like playing it during our upcoming band camp. Woohoo~. Haha. Then later, went with Sufi to Blk 773 to give out the leaflets regarding our CIP project. We went to the upper 4 storeys. Damn. Didn't know there's ALOT of pet dogs, AND unfriendly people. LOL. Then, went to my bus stop and met Gordon, Hakim and Hasjmy there. Then like chatted for a while while waiting for my bus. Alamak....Tomorrow got Musical Exchange....Haiyaa....So, that's it for today. :]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Ending here. Peace out~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8744793575534523823-5055204005677741836?l=mypaststillhaunts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mypaststillhaunts.blogspot.com/feeds/5055204005677741836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8744793575534523823&amp;postID=5055204005677741836' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8744793575534523823/posts/default/5055204005677741836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8744793575534523823/posts/default/5055204005677741836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mypaststillhaunts.blogspot.com/2009/02/slide-to-hell.html' title=''/><author><name>A.K.B.A.R.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10577628406430367815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2K3xJLQ0_W8/SWg_lH-nazI/AAAAAAAAAAs/qBfdD61eUGw/S220/GUITAR.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8744793575534523823.post-3034053052738660464</id><published>2009-02-17T19:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T19:27:55.954+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WHAT A DAY.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. Sorry didn't post for a while. Lazy uhh..haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's start with yesterday (16/2).&lt;br /&gt;After band, Firdaus and I went to Tampines Mall to buy Jasmine a birthday present. It was a last-minute thing. Sorry. Lol. We spent like 1-2 hours finding for the thing she likes. After buying it, Firdaus spotted a thing at Mini Toons. Should have bought that. But, nevermind. Haha. Then, he went to buy some strawberry milkshake from Macs. Then, we left T.M.. We took the same MRT and alighted at the same station. But, we went home in different ways. Haha. Upon reaching home, I made her a card. A birthday card. Lol. Then, slept at around 1 am I guess. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TODAY (17/2)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I met Zaid and Firdaus in the morning and passed the present to him, as I fear my class will like destroy it. I did not want my effort to go to waste. Haha. After school, went to band. Oh ya! Today was the day the Sec 1s know which section they're allocated. My Sec 1s were nice. :]&lt;br /&gt;After band, I almost forgot to pass her the present. LOL. Then, I gave her the present. Haha. I was cocky sia. Lol.Sorry I was cocky. Haha. Later, some people FORCED me to like pour it out. Lol. Damn sia. So, I gave it a go. -.- Sorry Jasmine, if I hurt you, I didn't mean it. After that, went to the bus stop together with Fazil, Zaid, Firdaus, Jordan and ZhiJie. We kept talking and talking. Lol. Then saw Jasmine carrying loads of gifts. Lol. Then, I just like gave a bloody shit short conversation (about less than 5 secs) with her. What the hell sia. Haha. Eh..........................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;                       HAPPY 14th BIRTHDAY JASMINE! XD &lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;LOL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8744793575534523823-3034053052738660464?l=mypaststillhaunts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mypaststillhaunts.blogspot.com/feeds/3034053052738660464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8744793575534523823&amp;postID=3034053052738660464' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8744793575534523823/posts/default/3034053052738660464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8744793575534523823/posts/default/3034053052738660464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mypaststillhaunts.blogspot.com/2009/02/what-day.html' title=''/><author><name>A.K.B.A.R.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10577628406430367815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2K3xJLQ0_W8/SWg_lH-nazI/AAAAAAAAAAs/qBfdD61eUGw/S220/GUITAR.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8744793575534523823.post-3940355436218503113</id><published>2009-02-11T20:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T20:17:29.720+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;AS STINKY AS A PIG'S EYE.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Today was Maths Common Test. It was okay. Anyway, today we did a disection of a pig's eye. WOO! I know. It's gross, but still cool. Waves of excitement emanated from me. Although it's small, the parts of the eye are perceptible. The disection took almost my recess! Haha. After the disection, my hands were stinking. Yes. Stinking. Totally.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Then, actually there's no band practice today. However, there were sectionals. It was not compulsory. But, I went to have fun. Haha. After like minutes after our so-called sectionals, we had a nice chat with our new band teacher: Ms Koh. Oh my. Was she the most frank teacher. She's so fun! haha. Then, we chatted for a pretty long time. Bla..bla.bla.. We left the band room. It was about 5.30 then.Stupid vending machine stole my 50 cents! Haha. Since it was raining cats and dogs, Jeremy, Syarif, Khadijah, Sharifah, Jordan, Alif, Firdaus and me, watched the Ruby House Practice. Then, joke here joke there. When the dark clouds were clearing, we went home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Eh Fir: OI!........FUNNY IS IT?!!!!!!....*stares* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8744793575534523823-3940355436218503113?l=mypaststillhaunts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mypaststillhaunts.blogspot.com/feeds/3940355436218503113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8744793575534523823&amp;postID=3940355436218503113' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8744793575534523823/posts/default/3940355436218503113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8744793575534523823/posts/default/3940355436218503113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mypaststillhaunts.blogspot.com/2009/02/as-stinky-as-pigs-eye.html' title=''/><author><name>A.K.B.A.R.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10577628406430367815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2K3xJLQ0_W8/SWg_lH-nazI/AAAAAAAAAAs/qBfdD61eUGw/S220/GUITAR.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8744793575534523823.post-3015335533919425647</id><published>2009-02-08T14:56:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T15:25:57.918+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SOUND-CHECK&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Supp guys. Sorry didn't post for quite a while. Yesterday wasn't any Saturday. I met up eith Sufi at Tampines Stadium at around 9.30am. We ran a number of rounds in the stadium. Due to my long sprint, my right thigh had a muscle tear. I guess I didn't stretch properly. Then, we walked to the gym. The gym's quite cool. It overlooked the Tampines Swimming Complex. After paying $3, we entered the gym. The first thing we went was..err..I forgot already. After gym-ing, we headed back home. I reached home,bathed,and changed. Then, I rushed to MacDonald's at Bedok Inter to meet up with Syarif and Firdaus,then later Jeremy. We  were joking and laughing all the way. At 3.45, we left to school. We took 14 to school. We were still joking. Haha. Then, when we were alighting, Firdaus accidentally hit a lady. So funny sia. HAHA. Upon reaching band room, we set up our instruments and stuff. Mrs Chia conducted the band, as Mr Fahmi was just discharged from the hospital. Hope he recovers soon. After practice, we ate dinner. Dinner time was quite fun too.After that, we took our instruments and stuff to our respective buses. On our way to the Singapore Conference Hall, we haha-ed throughout the journey. Then, Mrs Quek told us to save our energy. So, we kept quiet. The S.C.H. was like a deja-vu. It's already been 2 years ever since I went there. After our sound-check, we left. On our way back to school, we haha-ed all the way. Yes, all the way. We shared ghost stories. There was this ghost story which was told by Jordan. Quite scary and haunting. He said, "One day, I met Sharifah." HAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHA. That was the best one! Haha. Then, bla...bla...bla... After keeping our instruments and the debrief, we went home. Most of them took cars. Too bad. My parents were busy. So, I took bus to interchange and then back home. Upon reaching home, I was super duper sleepy. Real sleepy. So...after I changed and stuff, I slept..... Ending here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8744793575534523823-3015335533919425647?l=mypaststillhaunts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mypaststillhaunts.blogspot.com/feeds/3015335533919425647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8744793575534523823&amp;postID=3015335533919425647' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8744793575534523823/posts/default/3015335533919425647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8744793575534523823/posts/default/3015335533919425647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mypaststillhaunts.blogspot.com/2009/02/sound-check-supp-guys.html' title=''/><author><name>A.K.B.A.R.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10577628406430367815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2K3xJLQ0_W8/SWg_lH-nazI/AAAAAAAAAAs/qBfdD61eUGw/S220/GUITAR.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8744793575534523823.post-7399946500808621281</id><published>2009-01-17T18:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-17T18:52:39.902+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SCHOLARSHIP&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Whoa..today woke up at 5, then slept and woke up 8. I was suppose to meet my classmates at school at 8. And guess what, I was the one who told them to arrive at 8. What the hell. Heehee. Sorry guys for I was late. Anyway, we opened the classroom with the permission of Mrs Helen Lee, as our form teacher was not present. She was suppose to be present at 8 as we made an appointment to meet her the day before. In the end, she came. It turns out that she was jogging with her Malay Dance students. When she came back, she bought for us this delicious Nasi Lemak. It was tasty, especially the sambal. Thanks teacher. :) We were half-way through in structuring the shape of our mascot's head when she arrived. As soon as she arrived, we REALLY started on the mascot. Hey guys, we're gonna WIN this mascot competition! Haha It was 11.45am. We locked the classroom and went home. I had to reach home by 12pm because of the scholarship thing. I arrived MUCH later than expected- 12.40. Then I chiong all the way to get ready for the event. My parents and I went to Bedok South Secas the event was held there. Mr Abdullah Tarmugi was the guest-of-honour. To my surprise, I saw 3 of our very own there too. Congratulations to them for achieveng the scholarship. Then, headed back home a 2.30. Nothing else to write. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Ending here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8744793575534523823-7399946500808621281?l=mypaststillhaunts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mypaststillhaunts.blogspot.com/feeds/7399946500808621281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8744793575534523823&amp;postID=7399946500808621281' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8744793575534523823/posts/default/7399946500808621281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8744793575534523823/posts/default/7399946500808621281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mypaststillhaunts.blogspot.com/2009/01/scholarship-whoa.html' title=''/><author><name>A.K.B.A.R.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10577628406430367815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2K3xJLQ0_W8/SWg_lH-nazI/AAAAAAAAAAs/qBfdD61eUGw/S220/GUITAR.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8744793575534523823.post-4963179215533052955</id><published>2009-01-15T19:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T19:38:35.457+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CCA FAIR!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Wooo! CCA Fair 09 is the B-E-S-T! Yeah! Firdaus abd I are the best couple! Haha. We both rock! And so does the band! Cheers to those who pulled the sec1s to join Band! :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Haha. Want to know how we pulled the sec1s?? We said that there was a Worl Percussion Competition last year and attained a GOLD; went toGold Coast 2 years ago; Band practice is ONLY 1 hour; planning to go to Holland and New Zealand this coming December. HAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHA! Cheers to me and FIRDAUS! HAHA. We rock at this! haha. So fun sia. Hope I could do it again next year! Woohoo. Oh ya! I forgot. We said that band has the hottest hunks and babes! HAHAHAHHAHAHHAHAHHA!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ending here. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8744793575534523823-4963179215533052955?l=mypaststillhaunts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mypaststillhaunts.blogspot.com/feeds/4963179215533052955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8744793575534523823&amp;postID=4963179215533052955' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8744793575534523823/posts/default/4963179215533052955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8744793575534523823/posts/default/4963179215533052955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mypaststillhaunts.blogspot.com/2009/01/cca-fair-wooo-cca-fair-09-is-b-e-s-t.html' title=''/><author><name>A.K.B.A.R.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10577628406430367815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2K3xJLQ0_W8/SWg_lH-nazI/AAAAAAAAAAs/qBfdD61eUGw/S220/GUITAR.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8744793575534523823.post-4800331727785909212</id><published>2009-01-13T19:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T20:02:12.755+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;H2O&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Wha Lan.. Yesterday, that bloody ken hit my hand. And there went my H2O. Ugh. Actually, they were like 'strangling' me with a rafia string. Knn la they all. Anyway, I'm gonna take my revenge on them Heehee. And I sort of injured my sole last Sunday. I shouldn't have went to the skatepark. Damn. Today, was band practice. During sectionals, it was soo fun! haha. Zaid mimic that someone to conduct us. Haha. Then, I sort of 'buullied' yan ting. haha. Sorry. Btw, got to go. Need to study.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Ending here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8744793575534523823-4800331727785909212?l=mypaststillhaunts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mypaststillhaunts.blogspot.com/feeds/4800331727785909212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8744793575534523823&amp;postID=4800331727785909212' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8744793575534523823/posts/default/4800331727785909212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8744793575534523823/posts/default/4800331727785909212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mypaststillhaunts.blogspot.com/2009/01/h2o-wha-lan.html' title=''/><author><name>A.K.B.A.R.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10577628406430367815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2K3xJLQ0_W8/SWg_lH-nazI/AAAAAAAAAAs/qBfdD61eUGw/S220/GUITAR.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8744793575534523823.post-3956004281555753672</id><published>2009-01-10T13:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-10T13:24:55.093+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CLASS KEY&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Whoa...today woke up at 6 and got ready to school. Need to do the discussion for the mascot for CNY.I've got a feeling our class will win the BEST MASCOT again! Haha. I reached bout 8.30. Shu Lin was waiting at the foyer. Damn. She talked NON-STOP! And I forced myself to smile and giggle till 9.15, when the rest came. Walao. Now, my cheeks' paining. As soon as Meiting, Clive, Zihan and Aliya arrived, we started on the discussion. It was about like 10 minutes? Then, we swithed on the comp and visited people's blogs. Made fun of theirs. Haha. Then, we ordered Macdonalds' as we were starving. After it was delivered, Clive and I went to the foyer to collect it. We went back to class. I recommended the girls to go youtube to watch this video : 7 day old baby speaks. I told it was true and bla bla bla.... They increased the volume like to the max. Actually, it's a shocking video. I didn't tell them. Except for Clive and Meiting. As they were watching the video, I and Clive secretly went out of the class. Heehee. Seconds before the 'shock' happens, the girls were admiring the baby. After a few seconds....'AARRGHH!!!' Haha. Of course they like scolded me. Haha. Funny sia. Then, we watched this video which Clive recommended : sex ed? I think ah. So fuuny sia. It's about this HEAVYMETAL band singing bout sex, and the reproductive organs! Hahaha. But I've to admit that the song is nice. Haha. Then, we left. As we were leaving, we met Ms Abidah at the foyer. We chatted and chatted....till the bus-stop near the chinese temple. Then, I was waiting for 14. OH CRAP! I forgot to return the class key! Then, I rushed back to school. Clive accompanied me. I was halfway back, when Ms Abidah and Mdm Wati told me that the school's closed. Oh damn it. Nevermind. Thanks to Ms Abidah, she took the keys. Thank you cher. :) haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Nothing else to write.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Ending here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8744793575534523823-3956004281555753672?l=mypaststillhaunts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mypaststillhaunts.blogspot.com/feeds/3956004281555753672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8744793575534523823&amp;postID=3956004281555753672' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8744793575534523823/posts/default/3956004281555753672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8744793575534523823/posts/default/3956004281555753672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mypaststillhaunts.blogspot.com/2009/01/class-key-whoa.html' title=''/><author><name>A.K.B.A.R.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10577628406430367815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2K3xJLQ0_W8/SWg_lH-nazI/AAAAAAAAAAs/qBfdD61eUGw/S220/GUITAR.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8744793575534523823.post-1146174674680192593</id><published>2009-01-08T18:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T18:09:37.831+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sorry for not posting lately...been busy with work and work. By the way, loads of fun things happened since last week! Haha. Lazy to explain..Here to wish Tasmin and Jordan...A VERRY HAPPIEY BURSTDAYE! Sorry couldn't give you guys presents...but I'll show my...err....friend love to you two in my way..! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ending here. ( can't wait for tomorrow)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8744793575534523823-1146174674680192593?l=mypaststillhaunts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mypaststillhaunts.blogspot.com/feeds/1146174674680192593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8744793575534523823&amp;postID=1146174674680192593' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8744793575534523823/posts/default/1146174674680192593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8744793575534523823/posts/default/1146174674680192593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mypaststillhaunts.blogspot.com/2009/01/sorry-for-not-posting-lately.html' title=''/><author><name>A.K.B.A.R.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10577628406430367815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2K3xJLQ0_W8/SWg_lH-nazI/AAAAAAAAAAs/qBfdD61eUGw/S220/GUITAR.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8744793575534523823.post-3785493344326833608</id><published>2009-01-02T22:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T22:27:19.743+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day Before Yesterday</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Day Before Yesterday...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met up with Zaid and his friend at bedok library at 9 am.We planned to buy a present for Jeremy and Charmaine each. So, we went to NTUC. Spent about 30 minutes there. Haha. Then, after purchasing the present, went to meet up with Tasmin, Vanessa and Arifin at bedok library. There, we discussed about the sec 1 orientiation. Didn't know 2 hours wasn't enough. I was hungry as didn't eat lunch. Thanks to Tasmin and Vanessa for buying for me:). Bla bla bla...we discussed. Then, went back home. That's all for that day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ending here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8744793575534523823-3785493344326833608?l=mypaststillhaunts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mypaststillhaunts.blogspot.com/feeds/3785493344326833608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8744793575534523823&amp;postID=3785493344326833608' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8744793575534523823/posts/default/3785493344326833608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8744793575534523823/posts/default/3785493344326833608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mypaststillhaunts.blogspot.com/2009/01/day-before-yesterday.html' title='Day Before Yesterday'/><author><name>A.K.B.A.R.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10577628406430367815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2K3xJLQ0_W8/SWg_lH-nazI/AAAAAAAAAAs/qBfdD61eUGw/S220/GUITAR.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8744793575534523823.post-8469457509305274603</id><published>2008-12-28T14:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-28T15:13:35.118+08:00</updated><title type='text'>OPUS 3.2</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;OPUS 3.2&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Sorry didn't post yesterday, because came home at about 11pm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, woke up at around 9am and had study group with my friends and neighbours. That was untill like 1pm. Heehee..sorry zaid, I tricked you saying that I'm 'Akbar's neighbour'. HAHA! At first, Zaid say want meet at 3pm at bedok inter. Then, he said meet at the church near our school at 1.45pm. What the hell. As a result, I was late. Heehee. Sorry. Then, I took a bus to bedok inter and from there, took a bus to the church. Upon reaching, I saw jeremy, zaid and sharifah at the bus-stop. Sharifah looked like a teacher! haha. Since not much time, we took a cab. When in the cab, Zaid told the taxi driver to drive faster. Then he said he already got 2 fines already. Haha. We reached Tampines MRT just on time- 2.45pm. Haha. Tasmin, esther and vanessa were waiting for us at the MRT. As soon as we reached the platform, we quickly hopped into the MRT. Phew. The journey from Tampines to Boon Lay MRT was like 30 minutes like that. But it wasn't boring, because we were chatting all the way. Haha. Then, we reached Boon Lay MRT and took bus 179 from the interchange to NTU. When we reached NTU, we were like lost, because we're not quite sure where to alight. Haha. Fortunately, we alighted at the right stop. Then, we climbed the stairs to NTU. We saw Macdonald's and Subway. Subway was closed. So, we went to Macs and had a light food. When we're eating, we saw Mr. Fahmi walk past us. We waved at him. He looked like a professional businessman! Haha. With the tie and stuff. After we ate, we went to the auditorium. There, we met up with Zhen Ning and Ariel. Man, the auditorium is BIG! It's like more than 300 people can occupy the seats! It's BIG! That's one thing. The band was tremendously impressive! They played about 12 or 13 pieces. Each was like 5-10 minutes long. The pieces sounds hard, but they played it like it was easy. They played Star Wars, Fantillusion,Rocky Balboa, Halo, Kingdom Hearts, Yamato (not YamatE!) and many more! When the band was playing Rocky Balboa, there was a POWERFUL trumpet solo! He stood in front of the band and played his solo. The piches were so DAMN freaking HIGH! Like the highest note (or even higher) you can sing! Damn he's a pro. There was a harp, a piano, a bass guitar, snare, bass drum,triangle,timpani,drum set, xylophone, marimba and more from the percussions. There were 8 trombones, 4 euphonium, I think 5 french horns, 14 trumpets and 5 tubas. They were strong. There were alot of woodwinds too. But I can't see clearly what section they're from. Then, after the intermission, there was a saxophone quartet performance in front of the stage. There were 4 of them. One piccole saxophone, one tenor sax, one alto sax, and one bariotone. They played famous pieces from beethoven. They're great! They can perform like a woodwind band! Then, the band started to play the other pieces. At the end, they played another 2 more pieces because the audience were shouting "Encore!" haha. They played Christmas song and one more song, which they didn't mention. It was already 7.40 when it was over. We waited for 179. Later, after 5 minutes, we were on the wrong side! And 179 was at the other side by the time we found out we're at the wrong side! We ran to the bus-stop and took the bus. Phew. Lucky sia. Haha. Then, reached Boon Lay Inter. We wanted to eat dinner together, but too bad, zhenning, vanessa and esther went home already. So, left me, Zaid,Jeremy,Tasmin and Sharifah. We go Bedok Inter at ate at KFC. After that, Jeremy went home as it was late. Then, the four of us went to NTUC. They bought some stuff. It was 10pm by then. So, the four of us went home after that. The end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ending here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8744793575534523823-8469457509305274603?l=mypaststillhaunts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mypaststillhaunts.blogspot.com/feeds/8469457509305274603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8744793575534523823&amp;postID=8469457509305274603' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8744793575534523823/posts/default/8469457509305274603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8744793575534523823/posts/default/8469457509305274603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mypaststillhaunts.blogspot.com/2008/12/opus-32.html' title='OPUS 3.2'/><author><name>A.K.B.A.R.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10577628406430367815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2K3xJLQ0_W8/SWg_lH-nazI/AAAAAAAAAAs/qBfdD61eUGw/S220/GUITAR.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8744793575534523823.post-912447571747821641</id><published>2008-12-24T20:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-24T21:14:16.331+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Baggie bag bag</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BAGGIE BAG BAG&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today went to school at 9 for committee meeting. Damn it was raining heavily. After alighting from my bus, I met Zaid. We both planned to buy the same bags today from Whitesands. From 9 to 12, we painted the banners and wrote the 'Join the Band' thing. And yeah, during that, Zaid, Syarif, Maslinda, Khadijah, Namirah and I went to this gift shop to buy wrappers. Such a long way. But quite fun with them around. Then, we headed back to school. After leaving the banner to dry and packing up the stuff, me, Zaid, Syarif, Fazil, Jeremy, Namirah, Khadijah and Maslinda decided to have lunch. I and Zaid suggested to go to Whitesands because we want to go buy bag there. Heehee. Then, they all start to speaking loudly on where to have lunch. Then, one aunty whose the cleaner in our school, shouted and like scolded us to stop shouting. Haha. Then, on the way out, one security guard from our school asked if we've any sec 1 textbooks for his child. Judging from his body language, I can say that he was shy. I really pity him. I wish I could help him more than giving the textbooks. After that, we decided to go to Whitesands. YAY!. haha. Upon reaching the mall, I and Zaid rushed to the shop to buy our bags. It took about 5-10 minutes because the shopkeeper don't have stock. Then she checked again, there's stock. Haishh...waste my time. Then we bought the same bag. I let Zaid apply for membership card from the shop because one can apply if he spent more than $50. So, we shared our receipts. And the next time I come to buy, I'll get a 10% discount. Whoo! haha. Later, went to the customer service counter to redeem our free gift. It looked like a circular chocolate cake. But it's not. It's just mere towel. What the hell. So, we decided to give it to Tasmin. Then, all of us planned to eat at Whitesands. We were indecisive. So, we ended up eating at Bedok Inter the Banquet. And that's all for today!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ending here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8744793575534523823-912447571747821641?l=mypaststillhaunts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mypaststillhaunts.blogspot.com/feeds/912447571747821641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8744793575534523823&amp;postID=912447571747821641' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8744793575534523823/posts/default/912447571747821641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8744793575534523823/posts/default/912447571747821641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mypaststillhaunts.blogspot.com/2008/12/baggie-bag-bag.html' title='Baggie bag bag'/><author><name>A.K.B.A.R.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10577628406430367815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2K3xJLQ0_W8/SWg_lH-nazI/AAAAAAAAAAs/qBfdD61eUGw/S220/GUITAR.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8744793575534523823.post-7258382620117001980</id><published>2008-12-22T20:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T21:23:29.863+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Band after long</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BAND AFTER LONG&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Today during combined was not my best. I guess I didn't practice my trombone for a pretty long time....haizz...During fall-in, two people late. After fall them out, set up stand and instrument. Whoo. Got a new and nice trombone stand! Haha. Then at 10, went to the hall as the percussion is using the band room for their masterclass. During combined, I played horribly. I forgot my rythms and even positions! What the hell. So embarrasing. I was the ONLY trombonist present today! Nevermind. Good experience though. After band is over, I, Tasmin and Vanessa go meet Mrs Quek. At about 1pm, then go eat lunch at Just Acia with Zaid, Jeremy, Tasmin and Charmaine. The food was OK. Then, we go walk around and bought wristbands. Then, walked to Whitesands and do like window shopping. And thank God, I and Zaid finally spotted nice haversacks and we planned to buy it together. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ending here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8744793575534523823-7258382620117001980?l=mypaststillhaunts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mypaststillhaunts.blogspot.com/feeds/7258382620117001980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8744793575534523823&amp;postID=7258382620117001980' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8744793575534523823/posts/default/7258382620117001980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8744793575534523823/posts/default/7258382620117001980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mypaststillhaunts.blogspot.com/2008/12/band-after-long.html' title='Band after long'/><author><name>A.K.B.A.R.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10577628406430367815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2K3xJLQ0_W8/SWg_lH-nazI/AAAAAAAAAAs/qBfdD61eUGw/S220/GUITAR.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8744793575534523823.post-4181384091859209883</id><published>2008-12-22T20:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T20:51:01.816+08:00</updated><title type='text'>YES MAN!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;"&gt;YES MAN!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Last Saturday I and my siblings watched 'YES MAN!' at Tampines Mall. Superbly funny! Jim Carrey is the right one to act as Carl Allen. He acts like an idiot. Haha. Every minute, or even second, there's something to laugh about. There was one part they showed Jim Carrey's butt! While he was riding the dirt bike. So gross. He spoke Korean to people who don't know Korean. He saved a man's life by playing the guitar (which was funny). His new girlfriend also funny. It's a must-watch movie! Go catch it! Then, movie ended at 7.30pm. Then go Toys'R'Us. Then to Popular. Shop shop shop. haha. After that, ate dinner at East Coast. Nice food. Haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ending here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8744793575534523823-4181384091859209883?l=mypaststillhaunts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mypaststillhaunts.blogspot.com/feeds/4181384091859209883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8744793575534523823&amp;postID=4181384091859209883' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8744793575534523823/posts/default/4181384091859209883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8744793575534523823/posts/default/4181384091859209883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mypaststillhaunts.blogspot.com/2008/12/yes-man.html' title='YES MAN!'/><author><name>A.K.B.A.R.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10577628406430367815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2K3xJLQ0_W8/SWg_lH-nazI/AAAAAAAAAAs/qBfdD61eUGw/S220/GUITAR.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8744793575534523823.post-1429528714841536717</id><published>2008-12-16T12:49:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T22:20:14.152+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ok..here to do the quiz which shanelle told me to days ago. :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RULES: Do the "Letter MEME". Tag no less than 5 other people, and leave them a comment, informing them that they have been tagged. Then copy the "How-to" Letter Meme, and finish your Journal entry.-How you do the Letter Meme:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear -person who tagged you-, I don't really know how to tell you this, but ___1___. I think I realized it ___2___ ___3___ and I saw you ___4___ ___5___. I'm sure you're ___6___ enough to understand ___7___. I'm returning ___8___ to you, but I'll keep ___9___ as a memory. You should also know that I ___10___ ___11___ .___12___,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Your name-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. What's the color of your shirt?&lt;br /&gt;Blue - Our romance is over&lt;br /&gt;Red - Our affair is over&lt;br /&gt;White - I'll join the monastery&lt;br /&gt;Black - I dislike you&lt;br /&gt;Green - Our horoscope doesn't match&lt;br /&gt;Grey - You're a pervert&lt;br /&gt;Yellow - I'm selling myself&lt;br /&gt;Pink - Your nostrils are insulting&lt;br /&gt;Brown - The mafia wants you&lt;br /&gt;No shirt - You're a loser&lt;br /&gt;Other - I'm in love with your sister.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Which is your birth month?&lt;br /&gt;January - That night&lt;br /&gt;February - Last year&lt;br /&gt;March - When your dwarf bit me&lt;br /&gt;April - When I tripped on sesame seeds&lt;br /&gt;May - First of May&lt;br /&gt;June - When you put cuffs on me&lt;br /&gt;July - When I threw up&lt;br /&gt;August - When I saw the shrunken head&lt;br /&gt;September - When we skinny dipped&lt;br /&gt;October - When I quoted Santa&lt;br /&gt;November - When your dog ran amok&lt;br /&gt;December -When I changed tennis shoes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Which food do you prefer?&lt;br /&gt;Tacos - In your apartment&lt;br /&gt;Pizza - In your camping car&lt;br /&gt;Pasta - Outside of Chicago&lt;br /&gt;Hamburgers - Under the bus&lt;br /&gt;Salad - As you ate enchilada&lt;br /&gt;Chicken - In your closet&lt;br /&gt;Kabab - With Paris Hilton&lt;br /&gt;Fish - In women's clothing&lt;br /&gt;Sandwiches - At the Hare Krishna graduation&lt;br /&gt;Lasagna - At the mental hospital&lt;br /&gt;Hot dog - Under a state of trance&lt;br /&gt;None of the above - With George Bush and his wife&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. What's the color of your socks?&lt;br /&gt;Yellow - Hit on&lt;br /&gt;Red - Insult&lt;br /&gt;Black - Ignore&lt;br /&gt;Blue - Knock out&lt;br /&gt;Purple - Pour syrup on&lt;br /&gt;White - Carve your initials into&lt;br /&gt;Grey - Pull the clothes off&lt;br /&gt;Brown - Put leeches on&lt;br /&gt;Orange - Castrate&lt;br /&gt;Pink - Pull the toupee off&lt;br /&gt;Barefoot - Sit on&lt;br /&gt;Other - Drive out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. What's the color of your underwear?&lt;br /&gt;Black - My best friend&lt;br /&gt;White - My father&lt;br /&gt;Grey - Bill Clinton&lt;br /&gt;Brown - My fart balloon&lt;br /&gt;Purple - My mustard soufflé&lt;br /&gt;Red - Donald Duck&lt;br /&gt;Blue - My avocado plant&lt;br /&gt;Yellow - My penpal in Ghana&lt;br /&gt;Orange - My Kid Rock-collection&lt;br /&gt;Pink - Manchester United's goalkeeper&lt;br /&gt;None - My John F. Kennedy-statue&lt;br /&gt;Other - The crazy monk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. What do you prefer to watch on TV?&lt;br /&gt;Scrubs - Man&lt;br /&gt;O.C. - Emotional&lt;br /&gt;One Tree Hill - Open&lt;br /&gt;Heroes - Frostbitten&lt;br /&gt;Lost - High&lt;br /&gt;House - Scarred&lt;br /&gt;Simpsons - Cowardly&lt;br /&gt;The news - Mongolic&lt;br /&gt;Idol - Masochistic&lt;br /&gt;Family Guy - Senile&lt;br /&gt;Top Model - Middle-class&lt;br /&gt;None of the above - Ashamed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Your mood right now?&lt;br /&gt;Happy - How awful I've felt&lt;br /&gt;Sad - How boring you are&lt;br /&gt;Bored - That Santa doesn't exist&lt;br /&gt;Angry - That your pimples are at the last stage&lt;br /&gt;Depressed - That we're cousins&lt;br /&gt;Excited - That there is no solution to this.&lt;br /&gt;Nervous - The middle-east&lt;br /&gt;Worried - That your Honda sucks&lt;br /&gt;Apathetic - That I did a sex-change&lt;br /&gt;Ashamed - That I'm allergic to your hamster&lt;br /&gt;Cuddly - That I get turned on by garbage men&lt;br /&gt;Overjoyous - That I'm open&lt;br /&gt;Other - That Extreme Home Makeover sucks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. What's the color of your walls in your bedroom?&lt;br /&gt;White - Your ring&lt;br /&gt;Yellow - Your love letters&lt;br /&gt;Red - Your Darth Vader-poster&lt;br /&gt;Black - Your tame stone&lt;br /&gt;Blue - The couch cushions&lt;br /&gt;Green - The pictures from LA&lt;br /&gt;Orange - Your false teeth&lt;br /&gt;Brown - Your contact book&lt;br /&gt;Grey - Our matching snoopy-bibs&lt;br /&gt;Purple - Your old lottery coupons&lt;br /&gt;Pink - The cut toenails&lt;br /&gt;Other - Your memories from the military service&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. The first letter of your first name?&lt;br /&gt;A/B - Your photo&lt;br /&gt;C/D - The oil stocks&lt;br /&gt;E/F - Your neighbour Martin&lt;br /&gt;G/H - My virginity&lt;br /&gt;I/J - The results of your blood-sample&lt;br /&gt;K/L - Your left ear&lt;br /&gt;M/N - Your suicide note&lt;br /&gt;O/P - My common sense&lt;br /&gt;Q/R - Your mom&lt;br /&gt;S/T - Your collection of butterflies&lt;br /&gt;U/V - Your criminal record&lt;br /&gt;W/X - David's tricot outfits&lt;br /&gt;Y/Z - Your grades from college&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. The last letter in your last name?&lt;br /&gt;A/B - Always will remember&lt;br /&gt;C/D - Never will forget&lt;br /&gt;E/F - Always wanted to break&lt;br /&gt;G/H - Never openly mocked&lt;br /&gt;I/J - Always have felt dirty before&lt;br /&gt;K/L - Will tell the authorities about&lt;br /&gt;M/N - Told in my confession today about&lt;br /&gt;O/P - Was interviewed by the Times about&lt;br /&gt;Q/R - Told my psychiatrist about&lt;br /&gt;S/T - Get sick when I think of&lt;br /&gt;U/V - Always will try to forget&lt;br /&gt;W/X - Am better off without&lt;br /&gt;Y/Z - Never liked&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. What do you prefer to drink?&lt;br /&gt;Water- Our friendship&lt;br /&gt;Beer - Senility&lt;br /&gt;Soft drinks - A new life as a clone&lt;br /&gt;Soda - The incarnation as an eskimo&lt;br /&gt;Milk - The apartment building&lt;br /&gt;Wine - Cocaine abuse&lt;br /&gt;Cider - A passionate interest for mice&lt;br /&gt;Juice - Oprah Winfrey imitations&lt;br /&gt;Mineral water - Embarrassing rash&lt;br /&gt;Hot chocolate -Eggplant-fetishism&lt;br /&gt;Whisky - To ruin the second world war&lt;br /&gt;Other - To hate the Boston Celtics&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. To which country would you prefer to go on a vacation?&lt;br /&gt;Thailand - Warm regards&lt;br /&gt;USA - Best regards&lt;br /&gt;England - Good luck on your short-term leave from jail&lt;br /&gt;Spain - Go and drown yourself&lt;br /&gt;China - Disgusting regards&lt;br /&gt;Germany - With ease&lt;br /&gt;Japan - Go burn&lt;br /&gt;Greece - Your everlasting enemy&lt;br /&gt;Australia - Greetings to your frog Leonard&lt;br /&gt;Egypt - Fuck off now&lt;br /&gt;France - In pain&lt;br /&gt;Other - Greetings to your freaky family&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Dear Shanelle, I don't really know how to tell you this, but our romance is over. I think I realized it when I threw up in your closet and I saw you sit on my avocado plant. I'm sure you're cowardly enough to understand how awful Ive felt. I'm returning your memories from the military service to you, but I'll keep your photo as a memory. You should also know that I never will forget a new life as a clone. Fuck off now,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Akbar :]&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8744793575534523823-1429528714841536717?l=mypaststillhaunts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mypaststillhaunts.blogspot.com/feeds/1429528714841536717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8744793575534523823&amp;postID=1429528714841536717' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8744793575534523823/posts/default/1429528714841536717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8744793575534523823/posts/default/1429528714841536717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mypaststillhaunts.blogspot.com/2008/12/ok.html' title=''/><author><name>A.K.B.A.R.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10577628406430367815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2K3xJLQ0_W8/SWg_lH-nazI/AAAAAAAAAAs/qBfdD61eUGw/S220/GUITAR.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8744793575534523823.post-1373455260985284040</id><published>2008-12-15T13:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T14:02:25.077+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hang-over</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HANG-OVER&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Haii....back in singapore on 8 december. I'm became so tired and lazy after the trip. A great experience though. Alot of ordinary and extraordinary events occurred when I was there. I'm lazy to post what happened during the trip. You want to know, ask me. I've not even started my holiday assignment. Damn. I tried to focus when I'm studying, but I just can't. Shit sia. I need a short break to continue what I stopped. Haish....lazy sia...haha.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8744793575534523823-1373455260985284040?l=mypaststillhaunts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mypaststillhaunts.blogspot.com/feeds/1373455260985284040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8744793575534523823&amp;postID=1373455260985284040' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8744793575534523823/posts/default/1373455260985284040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8744793575534523823/posts/default/1373455260985284040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mypaststillhaunts.blogspot.com/2008/12/hang-over.html' title='Hang-over'/><author><name>A.K.B.A.R.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10577628406430367815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2K3xJLQ0_W8/SWg_lH-nazI/AAAAAAAAAAs/qBfdD61eUGw/S220/GUITAR.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8744793575534523823.post-4503296798179403931</id><published>2008-12-05T23:39:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T17:59:51.227+08:00</updated><title type='text'>TENSION</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TENSION&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Have you people heard of the Mumbai terror attacks recently? I bet you heard. Now, the situation is tense, very tense. Almost everywhere security personnel and commandos can be seen. Very scary. At airports and railway stations, they'll check the baggages of commuters THOROUGHLY. By the way, tomorrow there'll be a Muslim gathering in Chennai. They'll do a peaceful march and will block railway tracks. Anything can happen during the event. Racial riots etc. Fortunately, I'm leaving tomorrow. I've changed the departure date due to the terror attacks. I've visited India at the wrong time. Damn. A typhoon is building up at the Bay of Bengal, towards Chennai. I hope I'll reach Singapore safely and on time. India is a dangerous place at the mean time. Yesterday ( I think), there were gunshots in the Delhi Airport. Ok, I got to go. Hope you enjoyed the band camp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ending here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8744793575534523823-4503296798179403931?l=mypaststillhaunts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mypaststillhaunts.blogspot.com/feeds/4503296798179403931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8744793575534523823&amp;postID=4503296798179403931' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8744793575534523823/posts/default/4503296798179403931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8744793575534523823/posts/default/4503296798179403931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mypaststillhaunts.blogspot.com/2008/12/tension.html' title='TENSION'/><author><name>A.K.B.A.R.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10577628406430367815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2K3xJLQ0_W8/SWg_lH-nazI/AAAAAAAAAAs/qBfdD61eUGw/S220/GUITAR.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8744793575534523823.post-6135108232551743861</id><published>2008-11-28T12:30:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T18:51:36.084+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FLOOD&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flood flood flood. Here's quite an eye opener. Didn't know got alot of stuff here. I may not be going for the band camp. However, I'm enjoying here. I get to see mankind's 2nd generation. For those who know, they're Habil and Qabil. They're the sons of Adam. Their coffin's quite long, as long as a full-grown coconut tree, around 60 feet. i got to go. I'll post some other time. Ending here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8744793575534523823-6135108232551743861?l=mypaststillhaunts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mypaststillhaunts.blogspot.com/feeds/6135108232551743861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8744793575534523823&amp;postID=6135108232551743861' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8744793575534523823/posts/default/6135108232551743861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8744793575534523823/posts/default/6135108232551743861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mypaststillhaunts.blogspot.com/2008/11/flood-flood-flood.html' title=''/><author><name>A.K.B.A.R.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10577628406430367815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2K3xJLQ0_W8/SWg_lH-nazI/AAAAAAAAAAs/qBfdD61eUGw/S220/GUITAR.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8744793575534523823.post-3264252300806574259</id><published>2008-11-22T20:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T18:52:22.333+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;AT AIRPORT&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hey hey hey. This's my very last post before I go. I'm at changi airport now. waiting for my flight. so long guys!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8744793575534523823-3264252300806574259?l=mypaststillhaunts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mypaststillhaunts.blogspot.com/feeds/3264252300806574259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8744793575534523823&amp;postID=3264252300806574259' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8744793575534523823/posts/default/3264252300806574259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8744793575534523823/posts/default/3264252300806574259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mypaststillhaunts.blogspot.com/2008/11/at-airport-hey-hey-hey.html' title=''/><author><name>A.K.B.A.R.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10577628406430367815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2K3xJLQ0_W8/SWg_lH-nazI/AAAAAAAAAAs/qBfdD61eUGw/S220/GUITAR.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8744793575534523823.post-9038086820463616600</id><published>2008-11-22T14:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-22T14:58:47.112+08:00</updated><title type='text'>JABBED!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;"&gt;BYE BYE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm leaving Singapore this evening. Still, I've NOT packed my stuff yet. Damn. So lazy.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I'll be missing band for the next 2 weeks! NO! I want to go for the band camp! Damn...&lt;br /&gt;I feel equally excited and upset. I am going to miss band like HELL! And and, I won't be blogging or be online during my holiday. I don't know if they have Internet connection there. Anyway, I'll buy souveniours for those close to me;like Zaid and more. :)&lt;br /&gt;So, I better not use my left hand to type much, because it's in pain after the jab last night. Ouch.&lt;br /&gt;This, I think, will be my last post before I leave this evening. So, bye! Take care guys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. will be back on the 9th december.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8744793575534523823-9038086820463616600?l=mypaststillhaunts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mypaststillhaunts.blogspot.com/feeds/9038086820463616600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8744793575534523823&amp;postID=9038086820463616600' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8744793575534523823/posts/default/9038086820463616600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8744793575534523823/posts/default/9038086820463616600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mypaststillhaunts.blogspot.com/2008/11/jabbed.html' title='JABBED!'/><author><name>A.K.B.A.R.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10577628406430367815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2K3xJLQ0_W8/SWg_lH-nazI/AAAAAAAAAAs/qBfdD61eUGw/S220/GUITAR.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8744793575534523823.post-7872306808566343662</id><published>2008-11-19T22:31:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T15:49:09.004+08:00</updated><title type='text'>CLASS OUTING 'O8</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CLASS OUTING '08&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn, today's the last band practice before I go off. Too bad, I'm not going to the band camp.&lt;br /&gt;Nevermind. I had a great AND tiring day today! After band, I changed to my outdoor attire and head towards ECP. Thanks to Zihan's brother who sent us there. Upon reaching to our pit 4, area B, it drizzled. So we thought it would go on for a while. But damn, the drizzle brought along a heavy downpour. Without further a do, we brought the BBQ food and snacks to the nearby shelter. The rain went for a long while. I didn't want to waste my time. So,my friends and I hopped onto our bikes and cycled to the end of ECP. Then, we cycled to Parkway Parade. As soon as we got back to our pit, we were TOTALLY soaked. But I didn't care. Around 6.30pm, we started bbq-ing. The girls prepared the food, while the boys ate them up. heeehee. Our form teacher, Miss Abidah, bought a cake from 'Secret Recipe'. And I have to admit that it tasted superb. Thank you teacher! hahaha. After eating, I and my friend went to the toilet to change. Luckily, Putera brought extra t-shirt. If not, I'll be stinking. Around 9pm, me and a group of friends went back home together (not gays). I love this outing! and I hope I ain't getting fever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ending here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;p.s.photos will be posted in the next post. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8744793575534523823-7872306808566343662?l=mypaststillhaunts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mypaststillhaunts.blogspot.com/feeds/7872306808566343662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8744793575534523823&amp;postID=7872306808566343662' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8744793575534523823/posts/default/7872306808566343662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8744793575534523823/posts/default/7872306808566343662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mypaststillhaunts.blogspot.com/2008/11/class-outing-o8.html' title='CLASS OUTING &apos;O8'/><author><name>A.K.B.A.R.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10577628406430367815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2K3xJLQ0_W8/SWg_lH-nazI/AAAAAAAAAAs/qBfdD61eUGw/S220/GUITAR.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8744793575534523823.post-2188171040464874478</id><published>2008-11-17T18:38:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T11:00:13.156+08:00</updated><title type='text'>EARLY IN THE MORNING</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;EARLY IN THE MORNING&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAMN! If he told me EARLIER, I wouldn't have gotten a scolding from Mrs. Quek. Because of her, my left ear went deaf for a while. Good thing she didn't scold me face-to-face. If not, I would be dead alright. And today, for lunch, we, me, Tasmin,Jackson,Jeremy,Andom,Danish,Jordan,Amit and Zaid, went to Canadian Pizza. Too bad, it wasn't filling. Wasted my money. Oh man, I'm leaving Singapore this Saturday. I miss band. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ending here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8744793575534523823-2188171040464874478?l=mypaststillhaunts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mypaststillhaunts.blogspot.com/feeds/2188171040464874478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8744793575534523823&amp;postID=2188171040464874478' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8744793575534523823/posts/default/2188171040464874478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8744793575534523823/posts/default/2188171040464874478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mypaststillhaunts.blogspot.com/2008/11/early-in-morning.html' title='EARLY IN THE MORNING'/><author><name>A.K.B.A.R.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10577628406430367815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2K3xJLQ0_W8/SWg_lH-nazI/AAAAAAAAAAs/qBfdD61eUGw/S220/GUITAR.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8744793575534523823.post-6377560306075493174</id><published>2008-11-15T12:29:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T11:01:04.326+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SNAKE!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SNAKE!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;what the shit?! this morning, I woke up (around 8am), and I saw a SNAKE in my room! Holy crapp. Moreover, I was alone at home. I think this's the second time I saw a snake. It was green and scaly. I think its venomous. I THINK. Then, I rushed into the kitchen and boiled water. Meanwhile, I took insecticides ( 2 of them). Then, I switched on the light. I waited and waited. After minutes, I saw the snake again. I sprayed the insecticide here and there, but like it didn't affect the snake. Then, I poured hot scalding water on the snake. In a split second, the snake slithered off. Phew. I saved the day! haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ending here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8744793575534523823-6377560306075493174?l=mypaststillhaunts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mypaststillhaunts.blogspot.com/feeds/6377560306075493174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8744793575534523823&amp;postID=6377560306075493174' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8744793575534523823/posts/default/6377560306075493174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8744793575534523823/posts/default/6377560306075493174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mypaststillhaunts.blogspot.com/2008/11/snake.html' title='SNAKE!'/><author><name>A.K.B.A.R.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10577628406430367815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2K3xJLQ0_W8/SWg_lH-nazI/AAAAAAAAAAs/qBfdD61eUGw/S220/GUITAR.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8744793575534523823.post-7995042884442279704</id><published>2008-11-14T12:22:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T11:02:18.454+08:00</updated><title type='text'>CBOX CREATED.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FINALLY...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah! Finally, I've a Cbox in my blog. All thanks to a bunch of people. So, please comment my blog ayte! Don't forget to tag me! haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ending here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8744793575534523823-7995042884442279704?l=mypaststillhaunts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mypaststillhaunts.blogspot.com/feeds/7995042884442279704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8744793575534523823&amp;postID=7995042884442279704' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8744793575534523823/posts/default/7995042884442279704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8744793575534523823/posts/default/7995042884442279704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mypaststillhaunts.blogspot.com/2008/11/cbox-created.html' title='CBOX CREATED.'/><author><name>A.K.B.A.R.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10577628406430367815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2K3xJLQ0_W8/SWg_lH-nazI/AAAAAAAAAAs/qBfdD61eUGw/S220/GUITAR.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8744793575534523823.post-5554207385151157668</id><published>2008-11-06T20:16:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T11:03:45.277+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sorry Linkin Park</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WHO ROCKS?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Ok...Linkin Park SUCKS! I loved it, until Slipknot and A7X emerged into my life! They ROCK! And they rock ENDLESSLY! Especially Slipknot's newest song- PSYCHOSOCIAL (is that how you spell it?). BTW, A7X AIN'T metal! Those who think otherwise,go dig a grave for yourself.&lt;br /&gt;Limkin Park is soooo GAY. Do they know the meaning of 'rock'? Unlike A7X and SlipKnot. I love A7X's old time song- BAT COUNTRY. Their latest- Almost Easy, really picture Judgement Day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry Linkin Park, if you think i'm still your fan, then see your name on the epitaph.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8744793575534523823-5554207385151157668?l=mypaststillhaunts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mypaststillhaunts.blogspot.com/feeds/5554207385151157668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8744793575534523823&amp;postID=5554207385151157668' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8744793575534523823/posts/default/5554207385151157668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8744793575534523823/posts/default/5554207385151157668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mypaststillhaunts.blogspot.com/2008/11/sorry-linkin-park.html' title='Sorry Linkin Park'/><author><name>A.K.B.A.R.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10577628406430367815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2K3xJLQ0_W8/SWg_lH-nazI/AAAAAAAAAAs/qBfdD61eUGw/S220/GUITAR.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8744793575534523823.post-6867803798208554072</id><published>2008-09-07T11:38:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T11:05:24.405+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BACK TO SCHOOL!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;i wanna stay @ HOME!! haha !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;school's gonna start the next day and i aint prepared! im still living in languid!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;i need some1 to slap me..NOW..to 'wake up'!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;ahhahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;and YEAH! 2mr's the last day of BAND! for then...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;but i still gtta rehearse for my SYF pieces...damn..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;oh my....theres POA test 2mr! what has this world gone to..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;haish..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;and i hope i wont be chairman for the next term....it sucks being one...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;so...i need to get ready for skl!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;~SO LONG~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;~THE END~&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8744793575534523823-6867803798208554072?l=mypaststillhaunts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mypaststillhaunts.blogspot.com/feeds/6867803798208554072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8744793575534523823&amp;postID=6867803798208554072' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8744793575534523823/posts/default/6867803798208554072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8744793575534523823/posts/default/6867803798208554072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mypaststillhaunts.blogspot.com/2008/09/back-to-school.html' title='BACK TO SCHOOL!'/><author><name>A.K.B.A.R.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10577628406430367815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2K3xJLQ0_W8/SWg_lH-nazI/AAAAAAAAAAs/qBfdD61eUGw/S220/GUITAR.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8744793575534523823.post-9007602137097852123</id><published>2008-09-04T13:13:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T11:06:39.035+08:00</updated><title type='text'>AT LAST!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WOOHOO!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2K3xJLQ0_W8/SL9yzdm0H3I/AAAAAAAAAAQ/7kHQO0aoMdE/s1600-h/01092008-001[1]"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242034719728869234" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2K3xJLQ0_W8/SL9yzdm0H3I/AAAAAAAAAAQ/7kHQO0aoMdE/s320/01092008-001%5B1%5D" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffffff;"&gt;at last..im BLOGGING!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffffff;"&gt;applause to zaid! (my bro) haha! well..this's my 1st tyme blogging&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffffff;"&gt;so i know its gonna suck..heeehees...XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffffff;"&gt;phew!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffffff;"&gt;september break is ON! but...gt to back to SKOOOOL! hmmph...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffffff;"&gt;well..this is the last time im gonna enjoy my break..coz next year..ITS 'O's!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffffff;"&gt;and i guarantee im gonna be BUSY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffffff;"&gt;well...a few days ago..i was taken aback...by some..*ehem*..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffffff;"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffffff;"&gt;but good thing i still have 'cheerful' in my 'dictionary'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffffff;"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffffff;"&gt;well...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffffff;"&gt;SO LONG!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;THE END&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8744793575534523823-9007602137097852123?l=mypaststillhaunts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mypaststillhaunts.blogspot.com/feeds/9007602137097852123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8744793575534523823&amp;postID=9007602137097852123' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8744793575534523823/posts/default/9007602137097852123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8744793575534523823/posts/default/9007602137097852123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mypaststillhaunts.blogspot.com/2008/09/at-last.html' title='AT LAST!'/><author><name>A.K.B.A.R.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10577628406430367815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='23' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2K3xJLQ0_W8/SWg_lH-nazI/AAAAAAAAAAs/qBfdD61eUGw/S220/GUITAR.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2K3xJLQ0_W8/SL9yzdm0H3I/AAAAAAAAAAQ/7kHQO0aoMdE/s72-c/01092008-001%5B1%5D' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
