<?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-6615689487502822269</id><updated>2012-02-16T17:03:50.301-08:00</updated><title type='text'>El Diario</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisisme-honestly.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6615689487502822269/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisisme-honestly.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>eldiario</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13359649722689197666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>74</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6615689487502822269.post-6694619391552490818</id><published>2009-10-02T00:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-02T01:27:04.220-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Finals. Malay Paper.</title><content type='html'>Sat for the Mother Tongue Paper today. Chose the Letter Writing over the Dialogue cuz I didn't really understand what the Dialogue was about. I spent, like, 10 minutes, just looking at the paper, trying to come up with something. I finished it at around 8:50. After that, I spent 5 minutes choosing which topic to use for my essay. The first one was about "The good and the bad working together" or something like that. The second topic was some crap about going to Johor. But I chose the third one. "Suatu Harapan yang tidak Kesampaian". Which basically means "Hopes that weren't fulfilled". I spent another 10 minutes trying to come up with a plot when it struck me. I've wasted time coming up with an idea when all along, the idea I was looking for had been in my mind. No, actually, it was from across my classroom. And it was a HE. I'm sure you get who I'm referring to here. Anyway, it was mostly about how it pains me to know that HE likes her. And how I reflected and realized that before I liked him, I was actually pretty contented and happy with my life. How everything was so not complicated and how I felt so free. And then he came into my life and made everything difficult for me without intending to. I concluded my essay with this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Mungkin dia suatu harapan yang tidak kesampaian. Namun, hidup saya baru bermula.  Saya yakin saya tidak suka dia lagi. Tetapi, saya tahu, dia masih dalam hati saya kerana saya sembunyikan dia di sana sambil menungguh untuk orang yang akan memberi hidup kepada hatiku yang sudah mati. Pada suatu hari, saya tahu saya boleh menyampaikan suatu harapan yang lagi bagus dan besar daripada harapan ini."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or some shit like that. I don't know. Can't remember the exact words. But I definitely used the best Malay words and grammar I knew. Anyway, if translated, it means:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Maybe he's something I didn't achieve. However, my life has just begun. I think I don't like him anymore. But I know that he's still somewhere in my heart because I hid him there while waiting for the person who will give life to my dead heart. One day, I know I can reach something that's way better and greater than this hope."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was laughing quietly by myself while reading it. It was so emo. And my Malay language was so suckish I can't help but laugh. I doubt the teachers will be able to understand what I was trying to say. But it's okay. I'm not exactly a Malay, so it's understandable if my Malay sucked. But I can say that although the language was kinda shitty, each and every word was written with meaning. I meant every word I wrote. Anyway, moving on, paper 2 was surprisingly easier to tackle than the previous papers. Usually, my answer script would be filled with blanks. But for this paper, I managed to answer all the questions(though I just made a guess for most of them.). But the comprehension was damn hard. I didn't understand what it was trying to say cuz the language was, like, intermediate. The paper ended at 12:15. Hung out with Shaf and Afiqah while waiting for the HML students. Yes! One paper down! Just a few more to go! I can do this! If I ace every subject, I'll get to go to a Europian country. Otherwise, if I get As for Math, English and Science, I'll get to go to another Asian country AND an iPhone. If I get at least B for everything, I'll get a new phone( but not an iPhone. :(). If no As, no anything. Sad, huh. So, yeah. I better study now. Aiming for Straight As! Ciao, peepoz! xoxo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6615689487502822269-6694619391552490818?l=thisisme-honestly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisisme-honestly.blogspot.com/feeds/6694619391552490818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6615689487502822269&amp;postID=6694619391552490818' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6615689487502822269/posts/default/6694619391552490818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6615689487502822269/posts/default/6694619391552490818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisisme-honestly.blogspot.com/2009/10/finals-malay-paper.html' title='Finals. Malay Paper.'/><author><name>eldiario</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13359649722689197666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6615689487502822269.post-2518575082277034292</id><published>2009-09-15T03:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-15T04:10:52.059-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Back from God-knows-where</title><content type='html'>Yes. So here I am. Umm.. Nothing much today. Main highlight of the day. Okay. So, I was, like, sitting with Syaz and Nabillah outside the classroom when Fitri &amp; co. and Hidayah and Amira suddenly walked by us and Fitri told me that they wanted to tell me something. So I followed them to the water and cooler and there, they told me something that almost stopped my heart. I was, like, "Oh. My. God. What the -?!". Cuz seriously. I don't know how I was supposed to react to that one. I don't know if I should be happy or pissed off. Cuz I swore that I'm gonna get over him. Then I suddenly hear that kind of news. Like, really. Way to make everything complicated! I don't know if Fitri and Hidayah are even telling the truth. They're probably just messing with me or something. They even have witnesses. For Christ's sake. For all I know, the witnesses could be in cahoots with them. Whatever. I don't belive them. Or maybe I do. Argh! And I kinda feel awkward cuz Amirah's there and as we alll know, she has a bit of history with the unnamed person I'm talking about here. But anyway, she seemed cool with it. At least it's better than sharing news with another certain someone. (I am so sorry that I have to keep saying stuff that people don't get. That I keep mentioning unnamed people. But really, it's all for the good of everyone. Namely, me.) Again. Whatevz. I'm having a major migraine now. With all of this. My current situation. Exams. Urgh! But at least friends are always there to cheer me up. Guys, you are one of the reasons why I even bother waking up in the morning to go to school. I love you all! And thanks for making my life less dull. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6615689487502822269-2518575082277034292?l=thisisme-honestly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisisme-honestly.blogspot.com/feeds/2518575082277034292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6615689487502822269&amp;postID=2518575082277034292' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6615689487502822269/posts/default/2518575082277034292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6615689487502822269/posts/default/2518575082277034292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisisme-honestly.blogspot.com/2009/09/back-from-god-knows-where.html' title='Back from God-knows-where'/><author><name>eldiario</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13359649722689197666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6615689487502822269.post-3470508954723540984</id><published>2009-05-22T04:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-22T05:40:38.681-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So, here I am again. Another day passed, and I feel like I'm growing more matured and getting out of my shell as each day passes. Let's see. Where shall we start? Okay. Morning Assembly. Since Ms Maz is constantly absent from school, I decided to sit at the back. Away from the prying eyes and ears of Mr Kong. So I sat in front of Nora, which is always fun (except that she's currently undergoing some stuff. Not gonna mention. All that I'm going to say is that guys are really such as*holes. Well, not all. But most of them anyway.). So as Mr Kong was sending off the classes, I heard someone say "Eh, ___ never come today ah.". So I turned and surprise, surprise. It's Ashraf. Talking about ___ like I'm not there. And looking slyly at me. I flushed and looked down, mumbling some swear words like "chibai" and "f*ck". I ignored them and went on talking to Nora. But just as Ash was about to go off to his class, I heard him repeat the same sentence again. What a bloody ****. Ugh! Why do people seem to enjoy torturing me??! It's, like, so annoying! So, anyway, went to slack off a few minutes with Jermaine and Nora before going for that stupid ICT training. Seriously, it's like snoozeville up there. Received Science, Geography and History paper today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;History : 37/45&lt;br /&gt;Geography : 48/70 (not so sure. Forgot the real thing)&lt;br /&gt;Science : 60/95&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So happy! I got an A1 for History! Again! I stil don't know whether I should take History or Literature next year. Went for mother tongue lesson at 12 pm. I was about to turn the bend to take the stairs to my Malay class when guess who I ran into? Yes, it's Ashraf. Again. And this time, he was with his clique. Damn, am I unlucky! He spotted me and said something like "Eh Kim, ah tu ___.". And ___ glanced for a second before looking away. Argh! He's driving me nuts! Fitriiiiiiii! Order your boyfriend not to tease me like that! It's ruining my rep and dignity! Seriously! Why won't people believe me when I say that I'm over ___? I was blushing all the way up to the Malay Classroom. But apparently, the Malay Classroom was being used as a mock paper exam room by this class. So we were forced to go down to the 2/6 class and be watched over by Mdm Prema. Which is sooo not good. Can't even talk. So if I can't talk, then I'll just text. I texted a whole bunch of people. One of them is Fit. I was whining about her boyfriend being such a pain in the a*s. Then I also texted Ashraf to tell him to friggin' stop the teasing. They passed by our class and they were giving me this look again. Jas kept calling me "gago" which is in Tagalog, and translates to "stupid". Am I stupid? And then there's Faiz who keeps asking me for porn vids! Hell, like I have any in my phone. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After school went out with Nora. Was supposed to go out with her and Fit but Fit cancelled out at the last minute to join Amani &amp; co. On the way to the bus stop, Nora and I started acting crazy. I pretended to lie down on the grass as if she was raping me. Haha! Then we saw this red pick-up and we acted as if we wanted to climb up the back and do it there. But we didn't, k. And hey, we're teens, alright. Our sex hormones are at their peak. Okay, that sounded really perverse. But whatever. We took the 307 bus there. Nora sat all teh way at the back while I just stayed at the rear, near the door. I don't like alighting with difficulty. Yue Lin and Song Hong took the same bus as us so Yue Lin joined me while Song Hong sat down(and just for the record, Song Hong. I DON"T like Brendan. Never have and never will. I mean, when I said he was hot, I was talking on behalf of some girls from the netball team. I myself don't find him that hot. But whatever. Think all you want. Not like I care, cuz it's not true. And anyway, a friend of mine kinda likes him *nudge nudge* and I don't like to crush on the same guy as my friends.). Reached Lot 1 ate Kampong Fried Rice at the Food JUnction(Halal, kay, people). Then went to the library to read some mags. (Gosh! Megan Fox actually admitted to LOVING SEX. Ew!) After that went out and decided to disturb innocent passers-by. The plan was that Nora will walk behind someone while I walked in front of that person act like it was the first time I saw Nora. Gets? If you don't, then never mind. Just refer to Case Study #1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Case #1:&lt;br /&gt;Nora and I spotted an old man pushing his grandchild on a stroller coming towards us outside the library. Nora quickly walks behind him. As the Grand-daddy came nearer, I suddenly said "Nora!!" really loudly and wave at the old man. The victim looked surprised and turns around to see a laughing Nora. Get it now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Case #2:&lt;br /&gt;We spot a potential victim at that Level 2 CD shop beside Mini Toons. Definitely an Ah Pek. He was watching some wrestling thingy outside the shop with about a dozen other fanatics. I stand behind him while Nora stood at the front. Then, she suddenly turned around and said "Kim!" while waving to the Ah Pek. I didn't see what the Ah Pek's reaction was, but from the Nora's laughter, I'm sure it was something priceless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Case #3:&lt;br /&gt;We went to the bus terminal to try our luck there. It was really deserted cuz it was after peak hours already. So it was a very good place to prank some people. And just as we thought, we zeroed-in on this auntie. She was about 6 steps from us when I suddenly shouted "Hey!" while waving. The auntie jumped, clearly surprised, then smiled back, thinking it was her we were talking to. But then I waved again, this time purposely looking behind her. She looked back but there wasn't anyone behind her. So she looked back and us and then Nora started guffaw-ing. The auntie realized that we were probably messing around with her and started walking off, pissed and confused. Nora was laughing so hard she spilled her bubble tea on her skirt and peed a bit in her underwear. She said she saw me from the corner of her eyes and the way I did it was really stupid. LOL. We made a quick detour to the toilet where she dried herself off while I deposited all the products that had been rumbling inside me into the toilet bowl(read:crap). After that started walking back to Lot 1 again. But then we decided to play another game. This time, we started asking people "Eh, you Tricia's father/mother ah?". Haha! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Case #4:&lt;br /&gt;On our way to Lot 1, we came upon another Chinese auntie carrying one of those shopping trolleys around. So we stopped her and asked her if she was Tricia's mother. She stopped and looked at us. Then she suddenly asked, "Where is the nearest toilet here?" in Malay. We laughed and she laughed along with us, then pointed to the direction of the toilet that we had just been from. Kudos to that auntie. What a good sport.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Didn't see anyon suitable for that same prank so we decided on pranking little kids. And where in Lot 1 can you find a lot of kids? At the Children's section of the Library. Duh! So we went back to the library to scout for more potential victims.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Case #5:&lt;br /&gt;This little boy was using the search engine at the Children's section when Nora stood behind him and started saying "Hey there, little boy.". The poor toddler got scared and ran off. But wait! His father was actually not far from us! Luckily, he didn't see us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Case #5:&lt;br /&gt;A cute little eurasian boy was choosing a book amongst the shelves when I suddenly spotted him. I sat beside him and started saying "Hi!!" very loudly. In his face. His lip started trembling and he looked like he was about to cry and ran off to his momma. I ran off, too. Don't wanna get into trouble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After walking around the Children's section and disturbing every kid we saw, we walked around the mall another time before calling it a day. So, see. I enjoyed myself. Again. Without thinking about ____. That's it then, my back's aching. Ciao!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6615689487502822269-3470508954723540984?l=thisisme-honestly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisisme-honestly.blogspot.com/feeds/3470508954723540984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6615689487502822269&amp;postID=3470508954723540984' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6615689487502822269/posts/default/3470508954723540984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6615689487502822269/posts/default/3470508954723540984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisisme-honestly.blogspot.com/2009/05/so-here-i-am-again.html' title=''/><author><name>eldiario</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13359649722689197666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6615689487502822269.post-1958667723205627030</id><published>2009-05-20T02:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T04:30:42.300-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>History Trip Pictures:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't see myself among all the lights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jdGxGu3yg80/ShPnzGsmzsI/AAAAAAAAABA/Xz9CjmB-a-0/s1600-h/DSCF2042.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jdGxGu3yg80/ShPnzGsmzsI/AAAAAAAAABA/Xz9CjmB-a-0/s320/DSCF2042.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337864848521219778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm bestfriends with Yamashita and Percival!! XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jdGxGu3yg80/ShPluXaVHPI/AAAAAAAAAAw/7JtX_UDE1es/s1600-h/DSCF2038.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jdGxGu3yg80/ShPluXaVHPI/AAAAAAAAAAw/7JtX_UDE1es/s400/DSCF2038.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337862568085363954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who knows? She might be my ancestor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jdGxGu3yg80/ShPluA6_w7I/AAAAAAAAAAo/0k6s_31AHCU/s1600-h/DSCF2032.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jdGxGu3yg80/ShPluA6_w7I/AAAAAAAAAAo/0k6s_31AHCU/s400/DSCF2032.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337862562048361394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kiss me or else we're HISTORY! Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jdGxGu3yg80/ShPltjEs62I/AAAAAAAAAAg/uPF1HMFH1o4/s1600-h/DSCF2031.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jdGxGu3yg80/ShPltjEs62I/AAAAAAAAAAg/uPF1HMFH1o4/s400/DSCF2031.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337862554036005730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My and Jermaine's role model : Elizabeth Choii (yeah right)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jdGxGu3yg80/ShPltom6DeI/AAAAAAAAAAY/FEW_xEKim_c/s1600-h/DSCF2024.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jdGxGu3yg80/ShPltom6DeI/AAAAAAAAAAY/FEW_xEKim_c/s400/DSCF2024.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337862555521650146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey people! I'm baaaaaaack! And better than ever. Exams ended, like, last week so yeah. Feel really relieved. I actually studied for the first time! haha! But then, I've heard that I've failed my Math and didn't do as well for my Science this time round. I was, like what the hell! I failed?? I studied! If I did fail, then that's it. I'll never study. Ever. Again. I mean, really. I'm so pissed off and disappointed. Ugh! Anyway, I will not let this kind of thing spoil my mood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had to go to the Hall after school today for a short briefing on the June Holidays Leadership Course. Which, I am not gonna attend. So I went up to the teacher and told her that I'd be away from the 3rd to the 19th of June. I thought that I could go back after informing her but she asked me to go back to my sit first. Ugh! I was rushing, for her info! Syaz and Nora planned to go to Lot 1. So I was really pissed off. To make things worst, she was, like, "So far, I had two of you coming up to me to tell me that you can't make it as overseas. But you need to tell me the exact date so that we might arrange another date for you." and then annonced my name and Yong Li's and asked us the specific dates of out trips. In front of the whole crowd. One thing I really dislike is attracting a crowd's attention in the wrong way. So I heard some voives saying "Eh, Kim, going back to the Philippines eh?" and then some were saying "Aiyoh. Later kana quarantined. Swine flu.". Whatever. Gosh. I flushed like a bloody tomato. Seriously, why didn't she just ask me when I went up to her? Does she need everyone to know that, hey, that girl is going overseas. And then I had to answer her, like, real loud. And I felt stupid saying 3 to 19 June. I've never felt so stupid in my life. And HE was there, for God's sake. Not that I care. I am soo OVER him. Think I'll take another long-term break from guys again. It was better when I wasn't crushing on someone. I mean, when I crush on someone, it's like there's another side of me that's not usually showing. I'm more blur, daydreaming all the time. And I don't want to be blur. I feel like such a ditzy bimbo. I want to be my normal self. The "Kim" that everybody knows. The girl that is funny and cheerful and friendly and talkative and alert. Not that I'm not any of this when I'm crushing one someone. It's just that, I tend to be a less better me when I like someone. Anyway, after these past few days(or weeks. Whatever), I realized that hey, I don't really need guys in my life. And yes, I know that it sounds cliche and and you've heard it before and all. But seriously, I really did feel that way. I enjoy the time I spend with my family and friends. I enjoy their company. I mean, I feel happy and free when I go out with Nora or Syaz or Joce or Fitri. Honestly. I enjoyed going sopping with Nora and Syaz on Monday. I enjoyed going to Woodlands with Fitri to buy those friggin' coloured contacts(which were much more expensive than the ones Yue Lin bought for me the last time. Yue Lin's : $18. Fitri's : $20. Kim's lost : $2. Haha! But nevermind. At least, I bonded with Fitri. Long time since last went out with her.). I enjoyed eating at New York New York with my family to celebrate my brother's birthday last Friday(and by the way, did you know that the New York New York branch in Lot 1 is Halal but the others aren't? Weird. Anyway, I just ate their beef lasagna. Just in case of the swine flu.). And I never really enjoy being with my family. Until recently. Now that I've entered Secondary School life, I find it hard to trust anyone. I don't know whotrust or believe sometimes. But when I get home, and see my Mom, I dunnoe. Everything-all traces of insecurity-just vanishes. Cuz I know that my Mom will always be there for me. Indirectly, she's kinda like one of my bestfriends now. I mean, I don't really confide in her. Who tells their mother that they're crushing on some guy in school? I mean, there are some of us who do tell our mothers. But I don't really feel comfortable sharing my latest object of attention with my mother. What do you expect me to say? "Hey Mom. I simply ah-dore _____. He is sooo CUTE. And I want him sooo bad. Please buy him for me just like how you get me everything I want."? That won't really work out. I don't know what my mom's reaction will be. But she gets me and sometimes, I don't have to say anything and she'll know what's bothering me. But that doesn't mean that I don't trust others. I do trust my friends. Nora, Syazwani, Afiqah, Aisyah, the Clique(Gloria, Fitri, Hidayah, Dina, Shafirah) etc. It's just that there're some things that I'd rather keep to myself than share with others. I may seem real loud and an extrovert. But seriously? There's a little side of introvert in me and a frail sensitive, insecure little girl inside of me wanting to be comforted and assured. I may be smiling all the time, but sometimes, those smiles are just painted on and have no actual meaning to them. I may say that I'm okay, but sometimes, those "okays" mean "Please don't leave me. Stay here with me and comfort me cuz I'm seriously unsure of myself.". I want someone to listen to me and offer me their shoulders while I cry and pour my heart out. Someone to rub my back and say that everything's fine. Unfortunately, I don't really find that reassurance from anyone. And it pains me, really. It hurts to know that no one seems to want to be my bestfriend. It's the suckiest thing ever. Seriously. God. I sound so pathetic. But whatever. It's not like my life's a secret anyway. My life's been an open book for a long time. An open book with the words on its pages faded. So that no one can read me properly, and instead, just turn to the cover of the book to judge me by it. Anyway, this is getting too heavy. Let's move on to something more lighter. Back to the subject of guys and crushes. As I've said, I realized that I don't really need them in my life. I'm happy just as I am. In fact, I've never felt so happy. I always feel light and refreshed and free. I guess that this latest ex-obsession of mine had made me grow into a much matured Kimberly. I'm not closing any doors, but I'm not opening any so widely either. If a guy manages to slip by the narrow way to get into my heart, then I'll accept him and open my doors wider for him to enter with much ease. If not, then that's it. Maybe it's not my time to love yet. I still have a lot in front of me. Whatever happens, I'll just leave it all to fate. I'm sure that it has something fantabulous in store for me. It's just that it's not the right time yet. But I know that I'll definitely love and be loved one day. By the imperfectly perfect guy. At the perfect time. In the most perfect circumstances.. Ciao!! xoxo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6615689487502822269-1958667723205627030?l=thisisme-honestly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisisme-honestly.blogspot.com/feeds/1958667723205627030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6615689487502822269&amp;postID=1958667723205627030' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6615689487502822269/posts/default/1958667723205627030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6615689487502822269/posts/default/1958667723205627030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisisme-honestly.blogspot.com/2009/05/history-trip-pictures-cant-see-myself.html' title=''/><author><name>eldiario</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13359649722689197666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jdGxGu3yg80/ShPnzGsmzsI/AAAAAAAAABA/Xz9CjmB-a-0/s72-c/DSCF2042.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6615689487502822269.post-7677329850425378698</id><published>2009-04-20T06:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T07:35:40.200-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Finally went back to school again. Yay! As usual, didn't know what Matthew was talking about during English lesson so didn't bother to listen. Anyway, it was just that "Walking with Giants" corrections so just copied where necessary. Wore my FBT shorts for PE. Actually, last night, I decided to just wear my school PE shorts then just bring my FBT shorts just in case Lee Kok Kok gives us a nag-a-thon. But then, this morning, I accidentally tore my PE shorts. I was, like, rubbing my eyes with a cotton ball to take off the fucking waterproof eyeliner when the cotton ball dropped. Obviously, I bent down to take it and that's when I heard a slow, ripping sound. I was wondering what the hell just ripped but I was rushing so I didn't take notice of it until my mother asked me if I needed her to alter my shorts. I was, like, "What the hell? Alter for what? My shorts are perfectly fine.". Then she started laughing with my brother and I started getting annoyed. What was their problem, anyway? It's 6:30 in the morning and nothing gets a person more pissed off than being made fun of early in the morning or when she just woke up. And, to add to my annoyance, I couldn't find my name tag and my Class Com badge anywhere. Oh, and my eyes were raw too, from all the scrubbing( where the hell is that freakin' make-up remover?!). So I stormed off to check myself in the mirror and that was when I realized that my shorts was split into two behind. Ugh! I ripped it off altogether and put on the FBT shorts. Well, on the brighter side, at least I didn't need to lie to Mr Lee. He didn't look like he cared, anyway. I mean, Yue Lin and Zi Ru didn't need to give excuses and he didn't even bat an eyelid. So that means that I won't be wearing that horrendous PE shorts anymore. Which is a great relief. Home Ec was surprisingly short. I think it's because I kept laughing with Zi Ru and all.  And as they say, time flies when you're having fun. Syazwan and I wanted to skip Mrs Chan's lesson so we told Mrs Chan that we "needed" to go back to class to get our Design Briefs and textbooks. But then we left our stuff in the kitchen so no choice but to return. I did return. Wan went inside the boys' toilet to hang out with Baey &amp; co. Turned out they found a mobile phone. Mrs Chan asked me to find Wan when I got back. I willingly agreed to waste more time. He wasn't in class or at staircase G so I decided to check out the boy's toilet. I wasn't planning to go inside but then I didn't hear anyone inside so I thought, "What the heck! What's the worse that can happen?". So I was about to step inside when OH MY GOD guess who walked out. I stopped in my tracks and stared at HIM. HE stared back for a while before walking away. HE was already going inside his class when I got my tongue back. Dammit! Should've at least asked HIM to help me check if Syazwan was inside! And I know that I've already swore to forget HIM, but hey! It takes time, kay. So I got embarrassed and decided that I would just wait outside til some guy walks out and ask him to help me. Unfortunately, Jaslani was the next person to walk out. Ugh! He is such a pain sometimes. I think he wasn't expecting me there cuz he jumped and said some swear words. I screamed quite loudly, actually VERY loudly(I am soo embarrassing sometimes. Okay, ALL the time.). I wasn't expecting anyone to be inside, kay. I asked him if Wan was inside but he said no. So I wandered around to waste a few precious minutes before reporting back to the kitchen. I think she suddenly suspected that I was just wasting time so she asked Emerson to search. Did the Home Ec diet-related quiz. Shit! We were talking about popcorn, me, Zi Ru, Song Hong and Wan. But they were all the way from acroos the room so we were talking quite loudly. The guys were correcting Zi Ru cuz she kept saying porkcorn, pockcorn instead of popcorn. So I decided to join them but I, being the sleazy one, said "cockcorn" instead of popcorn. Mr Kong was passing by at the time I was saying that. OMG! So embarrassing and so scary! No wonder everyone suddenly fell silent and my stupid "cockcorn" joke seemed to echo throughout the room. I shut my trap and did the test. Everyone laughed when Mr Kong walked away. Gosh! Thank goody he didn't give me detention or anything. He's caught me doing and saying embarrassing stuff a lot of times already. Cikgu Latifah followed the Sec Ones for camp so she wasn't there for mother tongue. yay! haha! Spent the entire two periods gossipping with Shaf, Afiqah and Ramdan(yes! The bulu is actually a gossip!). And our subject for the day is *drumroll* Khairul! As in, Shaf's fugly stalker. Ew! He creeps me out, mna. I mean, the way he looks at people. It's as if he wants to rape you or something. I never fail to talk about Shaf's "fugly stalker" extra loudly whenever he's around. Plus, I snub him whenever our eyes meet. Just so he knows that he is not welcome in our circle. Hmph! Not to be mean, but seriously, uploading people's pictures in your PSP secretly? Yuck! The guys were gossipping as well. And surprisingly, I turned out to be one of their subjects. They were talking in hushed tones but then I heard my name so I looked at them and Afiq, one of the he-gossips,  asked me if I was wearing eyeliner and I said no so he turned to Nash and said "She say she not wearing but she wearing lah.". What?! It's bad enough when girls gossip, but guys? And once again, for the record, I am NOT wearing make-up to school. Well, yeah, I do wear powder. But not eyeliner! Crispan, Nash, Afiq, Syafii. Who else?! So my efforts in rubbing my eyes were futile. And to think that I rubbed till my eyes turned red and raw. Bullshit. Had Mr Ranganathan for PC. Ugh! So boring. He gave us this balloons and asked us to play this pathetic game that noone seemed to want to play. Why is our class so not enthu? It's pathetic. Then he got angry (whoa! Yoga Master knew how to get angry?! Shocker!) and took back all his balloons. Gave us work to do instead. About sex and stuff. Why don't they just give us condoms like they did in 17 Again? That would be better!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm getting sleepy now people. So Ciao!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6615689487502822269-7677329850425378698?l=thisisme-honestly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisisme-honestly.blogspot.com/feeds/7677329850425378698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6615689487502822269&amp;postID=7677329850425378698' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6615689487502822269/posts/default/7677329850425378698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6615689487502822269/posts/default/7677329850425378698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisisme-honestly.blogspot.com/2009/04/finally-went-back-to-school-again.html' title=''/><author><name>eldiario</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13359649722689197666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6615689487502822269.post-6067225774810486183</id><published>2009-04-19T06:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T07:29:36.904-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Here I am again. About to sleep. Runny nose is almost over. Thank God! I don't wanna keep sniffing and sneezing in public. Especially sneezing. Like, you know some people sneeze so..so..delicately. It's like, "achoo." and that's it. Yes, it's not even an "achoo!".It's an "achoo.".Like Mathhew. He sneezed in class a few days ago and that was how he sneezed. I don't know how people do that, but I'm definitely not one of those people. I'm more to the "HACHOO!!" "HACHOO!!" "HACHOO!!" type. Yepp. Three times (sometimes four) in a row and really, really, noisy. I like letting it all out. It gives me this satisfaction. Mom scolds me all the time when I sneeze. She orders me to act more lady-like. But I never listen. It's not like I can control how my body works.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, woke up at 11:00 to have a quick brunch before having a short shower and heading out to church at 12:30. We were late for, like, 10 or 15 minutes. But hey! Twasn't my fault. I just did foundation at home and did the rest of my face in the taxi. Which, I must tell you, is really inconvenient. I mean, I smudged my eyeliner three times when it made a turn, poked my eye with the f*cking mascara wand when the vehicle suddenly jerked to a stop and smeared my cheek with the lippy. So, a little tip to everyone out there. Try not to apply your make-up in a moving vehicle. Anyway, after mass, met Nora and Syazwan at Lot 1 to watch Zac Efron's 17 Again (God!!! Zac is soo cute!). The movie only starts at 3:20 but they wanted to meet at 2:30 so we didn't know what to do with the 50 minutes we had (puh-leaze! Is there anything you can do in Lot 1 that's remotely interesting? You tell me.). In the end, we sat around inside that arcade place beside the theatre halls and gossiped. Twenty minutes before the movie starts, we decided to buy the popcorn and all. But then, they haven't opened the hall so we stood around outside, eating. By the time we got to our seats, only three-third of my popcorn was left. The movie was okay, I guess. Some funny moments here and there. Moderate amount of kissing scenes. Some disgusting scenes (so totally cougar. Like, umm.. Madonna and her latest ex-boy-toy. Ew.). If anyone's watching, please do tell me. I want to watch it again. The story's quite cute. OKay, fine. I wanna watch it again cuz I want to see Zac Efron again. But the storyline's not that bad either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went home after the movie. Had to rush over to Aunt Mary's house. ACtually, we were supposed to watch the movie with Amsyar yesterday. But Nora wasn't free so we went today. However, Amsyar wasn't the free one today. But I really wanted to watch the movie ASAP. It's either today or never. So today it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally going to school tomorrow. Zi Ru, Yue Lin and I are wearing FBT shorts for PE. Netball girls must stay together at all times. One for all, all for one! Although, we probably need to think of some excuse to tell Lee Kok Kok. It is said that he bans FBT shorts. Crap. But it is also known that he is quite gullible (tried and tested by yours truly :D).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got to go now! By the way, I don't know what's wrong with my MSN. I think it's been infected by some virus. I mean, messages like "I saw you at this party last night! Check it out at : http://www.(insert-nonsencical-words-here).com" or "wanna check out hot and horny lesbians doin IT? go to : http://www.(whatever-crap).com" keep getting sent from my offline contacts. It's annoying me!! Hope it ends soon. Or else, I might be forced to create another MSN account. Which, as many of us will know, is bloody troublesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao! xoxo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6615689487502822269-6067225774810486183?l=thisisme-honestly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisisme-honestly.blogspot.com/feeds/6067225774810486183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6615689487502822269&amp;postID=6067225774810486183' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6615689487502822269/posts/default/6067225774810486183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6615689487502822269/posts/default/6067225774810486183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisisme-honestly.blogspot.com/2009/04/here-i-am-again.html' title=''/><author><name>eldiario</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13359649722689197666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6615689487502822269.post-4249007060505417325</id><published>2009-04-17T03:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T03:59:15.189-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Didn't go to school again. Ugh! This sucks! I'm seriously missing school. Especially my friends. Even the teachers, for God's sake! I hate being cooped up at home. I mean, on the plus side, I can sleep in til noon. But that's it. And I'll probably gain some weight. Cuz all I did all day was pig out. On bland stuff. Like fruit juices or fruit kebabs. No junkfood, according to the doctor. But puh-leeeeaze. It's just a friggin' flu. Runny nose. That's all. So I don't understand why I can't eat any chocolate or chips. Mom hid everything. Don't know where she kept the junkie. However, I'm not that stupid. I bribed Ella to bring me some choc and chips when she visited this afternoon. Actually, it was more like blackmail. But hey, desperate times call for desperate measures. Just finished eating a whole box of Famous Amos cookies and a huge bag of Ruffles. Cheddar Cheese. Mmmm. And a few bars of choc. Boost, Twirl, Time Out, Kit Kat and a whole bag of Hershey Kisses. God. I feel good right now. Like I'm in heaven or something. And heavy. Dammit. What can I do to shed this fat? I'm sure that I'm missing out a lot in school. Wonder how everyone is. Wonder what is the latest happening. I spent the whole day in front of the computer that it's giving me a head-ache. Oh, and by the way, I just top upped my phone with a month's supply of credit so please feel free to text me. In fact, I'm begging you to text me. I'm getting so bored. Also, what's up with me nowadays? It's, like, I get annoyed easily at the slightest thing. Is it puberty or what? One second, I'm laughing and smiling and feeling so happy. Next thing you knowm I'm mad and then another second later, I'm crying and feeling miserable and all. It's really suckish, these mood swings. I hope I can go back to school on Monday. Nothing to report, really. The only time I can report about something is when I go to school cuz all the excitement happens there. Otherwise, without school and friends, my life would be Yawnville.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao! xoxo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6615689487502822269-4249007060505417325?l=thisisme-honestly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisisme-honestly.blogspot.com/feeds/4249007060505417325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6615689487502822269&amp;postID=4249007060505417325' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6615689487502822269/posts/default/4249007060505417325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6615689487502822269/posts/default/4249007060505417325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisisme-honestly.blogspot.com/2009/04/didnt-go-to-school-again.html' title=''/><author><name>eldiario</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13359649722689197666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6615689487502822269.post-4283649745811649399</id><published>2009-04-16T01:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T03:03:18.014-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Didn't go to school today. I woke up with a dry throat and a really runny nose. Sigh.. Mom brought me to the doctor around 12. I miss school sooo much!! Can't wait to go to school tomorrow. I do have an MC for two days and excused from PE for a week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Regent sec yesterday for a friendly. Sad thing, though, is that no transportation was provided. God! Pathetic, much? Budget sial. So took the 307 bus there. And it was damn stuffy! Everyone was, like, squeezing. Thank Goodness Dina managed to snag seats for us. They were good, alright. I think we lost, by a bit? Wore my blue shirt and FBT short. Fit said I looked hot. "Thanks, babe!" (dah kembang, nampak. hehe! But hey, it's not everyday that people say that to me. haha!) Took pictures with the clique then the whole team during the C-division's game. Went home at around 5.55 pm. Shafirah, Fit, Glo and I went back to school cuz I needed the toilet urgently. Dina and Hidayah went back. The school was really quiet. Probably because the netball girls weren't there. haha! XD But honestly, the netball girls are indeed noisy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was kinda like a break for us. I didn't really feel like I learned anything. I mean, Mrs Ching brought us to the com lab to do "explore" that Graphmatica and GPS programme. Zi Ru and I were tempted to play the games on Fu Rong's file but then, we were sitting in front so it wasn't really safe from Mrs Ching's sharp eyes. Watched this video during OEL. 'This week's topic was "Resilience". There was this Coach who kept screaming at his captain not to give up and to keep on going. The Captain of the said Football team was crawling across the hundred-yards field with another guy lying on him. So you can probably imagine teh torture. Pity, pity. The Coach sounded like some kind of psycho so everyone was, like, laughing. There was some moral from it, though not many had seemed to notice.&lt;br /&gt;Ma'am wasn't in school again. Coach relieved our class. I fell asleep for a while before Baey slapped me. Cb..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, after much thinking, I've decided to stop my bullshit once and for all. It's not as if I can have HIM. Plus, it's way too complicated. I don't wanna get in too deep. So might as well stop now while the feelings are just starting. It doesn't hurt as much as it would if I were to wait longer. Plus, it would be easier than when I totally fall for him. So, this will be the last day that I'll actually fantasize about HIM. After today, no more guys. Buh-bye boys! I've had enough! The DEADLINE's nearing and still, NOTHING. I'm only delaying everything. Maybe it's because I just can't bring myself to face the fact that nothing's ever gonna happen in my life that will actually make me happy. Life is such a bitch. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all, I think. Ciao, people! Ciao! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Fit, who says I can't fuck 5 people at the same time? Try me. XD hehe!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6615689487502822269-4283649745811649399?l=thisisme-honestly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisisme-honestly.blogspot.com/feeds/4283649745811649399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6615689487502822269&amp;postID=4283649745811649399' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6615689487502822269/posts/default/4283649745811649399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6615689487502822269/posts/default/4283649745811649399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisisme-honestly.blogspot.com/2009/04/didnt-go-to-school-today.html' title=''/><author><name>eldiario</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13359649722689197666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6615689487502822269.post-3747656523223830799</id><published>2009-04-14T04:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T05:35:11.681-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Morning started off suckish. I just got down from my house when I saw the bloody bus passing. I ran to catch it but no such luck. In the end, had to wait for a while before 187 came. I was thinking of waiting for the next 985 to come. But it usually takes ages to come so I decided to take 187 if I didn't want to be late. In the end, I still ended up on the 985 bus. Ugh! Should've waited!! Anyway, Syazzie came today. Yay! Missed you lah, babe! Took the "long cut" with the "gang" again after flag-raising. I mean, hello?! Three periods of Matthew!! Three periods of looking at his face! No offence. Ms Shan's class was really short. Just one period. By the way, I love her! She's, like, really cool! And she's funny too. In a sarcastic way. Science was a DRAG.. Did the data logging thingy again. I thought we've already moved on to sexual reproduction?! What is happening?! Played a stare-down match with Crispan since he was across the aisle from me. First time, I won. Second time, I lost. My eyes started itching. I don't know why. Probably because of the lab's air. It's definitely polluted with chemicals. Nora, who was sitting in front of me started coming up with secret handshakes and codenames for us. She was "Lovey". I was "Dovey". You know? As in "Lovey Dovey"? Amsyar was "MeLove" cuz I kept calling him "Amsyar! My love!". haha! Syazwan was "WanLove". And by the way, speaking of which. He actually wrote "Nino" as his name on Ms Shan's history test. Giler kaper? haha! Wan, Kevin and Baey lepak at the staircase G after Science cuz they wanted to waste a few minutes before going for Mrs Ching's lesson. Mr Low's lesson wasn't so bad cuz it was in an air-conned room. Although it was still boring. Tsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After school, went to Queensway with Fit and Aiman. Didn't really know the way cuz it was our first time going there. Bought an FBT short there before going to Mac to eat. Seriously, I'm sick of Ronald Macdonald. I want a change. Like, maybe, The old man(KFC) or The pirate(LJS). ANything. It's, like, the nearest fast food restaurant to school. Ugh! Apart from the ones in Lot 1, that is. Hurriedly went back to school cuz Fit was hoping to meet Ash before she went home. No such luck, though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, do you really, really want to know what happened today that made me depressed and extremely humiliated?! I was selected for the UNSW thingy. But it was, like, 3 to 4. And if we left school at 4, we're gonna go home late. So I told Pretty Woman that I could not attend it as I had to go to Lavender to complete some documents. It was a not total lie, okay. But it was enough. I feel bad, though. But still, I needed to buy an FBT short for tomorrow! So I was, like, hanging out with Fit and Aiman at the canteen cuz HE was there(I know. Totally gatal. But nuh-uh! Didn't even do anything worth calling "gatal".) Fit was hanging out with Ashraf who was hanging out with him and their other friend. They both suggested that we should get going while the trio were buying food. But I was, like, "No way, Jose!" (haha! 2/5's most FAVE phrase) and I think I got what I deserved. Cuz when they returned to their table, which was just next to where we were standing, friggin' Ash started smiling at me slyly behind HIS back while pointing to HIM. And then I looked at Bukhairi and he was also smiling. Great. So he knew as well. But then Ash suddenly said, "Eh ***.." and I thought he was gonna tell so I walked out. Sat with Izyan near the pond while calling Fitri and asking her to please go to where I was sitting. The bitch was actually laughing when she arrived with Aiman! How dare they! Ugh! I looked like a crazed woman, sittiing there with my hair disheveled and my legs spread apart. Turned out Ash didn't tell HIM. Dammit! He was just tryna scare me! I digged my own stinky graveyard! And when I walked out, Sulaiman suspected that something fishy was going on! So he asked them if I liked HIM. So the truth started spilling out from Ash and Bukahiri. Oh my God! Not good! Soo totally not good! I felt like crying!! I hate it when a guy knows I'm crushing on him. Like, I'll never be able to walk around in school like I used to. AAAAAAAARGH! I hate them!! Where am I gonna put my face tomorrow?! I'll probably hide under a plastic bag. I'm dreading it! NOOOOOOO! This cannot be happening. Fuck Sulaiman. Fuck Ash and Bukhairi. Fuck Fit. Fuck Aiman. Fuck them alll!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao!! &gt;(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6615689487502822269-3747656523223830799?l=thisisme-honestly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisisme-honestly.blogspot.com/feeds/3747656523223830799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6615689487502822269&amp;postID=3747656523223830799' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6615689487502822269/posts/default/3747656523223830799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6615689487502822269/posts/default/3747656523223830799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisisme-honestly.blogspot.com/2009/04/morning-started-off-suckish.html' title=''/><author><name>eldiario</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13359649722689197666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6615689487502822269.post-3552830996956755289</id><published>2009-04-13T02:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T03:48:36.996-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Currently alone at home. Mom and Bro went to family friend's house. Actually, it wouldn't be too bad if i went along with them cuz her sons are exceptionally HOT (especially, the one that's like, a year older than me.). Unfortunately, not too interested in them cuz I only have eyes for him. Sigh.. And by the way, to all those part poopers out there who are, like, encouraging me to forget him, well, sorry to say. But I just can't do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Syazwani wasn't in school today. Wonder what she's up to. ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Matthew's English period was, whoa! Didn't even know what was going on. Though I was kinda quiet today cuz my phone got confiscated by Ms Maz during morning assembly. Fuck. I was, like, trying to fish it out of my pocket to remove the bloody headphones when I accidentally plugged them out. Great, just great. "T-shirt" by Shontelle suddenly blasted from it. So pai seyy. But then, thank goodness it was not some cheesy old song. Plus, everyone was already going back to class. Cuz if it actually happened while King Kong was giving out the announcements, oh God. I would be dead meat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ran for 2.4 during PE. Technically, Nora did arrive first. But in reality, I should've been first. :( But never mind. S'ok. At least I know that I did my best. And it was so totally worth it to actually run all the way. Cuz our paths crossed! Literally. I don't mean the "romantic" way. haha! But still, sigh.. God! Gushing about him makes me feel guilty! Cuz it's not as easy as it seems. There are a lot of complications and I'm doubting if I can actually like him for a long time. Tsk. But damn. He is just soo CUTE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Didn't eat anything at all today. Mr Leong asked to meet the class commitee members during recess.He gave us only, like, 15 minutes. And I needed to change! Hello! But anyway, it was just a bloody rehearsal for the Investiture that was going to happen during assembly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Due to the rehearsal mentioned above, the Class Com members arrived late for Home Ec. Mrs Chan already wen through the evaluation report with them. Not that I really care. It was written on the white board for God's sake! Also, she gave us some time to update our Design Briefs. I've already "finished" mine. Kinda. So I just sat around, singing, vandalising the table, doodling, helping "the world's sexiest chef" (Kevin la. hha! He is so clueless. Mrs Chan asked me to help him with the stove. It was actually turned on already. Hayy, hayy, hayy..) with his cooking (actually, I wasn't supposed to help him. It was a practical test, for crying out loud! But then, I didn't help him either. I just walked around, looking at what he was cooking until Mrs Chan asks me to return to my place and quote here fave line : "Why do you have to make my life miserable?". Aiyoh. I don't know why, but she's saying it all the time. Is she actually leading a miserable life? I doubt it. She looks liek she's living "the" life. Then we did some activities on the workbook 'bout health-related diseases. And I was, like, asking bout constipation cuz I'm suffering from it ( really. It's been days since I last produced choco) . As it turned out, constipation was one of then answers. Some were asking her how it felt to suffer from it and she said,"Aiyah. Just ask Kimberly, lah. I thought she said she's suffering from constipation, mah.". Huh! Everyone laughed, okay. Embarrass people, only. Haha! Anyway, I'm a good sport and I don't mind laughing at myself. So I just laughed along although I did turn quite red.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had the investiture during assembly after Ms Sim's "short" speech. It was not as scary as expected. Perhaps it was because I got used to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got my phone back from Ms Maz after that. I sought her, okay! I soo CANNOT live without my mobile! It's, like, my lifeline!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went home after that. With Joce. Was supposed to go to Lot 1 cuz Amsyar said he's gonna treat us cuz it's his birthday (Happy Birthday, bestie!). Unfortunately, he has a lot of malay homework to do. So we postponed it to Thursday. Cuz CCA's on on Wednesday and I'm going to Queenstown with Fit and Aiman tomorrow to buy the friggin' FBT short for this Friday's match with Regent (go netballers!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I hope that you work things out, soon, babe. Talk to him personally lah. Communicating via technology is totally the latest thing, I know. But it won't help. Cuz you need to see the other person in order to judge if he's really sincere or what. Plus, if you think that there's nothing in this relationship that's worth saving, then maybe it's just best if you finish it now, right? Not that I'm trying to interfere here. I'm just expressing my opinions cuz I don't want you to get hurt. Yes, you will probably get hurt if that happens (which, I hope, won't. Touchwood!) . But it's better to get hurt now than later on. Also, what if he actually initiates the break-up (God! Touchwood AGAIN!) ? Wouldn't that hurt your ego more? The school will know that he dumped you and not you dumped him. That'd be terrible, I'm sure. In any case, it's still up to you! It's your life! And all we can do for you is give you advice! Just remember to make the right one! And, you can be sure that we'll be here! Always! That's what friends are for, right? (Ugh! This sounds so cliche. But it's true, kay!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah. And about your fucking spammer. That "Minah" (name also very suckish. Choose more sophisticated code names lah! Like, maybe, glam&amp;fab goddess? Isn't that just so fantabulous?). I can't believe that she actually dares to do that. As I've mentioned somewhere, this girl seriously has issues. Want me to reserve a first-rate room for world-class psychos at the Mental Institute for you? You soo need it, girl. Oh, we should probably admit you to the Schools for Retards first before we actually send you there cuz you seriously need to learn what "Minding your OWN business" is before you go anywhere. Also, you don't have to worry bout your make-over. Cuz I've already sent an entry of your particulars to the "Extreme Make-over" crew and got feedback that they would be seeking you soon. But after you see your psychiatrist. Too bad, huh. You're just not good enough for your laki. Methinks it's the reason why he left you for another girl. Or maybe you were actually forcing him to have sex with you and he got too pressurized and sick of your bloody face that he just left and made up some story. Aww.. I pity you, y'know. Really. I do. It must be very pathetic to be you. Lonely.. No friends.. No social life! Let alone a life. Why don't you just get a life first? And after that, we can talk about setting you up with another guy. I'm willing to help you, y'know. There are plenty of single guys that might be interested. But I must warn you that they're kinda of the "working class". I see them everyday. They're currently building the elevators in my house. Want me to get their numbers for you? Got one named Muthu. Another one Thambi. You want or not? Muahahaha! Sorry ah, babe! But I doubt that any one of my actually normal guy friends would want a slut like you. Too bad. So if you know what's good for you, just back off! Cuz you don't kno what we're capable of doing. If we ever find out who you are, we are sooo totally gonna make your life a living hell! Torture you until you commit suicide and go to hell. Literally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooops! I've been a very bad girl. But I don't give a fcuk! Cuz she started it first! So we're gonna end it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao, people! Ciao!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6615689487502822269-3552830996956755289?l=thisisme-honestly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisisme-honestly.blogspot.com/feeds/3552830996956755289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6615689487502822269&amp;postID=3552830996956755289' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6615689487502822269/posts/default/3552830996956755289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6615689487502822269/posts/default/3552830996956755289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisisme-honestly.blogspot.com/2009/04/currently-alone-at-home.html' title=''/><author><name>eldiario</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13359649722689197666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6615689487502822269.post-1825629610567999333</id><published>2009-03-31T07:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T07:54:08.330-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oh God!Had 3 periods of English today.So you can probably imagine how everyone was liek when it ended.Stretch here,stretch there.Yawn here,yawn there.Not in our case,though.Zi Ru,BAey and I were talking throughout the whole lesson.No,actually,just halfway throughout the lesson only.Had a mini History test after it.Just anwer 1 source-based question,so whew!Cuz I didn't study.Science also 3 periods.Nabei..Thank goodness it's Practical all the way.I scalded my finger from the fucking hot wax.Science Class Test postponed to next week!Yay!Only had 1 period of Math so Mrs Ching brought us to the library to do that Congruent activity.Quickly did it,then played K-Raider.Haha!I know.So P4.But hello!It's better than nothing.Music lesson was also a total bore.Nora went off earlier for her SYF so no one to talk to.Quarreled with Firdani so not talking to him.Stupid Amsyar was crying "I Love Kimberly!" all the way to the Computer Lab just because he's jealous that Syazwan kept saying "I Love Nabillah".What a fuckface.After school,went out of campus to buy sunflower seeds.Yes.Sunflower seeds.And I don't mean the ready-to-eat one.It's the actual seeds.So walked around Teck Whye with Nabillah and Syazwani.Thank God the first florist we asked had them so saved a lot of time.Went to the sweet talk shop to buy Iced Mocha when guess who I saw.Yes!Him!Walking with freakin' Ashraf.Started sweating like a bloody pig.I was so afraid that Ashraf would tease me cuz Fitri told him.Apparently,he can keep secrets ery well so I was really relieved when they were finally out of sight.After that Nabillah decided that she wanted to buy bubble tea as well.But from the other shop!Please lah!What's the difference?!Anyway,when we reached the shop,He was there again!He was buying something.So started hyper ventilating again.Ashraf was bought chocolate waffle,I think.After that,went to Macdonald's to eat before going back to school.Saw juniors there.I warned them that I'd tell Coach if they ate anything cuz it's not part of our "healthy" diet.Phyllis and the other girl bought food but poor Shaffia actually listened!Haha!I felt guilty so I said I was just kidding.I love those three girls amon all my juniors.No attitude probs.Went back to school but Science Remedial only starts at 3 and I still had a few minutes so joined Fit and Timothy and 2 other people from their class.Fit showed me something that nearly made me pee in my pants and throw up my lunch at the same time.Haha!Puke!Joined 2/6 in AVA room for Science. Oh yeah!2/6 students are like 2/4 students.Notorious.But still,people don't really hate us.Arjun was scolded by Ms Tan.Mwahaha!While waiting for the bus home with Syaz and Joceleen,I discovered something from Chitra and Syaz's Girl Guides seniors.But I'm not gonnan share.Ssssh.Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're probably wondering who's the Him I was referring to above.Well,I'm no telling.Cuz it's..just not right.I shouldn't like him.But I don't know why I do.I want to stop this before it gets to serious again.But..I don't know.It's starting to control me.I hate it when this happens.I don't like my emotions to control my life.But they just do.Cuz I let them.Is this just another stupid crush that's like the previous ones or is it soemthing more serious?I don't know.Let's just see,alright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was chatting with Fit just now.Actually,I was kinda avoiding her yesterday.But then I talked to her last night and everything's fine now,I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr Timothy Wan(aka David Archuleta look-alike) is no more.I don't know where he's gone to.All I know is that I never see him in school anymore.Coach said he's gone.For good.Aww..shucks.Didn't even say good-bye!HAha!Oh well.Never mind.I LOVE ADAM LAMBERT now.But I still do miss him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all for now.Gotta go.Ciao!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10:54 pm&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6615689487502822269-1825629610567999333?l=thisisme-honestly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisisme-honestly.blogspot.com/feeds/1825629610567999333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6615689487502822269&amp;postID=1825629610567999333' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6615689487502822269/posts/default/1825629610567999333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6615689487502822269/posts/default/1825629610567999333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisisme-honestly.blogspot.com/2009/03/oh-godhad-3-periods-of-english-today.html' title=''/><author><name>eldiario</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13359649722689197666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6615689487502822269.post-3161830805436133309</id><published>2009-03-12T23:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-13T00:29:51.608-07:00</updated><title type='text'>March Holidays!!</title><content type='html'>Yay,yay,yee,yay,yay!!!Holidays lah people! Currently in school.Computer lab to be exact.No CCA today.Staff day or something,I think.Anyway,I'm probably gonna lie to Mom again.Tell her that I have CCA although I don't.But it's alright.I'm getting used to it.After all,who was the number one liar &amp; excuse-maker in Primary School?!Me!!Plus,I've been gossip-queen.Like,duh!I can't concentrate cuz there are some pests named Shafirah,Syazwani and Fitri sitting beside me,watching me do my work.Wha's their problem,anyway?Can see later,right?Wait lah.I know it's been a long time since my last update(wait.I'm always saying this and I'm getting tired of it).Got back my progress slip today.4 A1s.Unfortunately,English was not one of them.Let me pause here to emote for a while...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wait...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wait lah!...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok.Done.Someone's pestering me.Cuz it's time to go home.Wait,can?I don't want to do this at home.Cuz 1)Nooo privacy.Mom's,like,up my ass all the time,looking at what I'm doing.Umm..hello?!I'm 14 going 15!I need my space!Tsk.And 2)She probably won't allow me to use the computer.It's not as if I'm gonna search for porno stuff or something,so I don't know why she doesn't trust me.Do you know that I have to ask people to talk to me in Malay over msn when she's near?That's cuz she's poking her nose over my shoulder and reading every word.Oh,and God!Her eyes are BLUR!She actually misreads some words!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lot of things have happened since school started in January.I got in trouble twice.I want to share it with y'all.But I don't think that's a good idea.Anyway,all I'm gonna say is that one case involved me nearly receiving an offence form for truancy from "Pretty Woman"(Ms Tan) and another involved someone's father(Oooooh!It was SCARY!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're currently not in good terms with our netball coach so CCA's something to dread.Chalet has been cancelled due to training.Nigga..Great,just great!All our plans down the drain.I don't wanna talk about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Made Edmund cry a few days ago.Yippee!I don't know.It's just that something about him really irks me.We can never be friends,that I know.Sitting near Baey,Amsyar and Zi Ru is fun!Hahaha!There's never a dull moment.Well,actually there is.But I just can't remember anything clearly cuz the happy times overpower the bad ones more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sports Heats,okay.Relay,sucked.(I am SOO not joining relay again)I feel like I have let the group down.Injured my ankle again during a bend for the 10x200 relay.Nabei.The SJAB place was really cool.I felt like a queen,though my leg was killing me.Went home with a gold medal.Yay!'twas for shot putt and I broke the record,so I was really proud of myself.But my limelight didn't last long cuz someone spoilt it for me.What a bitch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got to go now.Syazzie's waiting!Oh yeah,Amsyar!Remind me to bring your shirt when school reopens!(don't worry!I washed it already.It has a flowery smell.Very fragrant!)Also,I need to share this with you!Oh my God!Our Literature relief teacher looks like DAVID ARCHULETA!!!!!!!Damn it!Seriously!But fyi,I don't like him.I just like admiring his face.But my interest is cooling off..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cuz I LOVE Adam something.Not sure of his surname.But in any case,he's that emo contestant in American Idol.Crap!I'm obsessed with him!I am so supporting him til the end!Go Adam!I LOVE you!Mwah,mwah,mwah!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K lor.That's all.Oh,wait.Another thing!I am so upset over my English result!I know I said this before,but I'm really having a hard time accepting the fact that I got a B!Never in my whole life had I gotten a B in English!A fucking B!Plus,I've always been a suck-up and thje teacher's pet when it comes to English.But I don't think Mr Matthew likes me.Chee-beyy.Why,oh why!He gave me a B!I'm gonna ignore him.I will.Or maybe not.I'll suck-up til the very end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K.That's all.Someone's getting impatient.Ciao!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6615689487502822269-3161830805436133309?l=thisisme-honestly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisisme-honestly.blogspot.com/feeds/3161830805436133309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6615689487502822269&amp;postID=3161830805436133309' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6615689487502822269/posts/default/3161830805436133309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6615689487502822269/posts/default/3161830805436133309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisisme-honestly.blogspot.com/2009/03/march-holidays.html' title='March Holidays!!'/><author><name>eldiario</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13359649722689197666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6615689487502822269.post-7104115227712915124</id><published>2008-12-01T07:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T05:55:20.067-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Some things to write down today.First,you know those shoes made out of rubber with holes on them?I think they're called "Crocs"?Yeah.Anyway,sorry to those who like them.No offence.But why do people even think of wearing them?I mean,please.They look stupid on your feet!Like you're poor or something and can't afford a pair of un-oversized footwear.God!And not only that!They're dangerous,too!I mean,haven't you seen the news?People everywhere wearing those..things get their foot stuck in the escalator.And then end up getting their toes amputated.Ew!You know what has suddenly made me voice out my thoughts?Well,I went to Orchard yesterday with the family.We were in Lucky Plaza actually,to send money to my grandparents in the Philippines.So after sending the money,we decided to head to Takashimaya.Thankfully,we used the stairs.We were,like,walking down when there was suddenly screaming and shouting from the other side of the mall.There was this "What the-" moment before everyone suddenly started making their way to the escalator,where the commotion started.Mom asked Dad to check out the scene but Dad said all he saw was a shoe.Yes!A fucking little shoe.And guess what the shoe was.Yepp.You've guessed right.It's a Croc!For Christ's sake!How many more accidents before people start realising that they're dangerous?People passing by were saying(in tagalog,that is.Cuz Lucky Plaza is a fave hangout for Filipinos) "The child's mother is so stupid.What was she thinking?Letting her child stand on the escalator like that?".Guards and guys in ties were running around with their walkie-talkies(seriously.Haven't these guys heard of something called a "mobile phone"?I mean,puh-leeeeaze!).Well,that's all for the first thing.Second thing is..what?Damn!I forgot.Oh yes.Remember my previous,previous post?I mean the entry before my last entry.If you don't remember,then just freakin' scroll down,ok?!As I was saying,I mntioned that I pranked a guy nammed Ashraf from my school,right?Well,I think he got mad when I admitted that my friends and I were just pulling one on him.And I felt really bad.Really.Guilty,too.Oh!And add a pinch of annoyance.I mean,I've apologised a number of times but he appears to be having a good time giving us the guilt-trip.God!so anyway,I was chatting with Fit online last night and she said that she was so mad at Ashraf cuz he was so rude to hear and blah,blah,blah.She asked me to add him.But I didn't want to cuz  I thought he wasn't going to accept it anyway.But I add him anyway.And I was,like,listening to Fitri's moans and whining(Girl!Relax!Why get so worked up?Are there some hidden feelings there?Ehe!Just kidding!) when another window suddenly popped up.And it was him.Saying "Halo".So there.Blah,blah,blah,blah again.We're ok now,I think.I don't know.I don't really understand him.But I'm possitive that everything's coolPhew.Finally.Ashraf's reign of guilt-trip is finally over.There.I actually had only 2 things to say but I made it seem like a lot.Haha!Well,got to go now.Take care always,people.Especially now that Christmas is coming!LOL.&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Hasta la Vista&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;!I'm dreaing of a white Christmas!Just like the ones I used to know...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6615689487502822269-7104115227712915124?l=thisisme-honestly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisisme-honestly.blogspot.com/feeds/7104115227712915124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6615689487502822269&amp;postID=7104115227712915124' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6615689487502822269/posts/default/7104115227712915124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6615689487502822269/posts/default/7104115227712915124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisisme-honestly.blogspot.com/2008/12/some-things-to-write-down-today.html' title=''/><author><name>eldiario</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13359649722689197666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6615689487502822269.post-3597866302810293701</id><published>2008-11-27T06:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-27T07:00:16.109-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Dammit.Didn't go for training today.Again.Mywhole body's aching like crap.And I've lost my voice.It's,like,damn hoarse now that I prefer not to talk at all than to talk and sound like a freakin' horse.Neigh!!Shit.So,anyway,not much to post.Only that I'vev started training with my seniors.Not as bad as I thought it would be.Phew.Even played a match against the C-division.I played against them.Sigh..I miss being a C-Division.I was so scared when Coach asked me to take GS.Dang!What if I disappointed them.But then I managed to shoot a ball.Which was,like,a total relief cuz I was playing under Coach's and Jia Xian's watchful eyes.But both Coach and Jia Xian congratulated me and said that I played good so another long,heavy sigh.&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Cheyy.Next stop,&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Kembangan.Hahaha!I'm so bored here at home.Oh,Congrats to the B-Division for winning.And the C-Division,we can do it again!Don't give up!Anyway,has anyone noticed how easily I crush?I mean,seriously,I see a cute guy then suddenly,Boom,it's Love City for me.I don't know why.Shit.But not to worry,I've made an oath to harden my heart and not fall for guys so easily the next time.Promise.I'm on the verge of giving up guys.I wish someone will come along real soon and make me change my mind.Oh.I want a bestfriend,too!It's not fair.Why don't I have a bestfriend?I want someone who I can cry my heart out to.Someone who will listen to me anytime.Who will give me their shoulders to cry on.Someone who I can trust all my deepest,darkest secrets to.Someone who will comfort me.Someone who will give me their hand when I need it.Who will help me.Who will listen to me.Someone who accepts me for me.For who and what I am.I want someone who I can be with without having to act like an entire different person.I always feel that way.That I have to be what others want me to be so that I can fit in with them.But I've been thinking and I don't want that anymore!!I don't wanna live in a lie.There's so much more to me than what meets the eye.Nobody knows the real me.I never opened up myself to anyone since arriving here in Singapore.I've always kept to myself and put on this mask that hid what was really underneath it.That hid the real me.Nobody understands me except for my bestfriend in the Philippines but she's,like,a hundred miles from me!God.I'm tearing up.Well,&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Hasta la Vista!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6615689487502822269-3597866302810293701?l=thisisme-honestly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisisme-honestly.blogspot.com/feeds/3597866302810293701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6615689487502822269&amp;postID=3597866302810293701' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6615689487502822269/posts/default/3597866302810293701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6615689487502822269/posts/default/3597866302810293701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisisme-honestly.blogspot.com/2008/11/dammit.html' title=''/><author><name>eldiario</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13359649722689197666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6615689487502822269.post-6375491773633188075</id><published>2008-11-21T18:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T20:33:58.368-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oh my God!!I've been a bad blogger.I just realized that I've been neglecting my bloggy for friendster.Sorry,kay?Haha!Not to mention that Christmas is coming so I'm kinda busy with shopping for prezzies,Christmas decos and stuff.Oh,and cleaning the house,too.And putting up the Christmas tree.And decorating it.And netball.Need I say more?Anyway,this entry is for you,Aiman and Jenn Yeong(Ah Gong!!I miss you &lt;em&gt;lei!!&lt;/em&gt;See you soon!!) !!I know that you're dying to hear another scandalous story from me.Just kidding!Umm..let's see.Where should I start?Oh yeah.Let me start it off by telling you what happened when I decided to watch High School Musical 3 with Syaz,Shaf and Aisyah.It happened,like,a few weeks ago but I've only got time to tell it to you now.So we took the 2 pm slot one Thursday afternoon.The four of us decided to meet at Lot 1 first before proceeding to Jurong Point,where we were going to watch the movie.But being me,the most unorganized(or was it disorganized?Fuck!I don't know!) and most un-punctual person,I woke up at 12 pm exactly 30 minutes before I need to meet the girls.So I called Shaf and told her to go ahead without me and that I was going to catch up with them.After a real quick shower and 30 minutes in front of the mirror(yeah.I take that long.Even though the make-up that I put on is only powder,blush-on,mascara and gloss.),I rushed out of the house and quickly made my way to Jurong East.Yes!Jurong East!I alighted at &lt;em&gt;Jurong East&lt;/em&gt;!!I called Shaf before I went down and she said they'll wait for me at KFC.So I waited at KFC for,like,10 minutes?I got tired and decided to call them.But just my luck,my cellphone got PUK-ed so I had to find a freakin' public phone.Yuck!I hate using public phones and only use them when there's no choice.I was so mad.I finally found a phone and managed to call them.They taught me the directions again.And so finally,after calling them the 3rd time,I think? I asked them if Jurong Point was in Jurong East and Shaf was,like,"&lt;em&gt;Siala!&lt;/em&gt;Jurong Point is at Boon Lay.Not at Jurong East!" or something like that.I felt like I was going to throw up on the spot but I swallowed hard.I quickly went to Boon Lay,afraid that there would be no more seats next to them available.Thank goodness Aisyah bought one for me already.I found them waiting for me,outside the MRT station.Boy,was I relieved.I nearly cried cuz I thought I got lost and the pay phone from where I called them was filled with Indian construction workers.I finally know the true meaning of one's cellphone being one's life line.The importance of my cell.Seriously.I realize that I can't live without my mobile.I laughed at myself like crap when I realized how stupid I was.I had a great time in the end.But hell!Was it cold inside the cinema.I momentarily forgot that watching movies in Singapore was like going to the North Pole.Cinemas in the Philippines are,like,damn warm or hot sometimes when it is packed.Oh,don't forget the people who watch the movie standing up.Yes!In the Philippines,you can actually buy tickets to watch the movie standing up!Cuz sometimes,the hall gets too packed,so if you really want to watch the movie,and there are no more seats available,you just purchase a ticket to watch the movie standing up.Oh,there are no seat numbers there either.So you just have to find a seat in the dark.It's suckish like that.The good thing about watching movies there is that you can stay and watch the movie for as long as you like.Like there was this one time when I watched this movie with my cousins.We enetered the hall when it was already halfway done.So I was kinda disappointed cuz I felt like I just wasted my money.So when the movie ended,I stood up prepared to go and my cousins just sat there,looking at me like I was stupid."Umm..hello?The show has ended.Shouldn't we be going?"I said.They laughed and told me that no,we should stay and watch the first part of the movie.I was shocked."So,you mean,we can watch it over and over again?Even if we stay until tomorrow?"They looked at each other,then at me and then they nodded and cracked up laughing all over again.The movie ended again and we went out of the hall and my cousins asked this guy at the hall entrance to chop our hands and he did.I asked them what it was for and they said that the chop gave us power to go in again anytime,even the next week as long as the chop was still visible.Weird..Anyway,back to the present.I didn't bring my sweater so I nearly frozed my ass off.Fortunately,Troy Bolton was there,looking all cute and hot enough to thaw me.LOL.Actually,not that hot.But enough &lt;em&gt;lah&lt;/em&gt;.What else is there to say?Oh yeah,I met this guy,Fitri's older brother two weeks ago and we've been texting eversince.He's nice but I'm definitely NOT going to fall for him cuz that would complicate things.So we're just friends.I just wished he'd stop flirting with me. :( Haha!!Just kidding!Fit,if you're reading this,then sorry,kay.Don't tell your brother anything.I love the guy.But not in that way.He's the big brother that I've always wanted.And besides,I don't want the whole Alfian fiasco to happen all over again.History has a way of repeating itself,right?No offence,Sha!I don't hate your brother.Oh,and Fit!How dare you tell Coach and the others that you don't want me to be your sis-in-law!That's not going to happen &lt;em&gt;lah&lt;/em&gt;.Relax.But still,you shouldn't have told them.Anyway,the guy's name is Asyraf.Is it a coincidence that I pranked a guy from my school named Ashraf a few weeks ago and I accidentally fell in love with another Ashraf(Nora's bestfriend's younger brother,but he's my age,okay.And I'm over him,Nora.You don't need to lecture me anymore.)Does this means that I'm stuck with Ashrafs/Asyrafs for the rest of my life?Well,that's all.Oh yeah.Before I go,you know the Christmas song "I saw Mommy Kissing Santa Claus?".The one Michael Jackson sang when he was a child.I'm so very greatly disturbed by it.I mean,little Michael,how stupid can you be?Don't you realize that the Santa Claus you saw your Mommy kissing is your Daddy?God!How obvious can it be.It's not like your Mom's having an affair with Santa Claus.Even the 5-year-old me realized that the Santa Claus I know is actually my Dad everytime he puts money in my and my brother's Christmas stockings and put prezzies under the Christmas tree every Christmas.Tsk.Ok.Ciao!Oh,wait a sec!One more thing.Today's my Mom's birthday.So,Happy 43d Birthday Mom!Please rebond your hair cuz it's starting to frizz and get wavy.Oh,get a tri-colour,too!'Til next time,&lt;em&gt;Hasta la Vista&lt;/em&gt;!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11:54 am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reply-s&lt;br /&gt;Aiman:&lt;em&gt;Dah&lt;/em&gt; update eh.&lt;br /&gt;Jenn Yeong:Ah Gong!Ya &lt;em&gt;hor&lt;/em&gt;.Really long time no see &lt;em&gt;lei&lt;/em&gt;.See you soon,kay.Miss And Luv ya!!Mwah!(as a friend &lt;em&gt;lah,brader.)&lt;/em&gt; :D&lt;br /&gt;Shafirah:Whoops!Sorry Safirah.Eh,I mean,Shafirah.Ehe!Typo &lt;em&gt;lah&lt;/em&gt;,sis.&lt;br /&gt;Kristal &amp;amp; Ivy:Linked!&lt;br /&gt;Natasha:Relinked!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6615689487502822269-6375491773633188075?l=thisisme-honestly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisisme-honestly.blogspot.com/feeds/6375491773633188075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6615689487502822269&amp;postID=6375491773633188075' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6615689487502822269/posts/default/6375491773633188075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6615689487502822269/posts/default/6375491773633188075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisisme-honestly.blogspot.com/2008/11/oh-my-godive-been-bad-blogger.html' title=''/><author><name>eldiario</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13359649722689197666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6615689487502822269.post-8375546125789846211</id><published>2008-10-13T04:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T04:16:43.184-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ah,yes!!Finally.Exams are OVER!!Get me?O-V-E-R.OVER!Whew!I really hate exam period.I mean,everyone's,like,so tensed that so few people bother to have fun.Anyway,didn't study,so I'm kinda dreading my results.But I do know some of my results already.Umm..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Geography:59/70 = 84% -&gt; A1   (Yahoo!)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;History       :50/60 = 83% -&gt; A1   (Yay!!)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Maths          :62/100 = 62% -&gt; B4  (Suck &lt;em&gt;sial&lt;/em&gt;!!)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't received the others.I'll post them when I get them.Don't worry.Did nothing today but check scripts and laugh a lot.With Syaz and Nabillah.Laughed like hell 'til my sides ached.Didn't know that Syazwani was capable of being funny.No offence:)Nowadays,I don't really feel like writing.Don't know why.Maybe it's because I've been to busy with my friendster account.I got back in touch with my former classmates and friends there.So there you have it.No wild things happening so far.Really hoped something fun will happen in my life.The "free strip-dance" incident seems more appealing now.At least it's scandalous enough to be fun.Even though I didn't particularly enjoyed it.Whatevs.So why isn't anyone posting in our class' blog anyway?Please &lt;em&gt;lah&lt;/em&gt; people.Pity our blog!!Look at it.It looks so pathetic and sad.Aww..I've got no time to update it as well.Oh,and by the way,my life's starting to set in into normal mode again.Not much action.Got to go.I wanna sleep.'Til next time,&lt;em&gt;Hasta la Vista&lt;/em&gt;!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7:15 p.m.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6615689487502822269-8375546125789846211?l=thisisme-honestly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisisme-honestly.blogspot.com/feeds/8375546125789846211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6615689487502822269&amp;postID=8375546125789846211' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6615689487502822269/posts/default/8375546125789846211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6615689487502822269/posts/default/8375546125789846211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisisme-honestly.blogspot.com/2008/10/ahyesfinally.html' title=''/><author><name>eldiario</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13359649722689197666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6615689487502822269.post-8262290421997695355</id><published>2008-09-25T02:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-25T02:52:18.338-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Long,long,long time since my last post.Everything in my life is now in a whirl.Not in school.But my life outside school.A lot has been happening and I'm afraid that it's going way too fast.School's still the same.Boring.Actually,the only reason I wake up for school is for my friends.Nora in particular.And Syaz.And Nabillah.And for the money,too.I mean,duh.My budget is,like,really low now.I'm close to bankrupt.So anyway,details on my new exciting and complicated life out of school will be made known on my next post.I don't really feel like posting a lot now cuz I'm feeling lazy.Finals are starting next week!Tomorrow,actually.I'm sitting for the Malay paper tomorrow.Wish me luck!!Though I doubt that I will get straight As cuz I haven't even started revising.Haha!Who cares?We only live once so we should leave it to the fullest!Today went by really fast.Before I knew it,class was over.Geography remedial was a breeze,too.Actually,life is kinda improving.Though I can't say that I particularly enjoyed the Science practical.I mean,how did they expect us to measure a fucking wire that was so thin?God!Enjoying Malay class too cuz Cikgu Khusairi doesn't really make us do anything.Just read a few pages of the text,do a few activities on da workbook,and &lt;em&gt;voila&lt;/em&gt;!!Disgusting time!I mean discussing time.And discussing time means he discussing with himself or he discussing things with the boys at the back of the class.He likes making jokes but sometimes,his jokes go too far and are on the verge of being dirty jokes.I mean,have you ever seen a teacher joking about breasts with his students?How shameless.And add to the point that he's an old male teacher.Amybe around his 50-s.So imagine the girls' discomfort when he starts talking about "things".I never fail to squirm in my seat when he does that.Ew!I think it was on Tuesday or Wednesday when he accidentally-on-purpose said the word "&lt;em&gt;tetek&lt;/em&gt;" instead of "&lt;em&gt;titik&lt;/em&gt;"."&lt;em&gt;Tetek&lt;/em&gt;" means breast for those of you who don't know,k.Maybe if he was a female teacher,I could still accept it.But he's a male teacher for God's sake!Are we forgetting "respect for the opposite sex's feelings" here?Oh yeah.And when he looks at you,it's like,he wants to do "something" not good to you.There was this once when I accidentally made eye-contact with him and he had that look and I had to look away really quickly before I hyper-ventilated.I caught him a lot of times looking at the other girls with that same look.Puh-lease!Does he want me to fork out his eyes?Enough of him!Though I can't avoid him cuz I have Malay with him tomorrow.Shit!Oh yes,good news!Apparently,I'm having Mdm Siti for the Malay Oral.Whew!Thank goodness it's her.Being my geography teacher,I know that she's a really gentle and kind teacher.Goody!Currently chatting with Nora.I really enjoy talking to this girl,man.She understands me as a person.Though,we disagree sometimes,but who doesn't?That's what makes friendships stronger,right?Hope our class' chalet is on.And the class shirt,too.K then.Got to got.Not to study but to slack.'Til next time,&lt;em&gt;Hasta la Vista&lt;/em&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5:51 pm&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6615689487502822269-8262290421997695355?l=thisisme-honestly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisisme-honestly.blogspot.com/feeds/8262290421997695355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6615689487502822269&amp;postID=8262290421997695355' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6615689487502822269/posts/default/8262290421997695355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6615689487502822269/posts/default/8262290421997695355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisisme-honestly.blogspot.com/2008/09/longlonglong-time-since-my-last-post.html' title=''/><author><name>eldiario</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13359649722689197666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6615689487502822269.post-2551813845548846430</id><published>2008-08-22T06:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T07:20:38.271-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A few more hours and I'll be on my flight.Nora's flying off later at 3 a.m&lt;em&gt;.Bon Voyage&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;,&lt;/em&gt;babe!Have a smooth trip..Although I don't think you'll really enjoy it cuz the whole flight is not smooth.But people have their own preferences,right?Maybe the trip won't be so bad for you.But it was DEFINITELY bad for me.So anyway,this morning,Ms Ong asked me to stay back in the parade square after the flag-ceremony.I,like,freaked out cuz I was wondering what wrong I did.I watched the whole class go by,looking at me curiously.Ms Ong called Mr Leong and told him that I was the girl that needed to go bcak to the Philippines early cuz my grandma was sick.So he brought me to the principal to ask for her permission.Oh God.I was hyperventilating  by the time we reached Ms Sim.Thought she was not going to allow me cuz I still have one more English Paper next week.But she just smiled when Mr Leong told her about my problem and said things like,"Oh Dear," and "Oh my".You know,the usual things you say when you're worried and concerned 'bout something.Then she just asked me if I had any more test and I said No cuz Mrs Liaw said I could take the test when school re-opens after the 1-week September Holidays.Then she finally gave me the permission so I thanked her and felt kinda bad at that moment for sometimes calling her the names that a lot of people use.I won't do it again cuz she's quite a nice lady.I know,I know.I can hear ya'll making puking gestures and thinking,"What a suck-up".Well,whatever you think,I seriously don't give a damn.From now on,I'm going to stand on my own two feet and not get influenced by the crowd.Sigh..I'll miss the Cross-country race and the Teacher's Day celebration at both CCKSS and Dazhong.Pathetic,man.I mean,my first Teacher's Day celebrating it at CCKSS and My first Teacher's Day going back to Dazhong is non-existent.Netball was okay today.Not much training.At least not the usually tough and rough Coach gives us.Just went for the usual 2.4 km run from school to CCK park and then 7 sets of the circuit training,a bit of tag-ball and a game first between the juniors against the seniors then the juniors versus the juniors(plus a few stray seniors).Happy Birthday to Enid by the way.Oh,and to the Cliques,Gloria,Fitri,Hidayah,Shafirah and Dina,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I Love you,guys!You guys rock my world and I'm so glad that we're friends..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hidayah,Shafirah and Gloria lent me a bit of cash to help me pay the Fine.Kinda long story so details next time,k.Just that it involved smoking and all.'Til next time,&lt;em&gt;Hasta la Vista!&lt;/em&gt;Next time I'll post will be probably a couple of days later when I'm in the Phils cuz I'll be busy tomorrow.Need to go shopping.Oh,and Gloria,don't mind your friends.Wait for them to cool down and maybe they'll start talking to you in a few days.Just be patient.Bear with it for a while.And remember that if it doesn't work out,we'll always be here for you.me and the cliques.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10:18 p.m.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6615689487502822269-2551813845548846430?l=thisisme-honestly.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6615689487502822269.post-4232665184058923252</id><published>2008-08-15T06:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T06:23:22.141-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This post was supposed to be posted a few days ago,on my birthday.15 August lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Happy birthday to me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I am wild and friendly&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I love my friends and my family&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And I'm also funny&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's my 14th birthday.Whoo-hoo!So happy.14 years ago,my mother went through a hard time bearing me.Thanks Mom!Oh,and Dad,too.Without him,I won't be happening.Hehe!You get what I mean,right?So anyway,went to school extra early today.Ended up in the same bus as Syaz again.I always end up in the same bus as her nowadays but I only notice her when the Teck Whye andn BPGH students alight.That's when the bus usually emptys.So I reached school and people started greeting me.Thanks guys!You know who you are.Actually the first person to greet me is Shashi.She greeted me the night before.But Yue Lin is the first to greet me in the morning.Followed by Syafiqah then Lia then Dad and finally Zi Ru.Yue Lin and Co. were teh first people to give me a birthday gift.Aww..Thanks guys.Rest of the day went by.Had a new malay teacher.&lt;em&gt;Cikgu &lt;/em&gt;Khusairi.We actually greeted him as &lt;em&gt;Cikgu &lt;/em&gt;Latif cuz that's his name according to &lt;em&gt;Cikgu &lt;/em&gt;Latifah so imagine our surprise when he wrote his name down.For a second,there was this "What the-?" moment.Then someone started laughing so the whole class followed suit and started laughing too.So anyway the 'Cliques' surprised me after school during lunch.Dina covered my eyes adn Hidayah held my hand while guiding me towards the void deck.It was kinda scary cuz I can fall anytime.But I trusted cuz they're my friends and we're walking across the parade square anyway,ensuring me that I won't fall down cuz it's flat.Finally,after what seemed like centuries,they stopped at the exact moment I stepped on the &lt;em&gt;longkang&lt;/em&gt;,cuing me that we've reached the void deck.Then,just like that,after a few murmurs, Dina uncovered my eyes while someone placed a soft toy and a card on my hand.I even heard Fitri saying "The wallet,the wallet!" or something.When my eyes finally adjusted,I saw that it was a cute little Winnie the Pooh.Plus a black card and a yellow coin purse with "Forever Friends" printed on it.They sang "Happy Birthday" and even Susillah(sorry,Senior.Not really sure how to spell your name) joined in.They asked me to read the card after the song ended and I actually laughed at first cuz it was really cheeky and funny.But I got all emotional and started crying.God!So embarrassing.But who could blame me?It was the most touching thing that someone has ever done for me.I never felt so happy and it was one birthday that I'll always remember.In fact,their gifts were so precious to me that I'm planning to laminate the card tehy gave me when I found the time.I love you guys!And I hope that we'll always be friends!I'm very happy that I met y'all!We went to Bukit Merah Sec for a friendly match.The seniors won(Congrats!) but unfortuantely the C-division lost(It's okay guys!We'll try again this coming Thursday against Yishun Sec!).But it's okay.At least now,we have the experience.And by the way,it made us bond together more,I think?Well,that's all.Back to the present which is the 19th.I'm having an early holiday.Yay!I'm taking the whole week off next week cuz I'm going back to the Philippines on the 24th.For personal reasons.I need to settle an urgent family matter concerning my grandma.So I won't be able to go on Teacher's Day.Boo-hoo!I won't see my ex-classmates.Sorry guys!Don't worry.We'll meet up one day,'kay?I'm very sorry,Shash.I didn't get to meet you that day cuz I wasn't on time again.Hope you understand me.So I'll be away from the 24th til the 9th,I think?Sigh..Went to neWater today.Went there before so nothing really new.Nevertheless,still had a good time cuz I was with my friends.Nora studied for Maths while I tried doing the worksheet they gave up,which I gave up on eventually.Ate all the way,too although it wasn't allowed.We felt like we were in a picnic.Then on the way home,we finished the food so I decided to nap.And the expected happens.What usually happens in every outing or field trip?People sleep and other mischievous people take pictures or videos,right.Well,Syazwan is no different.God!I can't believe him.You better watch out,brother.Mwahahaha!I'd probably stop here cuz I'm still finishing up my report on the Design Brief for Home Econs.&lt;em&gt;Hasta la Vista!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9:14 p.m.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reply-s:&lt;br /&gt;Vivian:Sorry,&lt;em&gt;hor&lt;/em&gt;.No pics.You want the one where I was topless?Haha.Like I'm ever gonna show that to anyone.Maybe next time.Be patient..&lt;br /&gt;Shu Wen:You're welcome!&lt;br /&gt;Shu Mei &amp;amp; Jia Hui:Linked!&lt;br /&gt;Tricia:Whatevs.Stop trying to put yourself down.I'm not pretty.I don't think so.&lt;br /&gt;Christopher:Thanks for tagging!Yeah,I know the exams are coming.But chillax,&lt;em&gt;lah&lt;/em&gt;.You'll pass.=)&lt;br /&gt;Aiman:&lt;em&gt;Dah relink.&lt;/em&gt;Umm..who are you referring to when you said,"&lt;em&gt;budak gila tuu siapa?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Natasha:Hey,babe.No sweat bout that.I should be the one who's sorry for making you wait.Sorry,'kay.Hope you're not mad.Friends?&lt;br /&gt;Syafiqah &amp;amp; Lia:Thanks for the greeting guys!&lt;br /&gt;Lia:Thanks for making me appear in your previous post!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6615689487502822269-4232665184058923252?l=thisisme-honestly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisisme-honestly.blogspot.com/feeds/4232665184058923252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6615689487502822269&amp;postID=4232665184058923252' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6615689487502822269/posts/default/4232665184058923252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6615689487502822269/posts/default/4232665184058923252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisisme-honestly.blogspot.com/2008/08/this-post-was-supposed-to-be-posted-few.html' title=''/><author><name>eldiario</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13359649722689197666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6615689487502822269.post-8977082528481499341</id><published>2008-08-12T02:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-12T02:55:35.380-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Am going to keep this post short cuz I gotta go to the mall to start on my Home Econs Design Brief.Yes.I'm just starting.How pathetic is that?It only reflects on my laziness.But I am trying my best to change.Really.Just that maybe I need more effort?Whatevs.Mrs Tan didn't come just now so this Mr Leong took over us class and brought us to the library.We viewed a book about the Istana,which Syaz had found,and Nora kept saying that one day,when she becames the first ever female prez,she will live in the Istana too and invite all of us to sleep over.And she will provide scholarships for everyone.And people don't need to go to school.Whoa!How great is that?Forgot to bring my Maths text and Mrs Ching asked all those who didn't bring to write their names down on a piece of paper.Wonder what she's going to do about that.And if she decided to call our parents,then that is SOO unfair.I mean,hello?We didn't even use the freakin' book.Ugh!But who cares about that?My main problem is what to cook tomorrow morning for the Home Econs practical.Aaagh!I'm going nuts just thinking about it.How are we supposed to make a snack and a drink out of $4?God!Please help me.Someone went mental in class again today.You should know who it is..Goodness..I think an Anger Management Programme would do him good.I mean,even the slightest teeny thing will fire him off.Duh!Psycho much?And I don't know why people are so scared of him.He's not even scary.He's just plain CRAZY.And we shouldn't even be afraid of CRAZY people.Pah!I fought with him once and he kept shouting at me and I noticed that his hands were balled up in a fist and they were trembling.Ooooh..I am SOO SCARED.Not.Who would be.Yue Lin tried calming him down and asked me to just drop it and ignore him.I AM leaving him alone.It's him who keeps finding a way to pick a fight with me.Go to hell &lt;em&gt;lah&lt;/em&gt; fucker.There's my couzin.My Aunt's waiting in the car downstairs so I better go.She's like,really impatient and I might need to catch the bus if she leaves without us.Maybe I'll just take a cab?I really need to get there ASAP.Nah.Naver mind.Why waste $$$ when I can catch a free ride in a private SUV?(Why is it that Ella's family has a BMW SUV and we get stuck riding a bus?Oh well,they are Singapore citizens.But might as well discuss this with Dad.I want a car!)&lt;em&gt;Hasta la Vista!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5:53 p.m&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reply-s:&lt;br /&gt;Shu mei:Linked!&lt;br /&gt;Tricia:No I'm not.I'm not pretty,okay.I'm,like,so fugly so stop trying to make me feel better!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6615689487502822269-8977082528481499341?l=thisisme-honestly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisisme-honestly.blogspot.com/feeds/8977082528481499341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6615689487502822269&amp;postID=8977082528481499341' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6615689487502822269/posts/default/8977082528481499341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6615689487502822269/posts/default/8977082528481499341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisisme-honestly.blogspot.com/2008/08/am-going-to-keep-this-post-short-cuz-i.html' title=''/><author><name>eldiario</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13359649722689197666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6615689487502822269.post-4096776269339417884</id><published>2008-08-08T03:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-08T03:37:24.818-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Didn't come to school today.I actually woke up at the usual time.But at the last minute,I decided not to go to school cuz the damn t-shirt was,like,so ENORMO!I looked like wat?"An Indonesian Maid"?(As stated by Shafirah,who called me up early in the morn to ask me about netball stuff and to confirm whether someone else is in the same disastrous state as her,wearing an OVERSIZE red shirt.I don't even know why Firdani picked Large for me.Am I that HUGE?)I was planning to meet Shashi and some other ex-dazhong students but Shashi wasn't free so I decided against it.I'm really rushing cuz I've got to meet Ella at Vivo in a few hours for our weekly shopping(Hope Mom will give me more cash this time.Not that the one she's giving is not enough.It's just that I tend to overspend sometimes,just to see who goes home with more shopping bags.I don't want to keep spending my hard-earned saving(as if))So..&lt;em&gt;Hasta la Vista!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6:35 p.m&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reply-s:&lt;br /&gt;Shu Wen:yuo are so welcome.Anytime,anywhere.&lt;br /&gt;Tricia:how many times must I tell you?I'm not chio!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6615689487502822269-4096776269339417884?l=thisisme-honestly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6615689487502822269.post-7471220757914945230</id><published>2008-08-07T03:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-07T04:10:10.377-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The National Day Rehearsal ate up the whole Geo period,man.But I guess it's okay.Just that kinda hot and stuffy and the stupid banner was blocking our view of the entire thing.Thank goodness they're taking it down tomorrow.Oh yeah,and by the way,ugh!I'm hating the fact that training is still on tomorrow.Not full training &lt;em&gt;lah&lt;/em&gt; but we must run from the school gate to the gas station and back 2 times.Phew!No real tough training.Just jogging.Goody!How suckish is that?We will be running while others will be going back home to have a good time.Hope the others will agree to the Lot 1 plan.I don't wanna go home so early.I want to wreak havoc in the mall,specifically in the library.Had History and Science class test just now.What happened to the "Save trees.Say NO to common test." crap that I kept receiving via SMS or e-mail.I mean,hello,trees?Global Warming?Anyone?Hope I did well,anyway.Really afraid that I failed.I don't want to disappoint everyone.Anyway,the only thing in my mind now is:"To wear,or not to wear?"PE shirt I mean.School gave each and every one of us a Red T-shirt free to wear tomorrow for the ceremony.But I'm having 2nd thoughts on whether to bring my PE shirt to change into for training or to just wear my Singapore shirt.I'm like,really rushing right now 'cuz I wanna view my friendster before doing Home Econs Design Brief.(Can you hear me moaning?The Practical Exam is next week and yet I'm just starting.God!)Okay then.&lt;em&gt;Hasta la Vista!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7:09 p.m&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reply-s:&lt;br /&gt;Shu Wen:linked!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6615689487502822269-7471220757914945230?l=thisisme-honestly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisisme-honestly.blogspot.com/feeds/7471220757914945230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6615689487502822269&amp;postID=7471220757914945230' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6615689487502822269/posts/default/7471220757914945230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6615689487502822269/posts/default/7471220757914945230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisisme-honestly.blogspot.com/2008/08/national-day-rehearsal-ate-up-whole-geo.html' title=''/><author><name>eldiario</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13359649722689197666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6615689487502822269.post-4191066187992938483</id><published>2008-08-04T02:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-04T04:05:29.390-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Nothing interesting happened today.Just that my Mom finally started talking to me.Whew!Right after mass,when we went out of the church,she was still ignoring.But then maybe she felt bad and started talking to me while we were waiting in line at Swensen's.Decided to go for the usual ice-cream again.Didn't really have any appetite to eat a lot.Didn't even finish the damn thing.I mean,the glass is like so tall that it reminds me of a goblet.Pah!Whatevs.Oh,and did I mention before that Mrs Liaw cried in class?It was like English period &lt;em&gt;lah&lt;/em&gt;.It happened really suddenly that I didn't quite get what was happening.I was kinda absorbed with this new book I was reading(The title's &lt;em&gt;The Other Sister&lt;/em&gt; by Susan Thompson Underdahl.Real good.(Hope I get some kind of acknowledgement from her for mentioning her book.Hehe.Just kidding.Ma'am,if you're reading this,I just wanna tell you that your book's fantastic and I loved it,okay)).Mrs Liaw has been yelling for the last 50 minutes?So anyway,with one last scream,she limped towards the door(I hate seeing her limp.It's like I suddenly see my Grandma and I suddenly miss her),her back facing us.We didn't realize that she had been crying until she turned back to us and started packing her things.Her eyes were red and it was obvious that she cried.I HATE seeing old people cry.Especially people like Mrs Liaw who are really good people.(I know some of you reading this are probably making gestures of barfing and thinking that I'm a suck-up,but seriously,she's a really good teacher if we just try looking at her at a different angle).But still she continued on with the lesson.It was actually OEL(Oral English Lesson) or Civics and Moral Education &lt;em&gt;lah&lt;/em&gt;.We were talking about "Friendship" and she wrote 3 quotes on the board.She was actually trying to read it before she cried.So when she regained her composure,she asked me to read out the 3 quotes for her.Everyone was really quiet and all attention was on me,which naturally made me feel creepy.What?Did I say or do something wrong?Sigh..The air was really serious.Finally,the bell rang and before Mrs Liaw continued out the door,she turned to us and said,relating to one of the quotes she had written,"As it is stated on the board,'Everyone hears what you say.Friends listen to what you say.Best friends listen to what you don't say'.No one ever listens to what I have to say" or something like that.I don't really remember her exact words.But it was more or less like that.After that incident,a lot of people say that she had changed.Like,she issues offence forms even for a small thing.She said that we took advantage of her kindness and that if we didn't want her to be the nice teacher,she'll be cruel then.But actually,I don't really find any change in her.She's still the same Mrs Liaw.Nora didn't come to school today.I saw her last Saturday with her arm in a bandage.Hope she gets better soon.I'm missung the girl although I don't feel welcome in her presence sometimes.And by the way,I was already getting on with Alif but he ruined things again just now.He asked me to get the hell off his private life,called me a letchmi..again(If you're wondering what's letchmi..then don't ask me cuz I'm not certain.But I think it has got something to do with a person who's really dark,in terms of complexion&lt;em&gt; lah&lt;/em&gt;) and said that someday,I'll be darker than him.As if that's ever going to happen.For his info,I take very good care of my skin(though I don't know why my zits are having a sequel in my life.They were supposed to have been banished from my face since after the exams.Probably the late nights I've been keeping again.I think I'm suffering from Insomnia.I can't sleep at night.I spend hours turning and tossing in bed for a few hours and only fall asleep 5-6 hours before I have to get up.Sigh..)I lotion everyday,to prevent myself from getting burnt(like him) and I try to use sunblock before Netball training if I have the time.Hah!I know it's sort of nasty and mean,but if Nabillah's going to continue entertaining him(which I so don't like cuz it freaks me out.They don't look cute.They look annoying),then I'm going to have to take a break with her until she realizes that he is not a good guy for her cuz he's someone who's willing to step on others just for the sake of being on top and getting what he wants.For one thing,I am NOT voting for him for the CCKSS Idol.I repeat.I am NOT going to vote for him.NOT in the present,NOT in the future,NOT in this lifetime,NEVER!Dream on.Pigs might fly first before I ever do a foolish thing like that.And to think that I was actually considering voting for him for the sake of Nabillah.Huh!I hope he doesn't win.&lt;em&gt;Aku ketawer merabak kalau dia kalah.&lt;/em&gt;(Translation:I'll laugh like hell if he loses)Actually,come to think of it,I'll probably do a victory dance.And if I'm in a good mood,I'll probably strip.I don't know why Nabillah keeps entertaining him.He's not even worth entertaining.So pathetic.And it's obvious that Nabillah keeps vying for his attention.She loves his attention.She's always talking about him.And sometimes we're forced to join in her fantasy.I notice,you know.I just don't mention it for the sake of our friendship.But it's gone too far.Sorry if you're reading this Nabs=(Hope you don't get mad at me.Seriously,I very much preferred it when you liked Pau.At least even though he's slightly overweight,he doesn't seem like a bad person like you-know-who.That's all.I think I'm coming up with a migraine.My head's throbbing like crazy.&lt;em&gt;Hasta la Vista&lt;/em&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7 p.m.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reply-s:&lt;br /&gt;Aiman:You are SOOO bad.Not funny,k.You practically cut off my oxygen supply.Ok &lt;em&gt;lah&lt;/em&gt;.'twas kinda funny.Me screaming at Shaf to get her fucking hands off me while it was you all along.Haha!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6615689487502822269-4191066187992938483?l=thisisme-honestly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisisme-honestly.blogspot.com/feeds/4191066187992938483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6615689487502822269.post-2214707241687821174</id><published>2008-08-03T00:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-03T01:35:56.295-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Family Day Carnival</title><content type='html'>School had its annual Family Day Carnival yesterday.Reached school at 7:15,I think?Found Syaz and Joce at the Home Econs room.We were supposed to meet at the school gate at 7.00 but fell asleep at the bus stop and only realized that I missed the bus I was supposed to catch when this lady that's always in the same bus as me every morning woke me up to tell me that the bus had arrived.I looked at my phone and it was already 7.00.Great,just great!Thank goodness she woke me up.Jesse's mom,Mrs Chan,was baking choc-chip banana muffins when I arrived.I wanted to help but we were supposed to report to Mrs Teng and Ms Filzah at 7.30.I got picked as an ambassador,you see.So they briefed us on what to do.We were supposed to show P6-es around school.The people who knew how to tie ties stayed with Ms Filzah to help her.The rest were allowed to wander off until 7.55.I went to the canteen to check out our class stall.&lt;em&gt;Walau&lt;/em&gt;!It looked so pathetic next to the Girl Guides' stall.Like,really empty and lonely.And then,when the time came for us to do our duties as the school's ambassador,it was even more pathetic.I stationed myself at the school gate.No luck.No one came in.But I must say that I like the way the tie felt on me.And I must admit that I like the way I looked with the tie(don't laugh,k.I rarely say these kind of things.)Anyway,fast-forward to after my second shift duty.Jared,Aisyah,Shaf,Aiman,Daniel, and me decided we want to see the haunted house thingy organized by a Sec 2 class.The line was like damn long as the max number of people who they're allowing in is 6.But after waiting for,like,what,an hour or 3o minutes?We finally made it to the front of the line.We could hear screams from inside.I wanted to turn back cuz I had a bad feeling that this was a bad idea and besides,my bladder was about to burst.But I went on anyway,to experience it.The first thing we saw when they led us down to the basement was a &lt;em&gt;pontianak&lt;/em&gt;.It was actually a guy.And it was the only thing that surprised me cuz I was caught by surprise.After that &lt;em&gt;pontianak&lt;/em&gt;,Daniel,who's in front,didn't want to be in front anymore.Aisyah was behind him.Then me,Shaf,Aiman,Jared and 2 other guys from Shaf's class.All of us were,like,shoving and pushing,wanting to be in the middle.Finally,we calmed down and went on,with Daniel still in the lead.The guy leading us led us through a door which was draped with curtains.I prepared myself for whatever was behind that curtain.Another guy with a flash light to his face walked towards us,making scary noises.Not really scary.But I screamed anyway,cuz everyone was screaming.We then turned a corner and entered another door.It felt cold,but I was certain there was no air-conditioning in the basement.Better ask someone bout that.We came to a clearing,kind of like a big room.It was really dark.The guy in front of us led Daniel around,with us in tow.It was kind of like a maze,cuz we kept turning here and there.After a while,my eyes adjusted to the darkness and I could roughly see shadows of benches.As we walked,cold,wet hands reached out to grab our legs.Then people standing on the benches started flapping some kind of cloth which was supposed to be a wing,but instead turned out to be weapon designed to whip us.(No &lt;em&gt;la&lt;/em&gt;.It is a wing.It's just that they said that they &lt;em&gt;kena&lt;/em&gt; hit in the eyes.)People sitting on benches had green light over their faces.Instead of getting scared,I got freaked out by them.The way they looked at us was really freaky.I nearly fainted and even felt my face going purple cuz someone kept pulling on my shirt,trying to strangle me.Finally,they led us through another door where there was a pot with a dead plant planted on it and a severed head(a mannequin)positioned among the bare branches and beyond that was the exit.Whew!Every one of us was sweating profusely when we got out.The other people in line were looking at us.Ha!Actually,all of us planned to scream like hell when it was our turn so that the others in line would get scared.Don't know if it worked.But judging from the looks of a few P6 students in line,I guess they were going to give it a miss.When we were finally outside,surrounded by fresh air,we started talking about the experience.Overall,it wasn't too bad.Although I must say that I was kind of disappointed cuz I was expecting something more scarier.But to their credit,it was fairly well.Daniel got a cut on his finger.Don't know where he got it from.I was scolding Shafirah who I knew was standing behind me for pulling on my shirt when she said that she wasn't even holding on to my shoulder and was in fact,holding on to my waist.So I started getting freaked out.Who the hell was pulling on my shirt.That's when I turned to Aiman and saw him laughing like shit.Turned out that he was the one pulling on my shirt all along while holding on to Shaf.Gee,can't he just hold on to one person or was he really trying to strangle me?You ask him.Went home with Yuk Sing after that.I thought that my day was perfect but I thought wrong.I got into a heated argument with my parents and made my Mom cry.I hate seeing my mother cry.In fact,I'll kill if anyone ever makes her cry.But there I was,making her cry.I said some pretty nasty things.I cried until my eyes went puffy.Ugh!I hate it when that happens.My mom even said that I was selfish,materialistic and that I didn't love them.And that I shouldn't ever find love from her cuz she doesn't love me anymore cuz I only loved myself and that I was only looking for materialistic things,not their love.When she said that,I felt like something inside me erupted and that things will never ever be the same again.Last night,and even now,I doubt my mother's love for me.I wonder if what she said was really true.That she doesn't love me anymore.I know that when we're finally okay,I'll always wonder whether my mother genuinely loves me or only loves me for the sake of loving her own children.My eyes are still puffy and I could feel tears forming behind my eyes.Anytime now,they're going to spill down my cheeks,like a dam suddenly opened only to realease the water it has been blocking.But I guess that last night also opened up an opportunity for me to open up myself and tell my parents that I've been having a lot of problems at school lately.I told them that I don't know where I really belong.That I didn't understand myself and that I was having a hard time figuring out who I really was.And that I didn't know who I was cuz I wasn't the same Kimberly that they knew and love.Well,the last line was my father's.She said that from sweet Kimberly I suddenly turned into this really evil bitch.And when I made my mom cry,he loved her so much that he whipped my legs with his belt.The physical pain was temporary and it was nothing compared to the emotional pain I felt.In fact,I'd much rather prefer getting hurt physically than emotionally.I nearly fainted cuz I couldn't breathe from all the crying when they said those things.I told them about my the Geo project incident and they asked me why I didn't tell them earlier and I said that I didn't want them to worry cuz they have a lot in their minds and that I didn't want them to go to school in case they quarreled with other parents cuz I loved them and didn't want to add on the things they're always worrying about.Okay.The tears officially spilled.I can't go on anymore.I just hope that you guys will understand if I get crabby for the next few days cuz I'm currently in the middle of a family problem.The thing I'm only looking forward to now is my birthday which is 12 days from now.I hope that by then,things will cool down and return bact to normal.&lt;em&gt;Hasta la Vista&lt;/em&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4:32p.m&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.I don't think I can reply any of your tags for now.I feel really sucky.I just hope that I will have someone who will be there for me when I need them.Who will listen to my problems,lend me a helping hand,and help me up at times like this when I fall down and hurt myself.The people that we all know as a "&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;bestfriend&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;"...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6615689487502822269-2214707241687821174?l=thisisme-honestly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisisme-honestly.blogspot.com/feeds/2214707241687821174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6615689487502822269&amp;postID=2214707241687821174' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6615689487502822269/posts/default/2214707241687821174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6615689487502822269/posts/default/2214707241687821174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisisme-honestly.blogspot.com/2008/08/family-day-carnival.html' title='Family Day Carnival'/><author><name>eldiario</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13359649722689197666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6615689487502822269.post-3308340378932100378</id><published>2008-06-25T05:03:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-25T05:38:11.063-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Just returned from Netball training.Really tired.Had to run 2.4 km outside of school again 'cuz Coach didn't come so the seniors and Ms See were in-charge of us.PE teacher changed too.It's not Mr Chan anymore.It's Ms See.Great!Just great!Took height and weight just now.And surprise,surprise!I gained a few kg.But I'm not so worried 'cuz my time of the month haven't come yet(you know,the red alert?If you're really clueless,it's called menstruation.Now you get it?).And that means that those few extra kilos is just excess weight.I'm feeling really bloated too,another sign that my red alert is coming.So that's no biggie.The big surprise is my height went up to 172 cm!I mean,172?Puh-leaze!The last time I took my height(which was in January,by the way) I was only 162 cm.So I actually grew 10 cm?Haha!Everyone's claiming to have grown too.Sigh..Only had 4 subjects today.PE,English,Home Econ and Mother Tongue.Home Econ not as fun as I expected.Probably because it's just starting.Ms Maz explained what we'll be doing in the next few weeks.Zi Ru lost her money and phone.God!Some people could be so evil.Mr Leong did a thorough check of our bags in the hall just now.Said mobile and money not found.SO who could've took it?I hope she finds it.By the way,maybe I'm not gonna sue her after all.I mean why should I waste my money on a thing like this.Not that I can't.But if I do,my parents will find out and so I'll get in trouble.Syaz and Nab are okay with me anyway.Thanks guys!I love you!And I can't stay angry at someone for long.She treats me so nicely when she's in front of me that I wonder if all of that is just a cover-up.But she looks sincere.Argh!Talk about confusion.Ok then.I'll stop here.&lt;em&gt;Hasta la Vista!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;8:32 p.m&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Reply-s:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vivian:Thanks for the compliment!Or was it supposed to be an insult?Nevertheless,thanks a lot!Guys rarely say things like that.Kinda glad too with the new seating arrangement.At least you're seating behind me!I have someone to talk to!&lt;br /&gt;Jenn Yeong:Yeah,she is kinda bitchy.Nice to know that you think the Philippines is interesting.Don't worry.You'll be very welcome in my mansion there.Or if you don't want to,you can always stay at our hotels.For free!I'm sure that can be arranged.My family's really generous!I'm talking nonsense again.;)&lt;br /&gt;Christopher:Hey!Really nice meeting you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6615689487502822269-3308340378932100378?l=thisisme-honestly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisisme-honestly.blogspot.com/feeds/3308340378932100378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6615689487502822269&amp;postID=3308340378932100378' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6615689487502822269/posts/default/3308340378932100378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6615689487502822269/posts/default/3308340378932100378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisisme-honestly.blogspot.com/2008/06/just-returned-from-netball-training.html' title=''/><author><name>eldiario</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13359649722689197666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6615689487502822269.post-8813903564922551974</id><published>2008-06-19T02:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-19T02:48:05.432-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Finally.Jet-lags over.But homesick's still on.Anyway,bigger problem than that.Major one.Apparently,fucking Meatball told Nab and Syaz's parents that we were bad influences on their daughters.That we teach them bad things.And so she advised them not to let their daughters befriend us.Oh God!She soooo does not have any right what-so-ever to do that.Sure,she could tell the parents that we were bad girls.But she absolutely CANNOT ask them to ask their daughters to avoid us.So what happens now?I don't get to hang out with Syaz and Nab?If that's what she thinks is going to happen,then she thought wrong.I'm going to fight for my right to befriend my friends.I choose my friends.I choose my destiny.I decide for myself.I decide my life.Not just anyone.Especially not a manipulative bitch like her.But then,if Syaz and Nab decide to not talk to me,then that's OK.It's up to them.Whatever!I wanna sue that little scheming woman.I wanna complain.But then if I complain,then my parents will know that I've been bad.And so I'll get punished.So what do I do.But I'm definitely not letting this case slip by me.Nora's thinking of something to do.And so am I.If I can only hold one of those boycotts or rallies I used to hold in my school in the Philippines.You know,where a whole bunch of people carry boards and stuff protesting against someone.I ALWAYS win and get the teacher overthrowed.But I get into a lot of trouble too.But it's worth it.I used to do a lot of rallying back in my old school.But even if I want to do this,who will be on my side?I'm not exactly Ms Popular in school.Ugh!Whatever.I'll think of something.I must make sure she experiences hell.I mean,she really doesn't have any rights to decide for people cuz she's just a mere teacher.She's not God.She's gonna get it.I'll make sure of it.I think.And sorry but no souveneirs.My luggage carrying all the souveneirs got lost.I know.Unlucky much?But wait!More's to come.Which one do you want first?Good news or bad news?I think I'll go with the good one first.Fortunately,the souveneirs got lost but the chewing/bubble gum and ciggies remained in my shoulder bag.Unfortunately,they got spotted in the scanner.And as you guessed,they got confiscated.But they weren't satisfied yet so I had to pay a fucking $3000 as fine.Real unlucky,right?My parents didn't seem to mind the fine(after all,it's kinda peanuts to them).But they did mind the fact that I nearly got imprisoned.Received a lot of scolding at home and in the cab.Whatever.I don't give a damn.Anyone know when our end-of the-year holiday will be?November 22 or October?Please do help me.I wanna buy my flight ticket to the Philippines early.I think I'm gonna barf.I remember drinking only 1 can of Tiger last night to celebrate my Aunt's birthday but it doesn't seem that way cuz I had a real bad hangover this morning.Which is still active now.I really have to go.I can feel it in my throat.I'm gonna be sick in a few moments.I'll make it short today.&lt;em&gt;Hasta la Vista!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5:44 p.m&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reply-s:&lt;br /&gt;Jenny:Linked&lt;br /&gt;YT:Who the hell are you?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6615689487502822269-8813903564922551974?l=thisisme-honestly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisisme-honestly.blogspot.com/feeds/8813903564922551974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6615689487502822269&amp;postID=8813903564922551974' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6615689487502822269/posts/default/8813903564922551974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6615689487502822269/posts/default/8813903564922551974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisisme-honestly.blogspot.com/2008/06/finally.html' title=''/><author><name>eldiario</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13359649722689197666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6615689487502822269.post-285893278915083193</id><published>2008-06-10T02:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-10T02:20:16.209-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hi people!I'm back from the Philippines!And I'm already missing it though I just returned yesterday.Although Singapore already feels like home since I've been staying here for almost 12 years,it still feels different back home.But your tags made me feel happy again.Jet-lag's still on so will keep this short.Returned to the Philippines a few days before the official school holiday so didn't get my report book back.Wonder how and when I can get it back.Back in the Philippines,since its my town's fiesta,had a lot of activities going on.Battle of the bands(lots of ),Sta Cruzan(I was involved in this affair.Kinda tiring cuz I had to walk around town wearing a long gown with make-up on my face under an ark.It's a filipino tradition so I'm kinda proud being involved in it),Ms Gay(enjoyed it a lot.Especially in the swimwear portion.Wonder how those gays keep their dicks cuz they look like they don't have them),Dance competitions,Ms Gay lipsing and Side-car(three-wheeled vehicles) parades.They always end late so I have terrible eye-bags which need massive amounts of concealer in order to appear fresh in the morning.Even bought a sim card there and tried out the infamous "textmate" thingy where you guess numbers and ask them to be your textmate.Had a few of them.Chester,Riel,Patrick,Rizzy,Jerick,Justine(turned out to be my couzin),Jordan(same thing as Justine too).And I feel kinda guilty cuz I lied to Chester and pretended to be "mharianne" who isn't a real person and now he's really in love with her.Sigh..How am I going to tell him that he's in love with someone who's not real?Whatever.I'm having a headache now so I'll just provide more details next time.'Til next time,&lt;em&gt;Gracias!Adios..Amigos...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5:18 p.m&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reply-s:&lt;br /&gt;Natasha:Hi Shashi!I miss you lots and love you lots too.&lt;br /&gt;Vivian:Vivian!Thanks for missing me.I miss you too!I know life's like hell without me.&lt;br /&gt;Syaz:I'm back!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6615689487502822269-285893278915083193?l=thisisme-honestly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisisme-honestly.blogspot.com/feeds/285893278915083193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6615689487502822269&amp;postID=285893278915083193' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6615689487502822269/posts/default/285893278915083193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6615689487502822269/posts/default/285893278915083193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisisme-honestly.blogspot.com/2008/06/hi-peopleim-back-from-philippinesand-im.html' title=''/><author><name>eldiario</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13359649722689197666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6615689487502822269.post-4025942900422840764</id><published>2008-05-18T22:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-18T23:22:35.514-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yay!Exams are over,exams are over.Phew!So,how was my day?Not bad so far.No netball last Friday.So I went to Lot 1 with Shafira,Aisyah and Fitri.Ate at Mc first before going to the Library.We found a nice spot in the Library and sat down.It was actually OK..Until Aisyah statred talking about shit.We were all laughing so hard that it made my tummy ache.Unfortunately,the bitchy Librarian was actually in the next aisle and heard.She scolded us for being noisy and chased us out.Aisyah went home soon after that and the three of us decided to go to Popular.Nothing much.Just saw Mrs Liaw.Then went home.That's all for Friday.Sunday was the real drama-rama.See,I have this 16-year-old cousin,Ella,who goes to an American school.She was invited to a big party on Saturday so she tagged me along.The part was somewhere near Orchard in a bungalow(can't remember where exactly but I do remember passing Orchard Road) of an American family.The party started of boring but soon,as the "popular"peopll started arriving,the party started getting wild.Lots of drinking and dancing and smoking.Some even went outside in the balcony to get high.My cousin left me to talk to her popular friends.I was standing alone watching the whole party and talking to some people occasionally when this blonde guy goes up to me.I recognised him as one of my cousin's popular friends.Real handsome but I'm not interested(since the Luqman incident).He offered me this pink shake.I looked over to my cousin and saw her and her friends laughing then turned to me,smiled and nodded.I knew they were up to no good.But I didn't want to be a party pooper,so I accepted it.It tasted like normal strawberry shake,with a hint of alcohol.Soon,I started craving for more of it.And that's as far as I can remember.I only gained back my mind when I realized I was talking to policemen.Apparently,the party got too wild and noisy and the neighbours complained.The policemen gave me a warning not to "expose" myself in public.I didn't know what they were talking about so I just nodded.When we were in the taxi,Ella showed me photos of a girl dancing madly on top of a table in her phone.I laughed 'cuz I thought the girl was stupid.But there was this picture of the girl which featured her face.And I stopped laughing immediately.'Cuz lo and behold,who else could be the girl dancing on top of the table if not me.Topless.I felt so cheap and I felt like a total slut.This time Ella started laughing.I asked her to delete the pics but she said I'll have to do a favour for her before she does.What have I done?Thank goodness nobody else took pics 'cuz Ella said they were to busy watching the free strip show.That's all I can offer you.If you want to see the pics,tell me(as if I'm gonna show them to you.But if you really beg,maybe I wll.).I have to go.I think I'm going to be sick.2 Days already but I still have a hangover from the stupid spiked shake.'Til next time,&lt;em&gt;Gracias!Adios..Amigos...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2:19 p.m&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reply-s:&lt;br /&gt;Vivian:Is this funny?&lt;br /&gt;Jenn Yeong:Hiiii Ah Gong!How're you?Long time no see too.Hope to see you soon.Miss you liao.Love you!Mwah!&lt;br /&gt;Tricia:Glad you were happy.&lt;br /&gt;Syafii:Thanks for noy telling!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6615689487502822269-4025942900422840764?l=thisisme-honestly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisisme-honestly.blogspot.com/feeds/4025942900422840764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6615689487502822269&amp;postID=4025942900422840764' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6615689487502822269/posts/default/4025942900422840764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6615689487502822269/posts/default/4025942900422840764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisisme-honestly.blogspot.com/2008/05/yayexams-are-overexams-are-over.html' title=''/><author><name>eldiario</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13359649722689197666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6615689487502822269.post-7140694470602783620</id><published>2008-05-13T02:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-13T02:52:31.903-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Finally,finally!Last paper's tomorrow.After Science Paper 2 tomorrow,I'm free!Bye-bye late nights and eye-bags,hello beauty sleep and refreshing face!I'm so glad I don't have to sleep late anymore.'Cuz whenever I sleep late,my zits break out all over my face like they're suddenly released from prison.Not the puss-y disgusting ones.The ones I get are dry,bumpy ones so it's like they're not really noticable if you stand away a few feet from me.You only see them when you stand near enough or when you touch my face(which I so don't want 'cuz when my face has been touched,it'll start itching all over and zits will form again).Say bye to party nights,Zits!Now,it's my turn to party!Ugh!Don't know why my face is so sensitive.Sleep late only,get zits.Use certain facial washes only,get zits.But I eat choc,don't get zits.What the hell is wrong with you guys?!I wish they'll just stay out of my face!Ok.Enough about zits.It's bad enough that I have to see them every time I look in the darn fucking mirror.So..today was the Maths Paper 2.Quite OK if you ask me.Managed to answer all of the questions but didn't manage to ensure myself whether I was sure about some of my answers.But apart from that,'twas Ok.Mrs Liaw didn't come to school today..again.What's up with the old lady?She's always absent form school.Maybe went off already and had an early vacation on some yacht of hers in the Carribean?Or maybe had a second honeymoon?Whatever.What I know is that I'm starting to miss her.I know it sounds weird,but come on.She's actually a very good teacher,guys.Received the History results during History period.God!My marks are really embarrassing.Not that I failed.Just that I got a shameful B4.But Ms Juli said not to worry 'cuz they'll combine the SA marks with the CA marks.Phew!Thank goodness I did well in CA1.Maybe my marks can be pulles up by my CA mark?So anyway,that's all I have to say.See?See the drastic change in my life?Pity,pity.I just wished sometimes that I just didn't meet HIM.Then in that way,I won't be in pain right now.But that's just sometimes.Most of the time,I'm glad I met HIM 'cuz I wouldn't have felt this way if I didn't.It has never been wrong that I loved HIM.And it never will be.All I know is that HE has been part of my life.And HE made me realize that sometimes,it's just best to let go of someone you love,even if it hurts,just for the sake of his or her happiness.I mean,when I heard HE found a girlfriend,I didn't feel upset.Well,ok.I did feel upset.But for a while only.After crying for a while,I suddenly realized that I was happy for HIM.And I was happy just to see HIM happy,even though it wasn't me making HIM happy.I was just contented that HE found someone to love,even though it's not me.It made me see that what's not meant to be,will never be.And what's meant to be,will be.I guess that what I did was called "sacrificial love",although I didn't really sacrifice anything except my love for HIM(I wouldn't have thought twice of sacrificing anything for HIM in the past.But that was in the past.It's now over.). So I decided to just let go(hadn't&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;I been talking about letting go for the past few weeks?Well,this is the real deal.This time,I mean it.I'm really going to let go).I,Kimberly,hereby declare my crush for Luqman officially OVER(Hey Syafii,I know you're probably reading this and thinking,"Oh.So she likes him.I knew it."Yeah,unfortunately,I know how your little brain works.But let's be mature and serious here for a while,k?I hope you won't start spreading nasty rumours or anything,k.I know I can TRUST you.'Cuz I consider you as one of my FRIENDS.Thanks for understanding!).I just hope that someday,I will meet someone who will really love me with all his heart.As for now,I'll take a break from boys and start enjoying my youth.After all,we only live once,don't we?'Til next time,Gracias!Adios..Amigos...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5:45 p.m.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reply-s:&lt;br /&gt;Vivian:Hi Vivian!Glad you like my blog.Continue to tune in,yeah.&lt;br /&gt;Zi Ru:Linked!&lt;br /&gt;Indah:Thanks for telling me what is MYE.I know I can be a bit blur sometimes(OK.Most of the time).Hope you won't be so sad.And you are a CHIOBU.Within and Out.But if you don't want to be pretty,then fine.You are beautiful.But within.Ok?&lt;br /&gt;Tricia:Update already.Happy?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6615689487502822269-7140694470602783620?l=thisisme-honestly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisisme-honestly.blogspot.com/feeds/7140694470602783620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6615689487502822269&amp;postID=7140694470602783620' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6615689487502822269/posts/default/7140694470602783620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6615689487502822269/posts/default/7140694470602783620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisisme-honestly.blogspot.com/2008/05/finallyfinallylast-papers-tomorrow.html' title=''/><author><name>eldiario</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13359649722689197666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6615689487502822269.post-8852473147806936119</id><published>2008-05-09T06:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-09T07:10:27.268-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Catch-up</title><content type='html'>Yo people of the world!Sorry for abandoning you for so long.Missed me?Hehe!Busy with my exams &lt;em&gt;la.&lt;/em&gt;But don't worry.I'll try my best to play catch-up with you guys.Ok.So where was I?Oh yeah.Exams.Mid-year exams.Or MYE,as most people call it(God!I am so outdated I didn't even know what MYE was).Had the Science and Maths Paper 1 today.Fast-forward to Mother Tongue period.I really HATE Alif.He's such a jerk.He calls me a "mama pariah".Puh-leaze!Why don't he look at his own self first before calling people insulting names.This is not the first time.Then when we settled down inside the classroom,I don't know why he freakin' threw a really hard eraser at me.It hurts.A lot.And I don't know why I cried.I don't cry any longer.The last time I cried was when I decided to forget HIM which was like,a few weeks ago.Thank goodness &lt;em&gt;Cikgu &lt;/em&gt;didn't come.There was no teacher around.And I cried for,what?15 minutes?And even after I cried,tears still ran down my cheek.I guess I used Alif's throwing the eraser at me to let out all of my problems.There.That's all I have to write.I don't know what else to write anymore nowadays.Since I stopped liking HIM,my life's suddenly become so BORING.It's like a whole big part of me has been left behind in the past.And I'm afraid I'm never going to like anyone again.I'm not interested in guys anymore.Ugh!Am I going to become a tomboy?Lesbian?Nun?Whatever.You decide for me.Got to go.Feeling really sleepy.'Til next time,&lt;em&gt;Gracias!Adios..Amigos...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10:07 p.m&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6615689487502822269-8852473147806936119?l=thisisme-honestly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisisme-honestly.blogspot.com/feeds/8852473147806936119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6615689487502822269&amp;postID=8852473147806936119' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6615689487502822269/posts/default/8852473147806936119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6615689487502822269/posts/default/8852473147806936119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisisme-honestly.blogspot.com/2008/05/catch-up.html' title='Catch-up'/><author><name>eldiario</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13359649722689197666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6615689487502822269.post-8339213001302783002</id><published>2008-04-10T06:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-10T07:05:44.495-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Long time since my last post.Wanna know something horrible?Let me tell you.I didn't enjoy my camp.Because I went home on the first and only night.Why,you ask me?It's because I had a very high fever.38.7 to be specific.We were,like,practicing for the campfire when I suddenly felt cold.So I told the trainer.The trainer waited until dinner time before bringing me to the head trainer to aid me.They took my temperature and there you have it.Meatball(as the guys call Ms Ong) sent me home.Waited a long time for my Dad.He didn't know the way and got lost while on the taxi.Spent the whole week at home.Actually,I was okay by Friday.But my parents didn't allow me to go to school.So only went back to school on Monday.Missed all my friends.And the netball team.A lot of people were coming up to me going "Why never go to school for so long?We miss you!" and the usual "We miss you" messages.Science test.Didn't study 'coz left my text under my table.Well,not only the Science one.I leave everything under my table.I treat it as my personal locker.My books are too heavy.Afraid might end up like Camel(I won't mention her name.Too risky.).Actually,I've got nothing to write.Nowadays,I've simply got nothing to write.My life is as boring as hell.Sigh..Hope it will improve soon.Ok then.2.4 tomorrow.Better get an early night.'Til next time,&lt;em&gt;Gracias!Adios..Amigos...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10:03 p.m&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6615689487502822269-8339213001302783002?l=thisisme-honestly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisisme-honestly.blogspot.com/feeds/8339213001302783002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6615689487502822269&amp;postID=8339213001302783002' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6615689487502822269/posts/default/8339213001302783002'/><link rel='self' 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things.Friday,ran from school to the CCK Park and back for NAPFA training.The real thing is gonna be next week.Whoo!Psyched!Not.I was the first girl in my class to fininsh the whole course.And it wasn't much fun because the guys were talking about disgusting things.And even though I ran 2.4 km in 14 min 34 seconds,I still got an A2 'coz I need to finish the whole thing in 14 min 31 seconds in order to get an A1.No fair.Mr Chan should've given me an A1 because 1)I didn't stop running.I jogged all the way.I didn't walk. and 2)The 1/8 teacher confused me.That's as much as I can remember.The whole day passed by in a blur.What I remembered is Nora crying because she lost her handphone during reading period.Thank goodness she found it.Someone honest returned it to her.CCA also kind of blur.But I did remember one thing clearly.Coach gave us a break after our game.So we went to the canteen to buy drinks.And guess who's standing near the drink stall.Yep,you've guessed right.It's HIM talking to Tricia and Indah.I suddenly found it hard to breathe so I wanted to turn around but Tricia saw me already.So Indah and Tricia said "Hi!" and I said "Hi!" back..to the floor.I couldn't look at them..But then I looked up because I was afraid they's think I was rude.And so I saw HIM smile and wave at me.And I swear I my heart missed a beat.So intense.So after buying the drinks,walked back to the parade square.Indah and Tricia said "Bye!" so I returned the gesture.I looked at them again and saw HIM smile and wave again.Again,I caught my breath.I hurried out of the canteen before I could faint in front of them.When we were out of sight,I screamed real loud but no voice came out.So I just sat down for a while to catch my breath.HE looked good last Friday.Something about HIM was different.Maybe his attire?Whatever.I'm just happy that he finally &lt;em&gt;layan &lt;/em&gt;me.And I also came up with a decision.Maybe it's time I really let go.Maybe it's time I learned from my past,live the present and hope for the future.Him and I are not meant to be.If we're meant to be,we will.But that's impossible times 100.So Bye Bye!Time to move on.It rained after the seniors' game.So we played tag ball instead at the void deck.Basketball and Soccer guys were playing so kind of uncomfortable.But I let go of myself and had real fun.Stayed back for a while again to hang out with the team.Then finally went home.That's as much as I can remember.'Til next time,&lt;em&gt;Gracias!Adios..Amigos...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4:21 p.m&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reply-s:&lt;br /&gt;Syafiqah:Yeah!I'm leaving.&lt;br /&gt;Aiman:Thanks for the link!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6615689487502822269-8417836428917806260?l=thisisme-honestly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6615689487502822269.post-8878908618530354867</id><published>2008-03-27T06:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-27T06:57:43.297-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bored</title><content type='html'>Started off with Geography.And again,it was a bore.I mean for me.Ok fine.For almost the whole class.The boys,especially Kian Yong,had a say on everything.I think it was just to make the class more fun.Or maybe it was just their way of killing time?No offence.Mdm Siti is a very nice and gentle teacher.Rarely raises her voice(Ok.I'm lying again.She's trying not to raise her voice).But I just can't give a damn about Geo.It's not my type.I just don't..&lt;em&gt;feel &lt;/em&gt;it.Then English.Mrs Liaw went over the passage for the second time(God!How many more times must we go over the damn passage before she lets us finally do the main thing,which is to answer the questions?She keeps saying,"This passage is a tough one."Why don't she let us try it first?But still,I like the old lady.'Coz she rarely scolds me.And English is my fave subject.Even though it can be a bore sometimes).This time she went over it with graphics.She held us back for a while because we owe her a few minutes for wasting her English period a few times.Mother Tongue after recess.&lt;em&gt;Cikgu&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;Latifah&lt;/em&gt; didn't come again today.Think there was some kind of emergency in her household.So Ms Ong(this really cool teacher,not Ms Ong my form teacher) took over the malay class again.Which was OK.'Coz I got to change seats and sat with the other 4 girls(the Siti girl doesn't seem to be interested in the girl clique.She'd much rather be with her guy groupmates.Fitri didn't come again.Down with the flu.Get well soon,babe!We miss you!Netball's not as fun without you!)But all the supposedly "cool" guys(as if) grouped together too.And they kept talking about dirty things.And shooting us pervy looks.Ms Ong also asked us to do a &lt;em&gt;keratan akhbar&lt;/em&gt; assignment.And they also kept saying rude remarks about the people in the newspaper.Rude much?Oh yeah.And they call me this stupid name that I don't even want to post.It's such an insult.After an hour of giving the guys the evil eye,the bell finally rang.Mrs Ching asked us to form our groups.And for the second time,our group is the fastest and most efficient.Hope she lets us off earlier for recess next time again.Then Science.Science,oh Science.Sigh..What can I say?I nearly dozed off again.Went to the Science lab to do some stupid experiment on the laptop.I didn't do anything.Just copied from the rest.Couldn't wait for the lesson to finish.Went back to life when I heard the bell.Rushed to class to put my things back before going to the toilet for my regular "freshing-up".Then went to the canteen to eat and return Regine's $10.But she just took $4 and gave me the $6.Thanks darling!You're the best!Muackzz!Always &lt;em&gt;blanja&lt;/em&gt; me.Went back to class for PCAS.Received the name tags.I don't like the colour.Beige?Icky!Then must pass up the camp form tomorrow.Yes!4 more days to go before the 2D1N camp.Although have to admit that it's not so exciting 'coz went to MOE Dairy Farm in P5.But still,as long as can spend some time away from home for a while,I'll take it.No major family problems.I just want to take a break.Plus,Nora said she's going to bring some make-up so that we can do make-overs at night.I'm gonna be her model.Sneaky,but fun.Went to Mc after school and ate there with Joce and Syaz before going home with them.I also got the netball thingy wrong.No match.I didn't quite het what Coach was talking about.But the team explained it to me.Embarrassing.But it's OK.People make mistakes and nobody's perfect.Though I want to be partly perfect.'Til next time,&lt;em&gt;Gracias!Adios..Amigos...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9:54 p.m&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tag reply-s:&lt;br /&gt;Indah:Good to know that you don't mind sharing saliva with me.Exaggerated a bit on the "peace" part maybe?But who cares?You're still COOL!&lt;br /&gt;Natasha &amp;amp; Fiona:Linked!&lt;br /&gt;Aiman:&lt;em&gt;Alamak&lt;/em&gt;!G is Gloria &lt;em&gt;la&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Everyone:Please pity my pitiful blog and tag.Tagging is FREE!But please don't spam.Thanks!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6615689487502822269-8878908618530354867?l=thisisme-honestly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisisme-honestly.blogspot.com/feeds/8878908618530354867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6615689487502822269&amp;postID=8878908618530354867' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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out in Marina?Well,apparently,my parents went there to meet up with the boss of a big company in Australia.And guess why they were even there.It's because my father went for this stupid interview that I didn't know of and got picked to work for the company.So now,we have to migrate to Australia.NOOOOO!But I don't know.I'm not really sure.My parents seem to be laid-back about it.Did they even want to migrate?I think it's my father only who wants to migrate.So,if they decide to migrate,my father will leave in 2 months' time and work on our documents there,which will take approximately another 2 months.So I'll be leaving in 4 months!Oh my Lord!I'm crying right now.Fortunately,my father said that I could continue my studies here and stay with my Aunt.Then I'll just go there for my University Education.Kind of cool.I like the idea.Imagine?Freedom?Except that my Aunt lives all the way in Bedok.Sigh..I told Tricia a few days ago.And immediately the next morning,everyone started asking questions about migrations.Even received a few hugs and whispers of "I'll miss you.".But the decision is still up to my parents.Tricia got so desperate that she asked HIM to talk me round.So I was really shocked when I went online last night and HE talked to me.HE asked me not to go because HE won't have any friends.I told HIM that I didn't want to go.Because I don't want to leave some things behind.But maybe it will be best if I just went away so that I could forget..things.So HE was like,"Things.Things.Don't tell me it's about me."So I said yeah.HE's part of the reason why I want to go away.So that I could forget HIM.Then HE said that HE hates HIMSELF because HE's part of the reason why I want to leave(sigh..can it get any better than this?).So now,I have more reasons why I should stay.Tricia's real smart.She knows that I can't resist HIM.You won't be so lucky next time,darling!I feel so tired and sleepy.I don't know why,but netball training today's very tiring.I was already out of breath after the side-jogging.Then had to run 4 rounds around the school.Then did passes.Then Coach asked us to do 300 counts of the jumping rope.&lt;em&gt;Alamak&lt;/em&gt;!Scared &lt;em&gt;ah&lt;/em&gt; later my ass and &lt;em&gt;tetek goyang.&lt;/em&gt;Finally,after all of that tiring drills,it's my favourite part.A game!But didn't get to group with the usual group.I was seperated from them.Only Gloria and me seperated.Boo-hoo!But still,we managed to score a goal!Yeah!1-0!Feels so good to be the winner!Yeah!But wait.More bad news to come.It was raining while we were playing.So Coach stopped the game after we scored.She asked us to stand in a line.Then she started checking nails.I forgot to cut mine.But not only me.A few others didn't cut theirs either.So ahd to do 120 counts of static-ho.So embarrassing!We did it in front of the office.Then all of the soccer boys there.&lt;em&gt;Pai seyy&lt;/em&gt;!Netball training ended early.4:30 already out.But I stayed back for an hour because Dina and the others wanted to &lt;em&gt;lepak&lt;/em&gt; for a while.Went back at 5:30 but went to Prime Supermarket with Syaz first to buy chocs(I'm a chocoholic).Then went home &lt;em&gt;la.&lt;/em&gt;Bus crowded.That's all for today.'Til next time,&lt;em&gt;Gracias!Adios..Amigos...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8:46 p.m.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6615689487502822269-7882757320971126573?l=thisisme-honestly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisisme-honestly.blogspot.com/feeds/7882757320971126573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6615689487502822269&amp;postID=7882757320971126573' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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use the new bag I bought.It's black with pink graffiti all over it(design only,ok.).But it's really small.I have to be careful when I put my books inside because my bag might tear or my books might crumple.So in the end,I decided to use the old one.It was drizzling so had to assemble in class.Spent most of Geography period passing letter with Nora.Dunnoe what &lt;em&gt;la&lt;/em&gt;.About love life and all.After that 2 periods of English.Also spent most of it chatting with Nora.But then Mrs Liaw showed us this documentary titled:"Billabong Oddysey".I guess it's ok.Then recess.Unfortunately,had to stay back for a while because I haven't given Mrs Liaw the homework.But didn't get scolded &lt;em&gt;la&lt;/em&gt;.The deadline was today.So I went to the toilet to have my regular "powder session".Then went to the canteen with Syaz and bought chicken burger.We were eating quietly when Indah passed by our table.She made the usual "peace" sign.And I made the usual stupid "wave" sign(God!I don't know when I'll stop being such a loser and be cool for once).Then she went back to our table and said "&lt;em&gt;Kasih sikit&lt;/em&gt;,".I thought she was talking to Syaz but she was actually talking to me.So I gave her my burger and she bit into the part where I already bit it.Shocking &lt;em&gt;sial&lt;/em&gt;!I didn't know what to say.I mean my primary school friends won't even dare share a drink with me.But here was a Muslim girl biting a my burger where I had already bit it.My point is,she seemed like she didn't mind sharing saliva with me.And it's like she doesn't care whether I've eaten non-halal food.I'm a Catholic after all.Not that I've eaten non-halal food that morning.In fact,I can't remember when I last ate pork or something.I don't know.I stopped eating non-halal food because 1)Most of my friends are Muslims so I have to respect their culture and religion and 2)I'm grossed out by pork.It's so oily and I read that it's not so healthy.So I stopped eating it a long time ago.After that,Shafirah &amp;amp; co. finally came down and joined us.Oh yeah,but before they joined us,Danial and his friend(Shazirah or something) came to our table.Then Shazirah whispered something to me.Another shocking news!My God!When will the shocking news end?But I kept my cool of course.I didn't act surprised and all.The rest of the day passed by in a breeze.Lessons until 1:30 then 30 minutes lunch break before Assembly(didn't we just have assembly last last week?PCAS is starting to sound like AS only.I like Pastoral Care better.No need to sing the school song.And can chat with friends.But then Ms Ong so boring.And Mr Kong so funny.So Assembly also has its advantages).Talked about smoking.Then went home.Watched MTV for 3 hours before can finally open the computer.Mwahahaha!My parents have gone to Marina to buy something.And my brother's in school because he has to attend mass or something since his school is a Catholic school.So I have the computer all to myself until 9.Currently chatting with Shafirah and Aisyah.And,(drum rolls)another surprise!Remember I told you just now that Shazirah whispered something about someone liking me in the canteen in school?Well,turns out the person's trying to play with me and Aisyah.He said he likes Aisyah and asked her to marry him.And he talks like he's Aisyah's boyfriend.And then Danial just now told me that he actually planned to make a banner with "Kimberly,&lt;em&gt;aku suker engkau&lt;/em&gt;!" on it.I mean,eww!How yuck-o is that.I seriously don't like guys getting mushy.I think that's the reason I dumped..nah!Never mind.I won't say his name here.I'm trying to make peace with him.But anyway,I just hate it when a guy does that.I'll probably melt if HE says he likes me.But an average guy that I don't have the feelings for?No way!It'll just sound..not right?I get freaked out easily when guys I don't like get mushy.So how now?He's obviously trying to play with our feelings right?The damn player.Fucking bastard.I hate him!He thinks he's so good-looking that he can play with anyone's feelings?Well,let me tell him this:Don't play with me 'coz when I play,I play rough.And you don't want that I tell you.So you better stay away from me from now on.And keep your dirty mouth and hands to yourself,you leech.I'm so frustrated.Aisyah's my friend and yet he tried to score with each of  us.Whatever!Enough about him.Let's move on to HIM.I'm starting to forget HIM now.But everytime I see HIM,I feel hot all over again.And when HE's near me(especially when HE passes by me),I just can't breathe(&lt;em&gt;Siala!Takut la nanti ader &lt;/em&gt;heart-attack or stroke).I hope that will end soon.I even made this stupid poem.But I won't publish it just yet.I stopped believing in love the day I stopped liking HIM.And if I ever love again,HE'll be the one.I don't know what's so special about HIM.But there's just something about HIM that attracts me.I think it's HIS sex-appeal.I'll have to give HIM a 101/100 for that.A lot of girls like HIM after all.I think that's a reason why I decided to stop liking HIM.I'll never stand a chance against those girls.'Coz I'm ugly,boring and fat.But SO WHAT?I don't give a damn if I'm ugly and fat.I'm happy and contented to be this way 'coz this is who I am and people should like me for who and what I am.By the way,people in school are always asking the same question.What type of guy do you like.Tricky.I've been giving it some thought.And I think I like someone who's tall(not neccessarily taller then me.But definitely not shorter than me.Maybe around my height?),sweet,faithful,funny,fit(I don't like guys to be skinnier than me(although HE is skinnier than me) but I don't like over-weight people either(sorry for my cruelty)),sporty,boyish,confident but not proud,older than me(DEFINITELY NOT younger than me.He can be younger than me by a few months.But he should be at least a 1994).Oh yeah,and the most important thing.He should like me just the way I am.And both of us must feel the chemistry.What's the point of being with a guy if you don't feel the "click"?Agree?Even if a hot guy runs after me(as if),if I just don't feel it,then what's the point of being with him?What's the point of being with someone who you don't like or who doesn't like you?I don't mind if he's ugly.It doesn't matter if he doesn't possess a single one of the factors I mentioned above.As long as I love him,then all's well.After all,you just know when you love someone right?Your heart just starts beating fast when you see them and you just know that they're the ONE.That's how I feel towards HIM,anyway.The first time I saw HIM,I just knew HE was the one.But I think it's time I let go.I don't want to wait for nothing.Not that I'll stop hoping.And not that I mind waiting.But what's the point of waiting and hoping when you know that you're waiting for nothing?I feel really tired.Nothing else to say.'Til next time,&lt;em&gt;Gracias!Adios..Amigos...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br 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rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6615689487502822269/posts/default/8333800396253084053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisisme-honestly.blogspot.com/2008/03/update.html' title='Update'/><author><name>eldiario</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13359649722689197666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6615689487502822269.post-6789347635302077180</id><published>2008-03-14T02:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-14T03:24:21.802-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Complaints</title><content type='html'>Ugh!I don't know what the hell's wrong with my blog!My entries always end up being deleted!I don't know if someone's managed to hack into my account or if my blog has gone nuts.But never mind about that.Let me just write what I wrote.In a wrap,Firdani asked me to catch a movie with him,Jaya,Alif and Danial(or Daniel.Whatever.I don't know how to spell his name.All I know is that Cikgu Latifah pronounces it as "Danial".).But does he actually expects me to go with them?I'm a GIRL if they haven't noticed.So I asked Regine to follow me.She said ok and I told her that it was ok if she wanted to invite other people.So she asked Syafiq.I asked Shafirah too.But we didn't in the end.Sigh..I'm,like,so sad that I don't have the energy to write here what happened.Please ask me personally if you want to know why..Anyway,I also talked to HIM via MSN yesterday.Even as I'm writing it down now,I could still feel chills.I told HIM that I used to have a BIG crush on HIM.And HE was like soooo very sweet and cool about it.(long sigh)I wish boys were at least half as sweet as HIM.HE wasn't even rude about it.HE'S different from all the guys I liked before.Last time,every time a guy knew I liked him,they always look at me differently.Like they're trying to avoid me or something.But no.HE still talked to me as though HE didn't realize that I just said I liked HIM.Envious,huh?Ok,fine.I lied.I told HIM that I &lt;em&gt;used to&lt;/em&gt; like HIM but actually,I still like HIM.I'm trying to forget HIM,which I hope I'm going to be able to do 'coz HIS being cool about it only made me like HIM more.ARRRGGGHHHH!Confusing &lt;em&gt;la&lt;/em&gt;.I hope life was more simpler.Met Shashi today.She still looks the same.I hope she doesn't change.I like her just the way she is.That's all for now.I don't know what else to write.'Til next time,&lt;em&gt;Gracias!Adios..Amigos...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6:22 p.m&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.&lt;br /&gt;Tricia and Syafiqah:relinked!&lt;br /&gt;Lia and Syafiqah:I won't forget you guys 'coz you're my friends and I'll never forget my friends.Love you huys and see you soon!&lt;br /&gt;Syazwani:don't be shy darling.It's ok.&lt;div 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title='Complaints'/><author><name>eldiario</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13359649722689197666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6615689487502822269.post-3585286404668061935</id><published>2008-03-09T03:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-09T04:11:49.760-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Report book</title><content type='html'>I received my report book on Friday.I was like so nervous.But thank goodness my results weren't so bad.I had 4As,4Bs and 1C.&lt;br /&gt;English-A1 91.5&lt;br /&gt;Malay-B3 69.5&lt;br /&gt;Maths-A2 70&lt;br /&gt;Science-B3 67&lt;br /&gt;Geography-A2 73.6&lt;br /&gt;History-A2 70.6&lt;br /&gt;Literature-B3 65.3&lt;br /&gt;Design &amp;amp; Technology-B4 60.1&lt;br /&gt;Visual Arts-C5 56.5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok right?Not bad &lt;em&gt;la&lt;/em&gt;.But still,I felt kind of bad.I better work harder next term.I slacked way too much this term.Damn.I'll make sure that I'll get As next term.Anyway,holidays are here!Yay!But then,I'm kind of sad.I won't see my friends and HIM for 1 week!Boohoo!I really,really,truly like him.I don't know how to forget him.My friends find me weird 'coz they say he's not attractive at all.But I don't care.I like him just the way he is.I think he's cute though he wears specs.I really wish he would at least acknowledge me.Because I really LIKE him.I think I LOVE HIM.I won't try to forget him anymore.Nothing's working.I'll always like him even if he'll never like me.To HIM,if you ever see this and realized that you are who I am talking about,I want you to know that I will always like you no matter what.I will always LOVE you.And I hope you won't hate me for liking you.It just happens,you see.I can't control my feelings.I want to hate and forget you.But I can't.Ok.I keep saying the same things.Whatever.I don't care.'Til next time,&lt;em&gt;Gracias!Adios..Amigos...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8:11 p.m&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6615689487502822269-3585286404668061935?l=thisisme-honestly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisisme-honestly.blogspot.com/feeds/3585286404668061935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6615689487502822269&amp;postID=3585286404668061935' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6615689487502822269/posts/default/3585286404668061935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6615689487502822269/posts/default/3585286404668061935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisisme-honestly.blogspot.com/2008/03/report-book.html' title='Report book'/><author><name>eldiario</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13359649722689197666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6615689487502822269.post-2477696804525180576</id><published>2008-03-06T05:07:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-06T05:35:14.727-08:00</updated><title type='text'>BORED to my ASS!</title><content type='html'>I am sooooo BORED nowadays in the classroom!I'm dying to talk to someone.Haish..Classes as usual.Mdm Siti talked about internal and external forces during geography.I'm not so sure 'coz I wasn't really listening.Busy thinking of.Anyway,since my life is so BORING,I don't really know what to talk about.Let's choose a topic.Ermm..how about that certain BITCH in class?I totally hate her to the maximum level.I mean,puh-leeaaazzzeee!She's trying to look all innocent but people don't know that she's a little BITCH!She wants to tell me to be be modest."&lt;em&gt;Tutup aurat la &lt;/em&gt;Kim."Why don't she look at herself first before telling me off?She always sits with her legs crossed so that her skirt rides up her legs.Like her legs are so perfect.They're so skinny and hairy and yellow-y that they look disgusting.Like a chicken.EEEWWWWWW!And then I'm so sick of her bossing me around!And she called and treats me like an animal!I hate being called and treated like an animal.Especially when it's related to a dog.Just now in the hall,right before assembly,I arrived at the hall 'coz I was looking for Syaz.But she wasn't there.So I sat next to Syafira &amp;amp; co.That's how it works after all.I ALWAYS sit beside them in the hall since their class is just right next to mine.But no.So I placed my bag right next to Aisyah's and guess who came into the hall.Yep,you guessed right.It was the little BITCH with Syaz.Syaz placed her bag next to mine.So the BITCH was finding a way to place hers next to Syaz(seriously,I'm beginning to consider her as a groupie.Always following Syaz around.Like she can't survive without her).So she placed her bag in between mine and Syaz's.And I was like,"What the fuck?This girl is so pathetic!".So I said,"Hey,for your info if you haven't noticed,I came here first.So I think I deserve to sit here."And then she goes,"Sit at the front &lt;em&gt;la&lt;/em&gt;.Sit by index number."And then I say,"No need &lt;em&gt;la&lt;/em&gt;.Joce didn't tell me to sit in front.So there'es no need to sit by index number."Then finally,the final straw,"I don't care.You move in front!"So I grabbed my bag violently and stormed off to the front.Then Syaz sat beside me and tried to ask what was wrong.And I screamed at her.But I said sorry &lt;em&gt;la&lt;/em&gt;.Seriously &lt;em&gt;ah&lt;/em&gt;,if there wasn't any teachers there,I would've filled the little's bitch's face with vulgarities.Syafira &amp;amp; co. also sat beside me for a while to comfort me.Hah!Wrong move ANTENNAE(her nicky)!Shouldn't have done that.Now,the attention and sympathy and pity is all poured on me.Too bad.You should've known better than to mess with me.You don't like me when I'm nasty.I'm capable of ruining your social life and your stupid life itself with a snap of my hand.&lt;em&gt;Jaga ah.&lt;/em&gt;Mess with me some more and worse things will happen to you.I know I'm nasty.But I can be nice to if you're nice to me.You hate me,I hate you 10 times more.You love me,I love you 100 times more.Ok &lt;em&gt;la&lt;/em&gt;.I'm tired.Better go to sleep.Oh,and by the way,I got an A2 for my Malay!Hooray!And I've been wanting to thank you,Indah,for always listening and talking to me.Thanks &lt;em&gt;chio bu&lt;/em&gt;!Love ya!I feel like I have a sistah!'Til next time,&lt;em&gt;Gracias!Adios..Amigos...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9:34 p.m&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6615689487502822269-2477696804525180576?l=thisisme-honestly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisisme-honestly.blogspot.com/feeds/2477696804525180576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6615689487502822269&amp;postID=2477696804525180576' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6615689487502822269/posts/default/2477696804525180576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6615689487502822269/posts/default/2477696804525180576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisisme-honestly.blogspot.com/2008/03/bored-to-my-ass.html' title='BORED to my ASS!'/><author><name>eldiario</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13359649722689197666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6615689487502822269.post-4721090241416109886</id><published>2008-03-05T04:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-05T05:07:05.986-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sports Day</title><content type='html'>Sigh..Went to CCK stadium just now.Sad &lt;em&gt;ah&lt;/em&gt;.The House Champion last year was Purple House.But unfortunately,it wasn't the House of the year this year.Blue House won.But never mind &lt;em&gt;la&lt;/em&gt;.Congrats to all Blue House participants!Especially to one particular person(ahem,ahem!).Ran for the 4x100 realy event.But we lost.As I was nearing Syazwani to pass her the baton,stupid Amsyar disturbed me and said that I ran "relak".&lt;em&gt;Mesti ah&lt;/em&gt;.Hehe!But at least even if I was laid-back,I managed to be the second person to pass the baton to the next runner.The Blue House girl passed it to her friend first.Also climbed on that platform thingy to receive my silver medal for getting second for shot putt.Oh yeah!Actually,according to Joceleen,I was supposed to join them for the 10x200.But they forgot to tell me.Purple's house cheering wasn't so bad.But the Red House won the cup for the best Cheering.And I hate myself!Just now right,the teachers asked all the competitors to go down the stand to the track.So all of the us went down.Then the teachers had this race.Haha!Purple House won.Then prize-giving.After prize-giving,everyone was like walking up the staircase to their respective Houses.So I was climbing the stairs when guess who was beside me.It was the second time that morning that he was beside me while using the stairs.My friend talked to me and I could see from the corner of my eyes that he was looking at me.Probably thinking where he saw me before.I wanted to congratulate him for winning bronze for the 10x200 thingy.And of course,for being the House of the year.But I chickened out.At least I talked to him last night.Yes!I talked to him!I actually talked to him!Oh yeah!Clap for me!Uh-huh,uh-huh,uh-huh,uh-huh,uh-huh!Went to Lot 1 after they dismissed us.We decided to walk.The bus stop was packed like a can of sardine.(Though I wouldn't mind squeezing in if he was on the same bus.).Syazwani,Aisyah,Afiqah and me ate at Long John Silver's.KFC too many people.We talked about serious issues that I wouldn't reveal.Then went to Library.Then to the food court to meet Aryanti and co.They ate ice-kacang before going up to take neoprints.But the shop wasn't there anymore(I already said this on my previous entry right?).I went home alone.Joce and Syaz took the MRT.Afiqah and Aisyah took the LRT.I took the bus.Saw Wan while making my way to the bus interchange.She's grown so tall.Also saw Farhan when I alighted.Farhan as in Mama Blackie.So that was my day.'Til next time,&lt;em&gt;Gracias!Adios..Amigos...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9:06 p.m&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6615689487502822269-4721090241416109886?l=thisisme-honestly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisisme-honestly.blogspot.com/feeds/4721090241416109886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6615689487502822269&amp;postID=4721090241416109886' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6615689487502822269/posts/default/4721090241416109886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6615689487502822269/posts/default/4721090241416109886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisisme-honestly.blogspot.com/2008/03/sports-day.html' title='Sports Day'/><author><name>eldiario</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13359649722689197666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6615689487502822269.post-8467180657320120933</id><published>2008-03-04T03:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-04T04:04:34.208-08:00</updated><title type='text'>House preparations</title><content type='html'>Stayed back until 6:30 p.m just now in school to help out with House preparations.It was kinda fun.But I'm really tired so I'm just going to be here for a while.Talked to Indah with Tricia for quite some time before Zi Ru tricked me into thinking that Mdm Latifah's already in the IT room.And I was 5 minutes late for school today.Thank goodness there was no need for any name writing.I cried on the way to school.The damn 985 was so slow that I decided to follow Jaya and rode 187.I went down too when he went down.975 was in front of the 187 bus when we alighted.But I couldn't board it since my ez-link card has no more credit left.So I walked all the way to school.On the way,I stopped for a while and cried.Then I continued walking.So if I didn't stop,maybe I would have been in time.I promise to wake up earlier next time.Oh,and yay!Tomorrow's sport's day!I am sooooooo EXCITED!But I'm nervous too.I'm going for the 4x100 relay and my friends say I have to receive a price for getting second in shot putt.Oh yeah!But what if I trip?I better stop thinking about such things.Ok then.I want to take an early sleep.'Til next time,&lt;em&gt;Gracias!Adios..Amigos...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8:04 p.m&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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preparations'/><author><name>eldiario</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13359649722689197666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6615689487502822269.post-2381038328757634174</id><published>2008-03-03T03:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-03T04:05:47.246-08:00</updated><title type='text'>House-cheering</title><content type='html'>Just got back from school.Damn &lt;em&gt;ah&lt;/em&gt;,the teachers.They didn't tell us that there was going to be a house-practice for house-cheering today until this morning.One of the PE teachers announced after flag-raising in the parade square.I was like,"What the toot!".Thank goodness I didn't say it so loudly.So I hurried and cancelled all of my dates(as if) and appointments.Firdani wrote my name cause I was noisy.Mrs Liaw saw it and asked Joce to write my name with the rests of the names in the class diary.Great!Just great.Now I think I'll have to fill out an offence form.So I was really quiet and in a bad mood during the whole english lesson.But I cheered up eventually.Who cares?Mrs Liaw didn't issue me an offence form.So as long as no offence form,I'm happy.Went to Lot 1 with Yue Lin,Syazwani,Zi Ru and Puay Yun after school.We decided to kill time there while waiting for 4 p.m to come.We couldn't decide where to eat when we arrived there.Actually,we decided on Long John's Silver.I had already took the escalator going down to Long John's when I realized Yue Lin and the rest were still standing in front of Pizza Hut.So I walked up the escalator.God!I nearly fell down the escalator.Thank goodness I managed to get hold of the hand rail in time.I am so not going to walk up a moving down escalator in future.After much argument,we finally decided to change our plans and go to Pizza Hut instead.Took a lot of pics with Zi Ru there since I was sitting next to her.The rest were sitting in front of us.I took more pics when the food arrived.This was going to be proof if someone asked us where we ate.We oredered Hawaiian and BBQ supreme chicken.There was a group of about 8 malay lower sec guys from BPGH sitting near us.There was this guy who kept catching my eye.And he kept smiling.He would have passed for my taste but he grossed me out when he revealed green bell pepper stuck in between his teeth once.I was so disgusted that I tried to look at my own food as much as possible.Syazwani's pizza flew off her plate once while she was cutting her pizza.I was so amused that I laughed so hard that I snorted once.Which sent them laughing more.After eating,Yue Lin's boyfriend was waiting for her outside of Pizza Hut.He's a Sec 5 student in Hong Kah(Zi Ru and me call it Hong Kan which is "fuck" in chinese).And I must say that he's UGLY.Please &lt;em&gt;lah&lt;/em&gt; sis!You're so pretty and yet you picked a frog prince to be your boyfriend.They kept following us so we walked quickly.Stalkers.We lost them when we went inside a lift lobby.Yue Lin was afraid they'd find us so I led them to the staircase and went up to the third floor.We ended up going to the library.We were so noisy that the librarian shot us the evil eye.Zi Ru and Puay Yun so fun because like hide and seek.Haha!But they found us after sometime.Haiz.We wanted to take neoprints.But we couldn't go in the arcade.And the neoprint shop closed down.So we went back to school.Back at school,they thought us some cheers.There were 15 in total but then only manage to teach us 7.One was really funny.I don't really remember the lyrics.But I'll post them after the sports day which is on Wednesday!Woohoo!So excited!And nervous.I must go for the 4x100m relay.Must focus.Cannot look at the bleachers for you-know-who.I'm the second runner.A very important position according to Ms See.I won't reaveal why now.Maybe next time.But not now.I'm so tired my eyes are closing.'Til next time,&lt;em&gt;Gracias!Adios..Amigos...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8:05 p.m&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6615689487502822269-2381038328757634174?l=thisisme-honestly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisisme-honestly.blogspot.com/feeds/2381038328757634174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6615689487502822269&amp;postID=2381038328757634174' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6615689487502822269/posts/default/2381038328757634174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6615689487502822269/posts/default/2381038328757634174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisisme-honestly.blogspot.com/2008/03/house-cheering.html' title='House-cheering'/><author><name>eldiario</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13359649722689197666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6615689487502822269.post-6777179825444431223</id><published>2008-02-28T02:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-28T03:30:39.026-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today,as usual,went to school and blah blah blah blah.After PCAS(Pastoral Care/Assembly),I went to Mcdonald's with Joceleen,Syazwani and Nabillah(sori &lt;em&gt;eh.Aku tak tahu&lt;/em&gt; spell &lt;em&gt;namer korang&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;em&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;Saw Mr Chan at the bus stop drinking something out of a pink cup(what the hell was that beverage?) before going to Mc so tried to get away from him.Seriously,I don't know why they wanted to get away from him.He's really friendly.One of my fave teachers.A lot of girls admire him(admire as in &lt;em&gt;steady&lt;/em&gt;! &lt;em&gt;la.&lt;/em&gt;Not admire admire.If you get what I mean.Well,ok fine.A lot of them admire him 'cuz they say he has a great bod.But some admire him 'coz he's friendly in a sort of teenager friendly.).So after ordering Mcdonald take-out,we were like waititng for the bus when I had this instinct that I should look at my mobile(sigh.I miss using "hand phone".But according to Mrs Liaw,my English teacher,we are not allowed to use hand phone.It's either "cell phone" or "mobile phone".).So I did.And I saw a message and 6 missed calls.6!So I thought,"Ohh--kayy.This person,whoever it is,needs me urgently."My hands were actually shaking while I was pressing at the buttons.And then I saw Natasha's name at the top of the message.Her message read,"Kim,I want to meet u!".I got really worried and asked her what was up.She said she was feeling like shit.So I asked her where she wanted to meet me.She said under her block so I tried my best to get there ASAP.I wanted to take a taxi but she said no need.Finally,the bus came.And then...alamak.Let's fast-forward.When I came down,I ran all the way from the bus stop to her void deck.And there I saw my sweet,little Shashi.Looking really down and upset while listening to music in her mobile.I asked her what was wrong but it seemed like she didn't want to talk about it.So I dropped it.For a moment,at least.Then I asked her if she wanted to go to Westmall or something but she said no need.So I asked her again why she was so down and she said,"Can we not talk about it here?"And I was like "Sure."So we walked towards Dazhong and she talked about what was bugging her on the way.And her problem was really disturbing.I can't believe how people could be so much like Satan.I think they're his servants or something.Anyway,I wouldn't publish her problem 'coz it's really confidential.So we walked past the field and saw soccer boys playing.I was so happy and sad at the same time."I used to run around that field,"I said to her.Ira,whom we saw a while ago,caught up with us and we watched for a bit longer.I saw "Donkey" and he was still the same.Scolding people all the time.Also saw Cikgu Ismail.Crazy Ira told us her crazy plan.We ran towards where Cikgu was standing nearest to and shouted "Hi Cikgu!".Cikgu and the bitchy clique turned towards us.Cikgu smiled but the Clique looked disappointed.Probably because Cikgu's attention wasn't focused on them completely.It was kind of hard communicating with him 'coz of the fence and of the mini-longkang seperating the fence from the field.After that,Nat said she wanted to go to Mc to buy ice-cream.She said she was really hungry when we got there so she decided to but coke and McChicken instead.I got a choco sundae.Fast-forward again.After eating,on the way home,she said she wanted to but &lt;em&gt;air batu&lt;/em&gt; from the&lt;em&gt; makcik.&lt;/em&gt;But then got one guy seating at the steps of the Makcik's house.So we decided not to.I asked Shashi to wink at him so that he give her for free.But she said she's not as bitchy as me.Haha.And then blah,blah,blah.We hung out at the playground near her block.But then I needed to go to the toilet urgently.I ate too much ice-cream.So had to go home.Thank goodness I didn't get scolded by the wardens(my parents,the prison-keeper) when I got home.I was really tired but it was worth it to see Shashi smiling again.'Til next time,&lt;em&gt;Gracias!Adios..Amigos...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7:30 p.m&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6615689487502822269-6777179825444431223?l=thisisme-honestly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6615689487502822269.post-7800224751979567051</id><published>2008-02-27T03:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-27T04:54:49.636-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Heats-2nd day</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Alamak&lt;/em&gt;!That teacher is a total bitch!I can't believe her!Not only did she waste my money,she humiliated me,no,make that us(me and my friends),in front of a whole lot of people.Ok.Here's the deal.So after fucking mass reading finally finished,she dismissed all of the Sec 2 and 1 classes except for 1/2,1/3 and 1/4.For a moment,there was this "What the-?" moment.Then hushed whispers.Which turned into loud whispers.Then the Bitch suddenly said into the damn microphone,"You have a long appointment with me."Then she started saying that the reason she made us stay back was because she wanted to talk to us about not passing up work.So she started calling names.Whoever's name was called must stay back.So after calling a few names from the two classes,she got to our class and suddenly shouted,"You people shouldn't even be here!"Duh!It doesn't mean that we were the first express class that we were supposed to be perfect,right?So she started calling names.And she didn't say my name.So I was really relieved because I was index number 2 yet the girl she called was already index number 3.So I was like,"Yeah!I am SAFE!"Then the moment I finished my sentence,she suddenly said "Kimberly".My friends and classmates laughed so I just laughed along with them and joined the rest of the group.After she finally sorted out everyone,she said,"Who here has sports heats today?Too bad!You're not playing for your house.Sorry to say that.Wait,why am I even apologising?It's your problem.Not mine."Then she said,"If you have your homework with you now,give it to me now.Then I'll let you off."So I gave her mine.And she let me off.I was about to go off but I decided to go with Nora.We were late for the event.No.Make that Nora was late.I wasn't involved.I jus wanted to &lt;em&gt;sebok&lt;/em&gt;.Nora wanted to take the bus but I said that a taxi would be faster.She asked me if I have any cash and i said I had some.So we decided to split whatever the cost was going to be.But then Ramdan and Ziqi,her two guy friends, were running towards us.So I asked her if she wanted them to go with us.She asked them to run faster so they did.And they took the taxi with us.I took the front seat 'coz I didn't know her friends well.We payed $4 to get to the CCK stadium.But her friends only had a few cents(what the fish!) so Nora and I just split the $4.Turned out we were earlier than the people who were released early.I met Regine,Haziq and Syafiq there.Turned out Syafiq was a real comedian.very funny &lt;em&gt;sak&lt;/em&gt;!I laugh like hell.But then got some people kill joy say I flirt with them.Please &lt;em&gt;lah&lt;/em&gt;!After some time,got tired of just watching so we decided to go Lot 1.Regine said she was going to treat me.So we snucked out.Syafiq and Regine led me to this staircase.Then when we reached the bottom,the door was locked.Haiz.Suddenly,Syafiq had a brilliant idea.There were squares all over the walls you see.So Syafiq threw his bag out of a square and crawled out of the square.Head-first.Then I also copy.But I could not do it head-first.So i went out feet first.When Regine's turn came,she could not do it.I said that maybe her boobs too big and we laughed another round again(Lotz of laughing just now).She went out through the stadium's bleachers.But then Haziq,who they were avoiding fo a reason I'm totally unaware of saw her.So he tagged along.And that's when the marathon started.We ran all the way to the bus stop because 300/307 was coming.We alighted near Lot 1 and then ate at KFC.While we were eating,Haziq went down to buy eclair from the "Polar" shop.After that,we went home.Haziq and Regine took 300/307(sorry,can't remember the number).Syafiq took 172 or something.I took the 985 bus.So that's how it ended.Actually,my day wasn't that bad.It was kind of fun.Especially at the stadium and at Lot 1.I've got to go now.Regine and Syafiq are waiting for me in the chatroom.'Til next time.&lt;em&gt;Gracias!Adios..Amigos...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8:54 p.m&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6615689487502822269-7800224751979567051?l=thisisme-honestly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisisme-honestly.blogspot.com/feeds/7800224751979567051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6615689487502822269&amp;postID=7800224751979567051' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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hate to admit this,but I miss school.At least in school,I have someone to talk to.Most of all,I miss my friends.And netball.And everything &lt;em&gt;lah&lt;/em&gt;.No point listing things down.And I swear that one more minute at home and I'll be a pig by Monday(which I so don't want to be because:1)I don't want to look fat and 2)even though I'm not a Muslim,I HATE pork.Eww...I'm thinking of becoming a vegan or seafood-ian.Meat freaks the hell out of me nowadays.).All I do all day is sleep.Eat.Sleep again.Watch DVDs.Pig out on Pizza Hut Delievery and Ben&amp;amp;Jerry's while watching DVDs.Sleep again.Call for take-out again.I think that I've had almost every food in the directory delievered.And now,I feel sick.I think it was the Coleslaw.I hate the KFC coleslaw.Didn't want to eat it but Mom said that I need to at least eat a spoonful before throwing it away since I bought it.I knew I shouldn't have bought a set.I should've just bought the chicken and the cheese fries individually.Oh.I can feel it.It's in my throat right now and if I don't let it out,I'm going to barf all over my "precious new SONY laptop"(according to my mom.I mean,jeez.She bought it like,last month?It's not exactly new.Get over it Mom!And I hate the colour.I wanted the black one but she insisted that I take the pink one since my Dad already bought the black one.I know I sound like a spoiled brat.But I really want the black one!).OK.I really gotta go.I think I'm going to throw up.'Til next time.&lt;em&gt;Gracias!Adios..Amigos...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4:26 p.m&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6615689487502822269-7030683144587972919?l=thisisme-honestly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisisme-honestly.blogspot.com/feeds/7030683144587972919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6615689487502822269&amp;postID=7030683144587972919' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6615689487502822269/posts/default/7030683144587972919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6615689487502822269/posts/default/7030683144587972919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisisme-honestly.blogspot.com/2008/02/feeling-sick.html' title='Feeling sick!'/><author><name>eldiario</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13359649722689197666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6615689487502822269.post-8965353757559180613</id><published>2008-02-06T02:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-06T03:25:15.738-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Went to school as per normal just now.The moment flag-raising finished,and everyone started going back to class,I was like,'What the hell!Why're we going back?How about the CNY celebration?'.And my question hung there in the air(I mean in my head),until the art relief teacher said that unfortunately,there was no CNY celebration.I nearly burst into tears.I was so used to celebrating festive seasons in Dazhong that I forgot that I wasn't in Dazhong anymore.But all that was forgotten when we went up to the art room after stinking English.I LOVE the art room.Not because I love art but because HIS class is right in front of the art room.Everytime pass by confirm can see HIM.But I try to keep my cool.Make sure that I keep a low profile.Don't want to activate any girl-in-love alarm.But I can't help but notice that his eyes linger on me often nowadays.Why &lt;em&gt;ah&lt;/em&gt;?Does he know 'bout my pathetic little(ok,fine.MAJOR) crush on him?If so,who the hell told him?But maybe it's just my imagination.Maybe Cupid's arrow dug so deep in my heart that my imaginations tend to go wild.Anyway,enough 'bout him.Let's fast-forward to after school.I speed-walked from the scool gate to the bus stop(strictly NO running in CCKS.Unless you want boys focusing on your upper hump or your reputation to plunge down.Running in CCKS is considered uncool.Everyone's so laid back that they'd rather be late for school than run)hoping that the bus won't arrive.Unfortunately,the bus did come.I let it miss 'cause I was supposed to wait for Yuk Sing.Winnie joined me a while later.The bus came again and I decided to take the bus.Then I just SMSed Yuk Sing to apologize for not waiting for her.Saw Nadiah with her Teck Whye friends at the next bus stop.I caught her eye and mouthed if she was going to Dazhong.She shook her head and I didn't have a chance to reply because the damn bus lurched forward so violently that I nearly grabbed the guy's crotch who was sitting in front of me.I just realized that I was in the same bus with Kevin and Go Chen(hehe!Sorry &lt;em&gt;eh&lt;/em&gt;.I don't know how to spell so I spell anyhow) when GQ/GC talked to me near Swiss Cottage.He asked me if I was going back to school.Winnie went down then.She's going back to Hong Kah(Not fair &lt;em&gt;leh&lt;/em&gt;.How come Hong Kah and Lianhua allow their ex students to go in?).Walked to school with Kevin and GC/GQ.Jia Wei went back home.I was so excited that I practically ran from the bus stop to Dazhong.But Rui Yun and Yu Xin were the only people there.We hugged each other and talked about our new lives.Then Sock Hui and Yuan Xin came.Then A few more.Eveytime a girl arrives,we confirm hug them.Kaiser came too.I ran towards him to give him a hug but he ran away.The annoying brat pinched my cheek like crap that I could feel my cheek burn.Before I realized it,the place was filled with last year's P6es.Hasnun and his friend passed by,but I acted like I didn't know him.I'm lying if I said my heart didn't skipped a beat(why is it that every time I write an entry it always sounds like a novel or something?).He's still handsome.But I guess I've got to move on and be who I am.I just don't belong here I hope you understand(Now,I start singing.HAHAHA!I'm going mad!).I got tired of waiting of for Lia,Shashi and Iqah that Elaine and Jo went to the CD shop to borrow a movie and Xiao Mei and I went to 7-eleven to buy Slurpee.On the way back,we passed Sock Hui and she said that the Swiss clique had arrived.Walked-speed again.Excited &lt;em&gt;ah&lt;/em&gt;.After crossing the road,Lia spotted us and ran towards us.Haha!She's developed into a Psycho.So I ran too.And I bet we looked like love-crossed lovers.Running towards each other.I felt like I was in a movie.Everything was slow motion.Finally,after what seemed like centuries,we reached each other and hugged so tightly that I thought I'll never breathe again.More hugging.Farah was there too.I was so happy that a tear ran down my cheek.But I don't think anyone noticed it.Jenny also came.And I did the same thing that I always did back when we were in P6.The 'Ah Gong' crap.But he ran away from me as well.Hah!As if I'll really hug them.Went to Mc with Farah,Shashi,Iqah,Ira,Nurul and Atiqah(Lia went off with her clique to meet Wu Ping).But I don't know where Nurul and Atiqah went off.We ate and talked just like old times.Bliss!We &lt;em&gt;lepak&lt;/em&gt; after eating.And I finally saw Iqah's admirer.I guess he's OK.We went out of Mc and he passed by I didn't realize it until Iqah said that he just passed by.So Shashi and I ran to catch up with him.He turned round and looked at us.Then he started to speed-walk.And,this is the creepy part,he suddenly disappeared.I lost sight of him.I think he thought we were freaks stalking him.Maybe we were too &lt;em&gt;semangat&lt;/em&gt;?(Shashi,have you forgotten our spying days?)We went to the "exercise place" and hung out there 'til 1.Everyone went back home after that.Ira said that the next time we'll see each other is on Dazhong's Open-house day.But that is like,in July?Can't wait so long &lt;em&gt;lah&lt;/em&gt;.I want to see you guys soon.So that was how my day went today.Very happy &lt;em&gt;ah&lt;/em&gt;.I'm still single&lt;em&gt;(Alamak!&lt;/em&gt;I like selling myself &lt;em&gt;leh).&lt;/em&gt;To anyone who wants to visit my school,let me teach you a tip.My school has lots of flirts and pervs.So if you go there,make sure you are flirty too.There's this guy in my malay class who said that my mouth looks like Angelina Jolie's,full and very sexy.I figured out he was flirting with me so I smiled and said that he looked like Brad Pitt even though he was far from it.He &lt;em&gt;pai seyy&lt;/em&gt; and walked off.That's how you fight fire with fire.Like what only.I mean seriously,does my mouth looks like Angelina's?I don't think so.As much as I want it to be,it's not going to happen.Then got one more want to take my picture anyhow.I HATE taking pictures so I didn't talk to him until he deleted it.And a whole lot of other perverts.More tips next time!'Til next time.&lt;em&gt;Gracias!Adios..Amigos...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7:24 p.m&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6615689487502822269-8965353757559180613?l=thisisme-honestly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisisme-honestly.blogspot.com/feeds/8965353757559180613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6615689487502822269&amp;postID=8965353757559180613' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6615689487502822269/posts/default/8965353757559180613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6615689487502822269/posts/default/8965353757559180613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisisme-honestly.blogspot.com/2008/02/went-to-school-as-per-normal-just-now.html' title=''/><author><name>eldiario</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13359649722689197666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6615689487502822269.post-673017548359939964</id><published>2008-01-31T00:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-31T01:44:42.357-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Haiyah&lt;/em&gt;!Long time no see!Or perhaps it should be long time no write.I used to think that I was going to die in Chua Chu Kang Sec.But now that I know what life's like here,maybe I won't die after all.GREAT teachers.GREAT classmates.GREAT friends.GREAT guys.I'm practically in PARADISE.Everything here rocks!And ok,I hate to admit this,but I did flirt with some of my seniors during the orientation periods.I know,I know.I know you think I've developed into a little bitch.But duh!They were the ones who wanted to.Seriously.Not me.And it's merely &lt;em&gt;playful banter&lt;/em&gt;.Nothing serious or bitchy.And maybe I over-reacted on the teacher part.They're good.But not so GREAT.Maybe great.'Coz they always give us loads of homework.Like in D&amp;amp;T,Mrs Lee and Ms Lim gave 8 pieces of homework.Then they assigned us this project.We need to create a bridge that can support 10 kg.How impssible is that?And it's a minor one.Meaning it will reflect on our CA grade.But only a bit &lt;em&gt;la&lt;/em&gt;.It's a minor one after all.And the list doesn't end there.We have another project.History this time.And to be done by Monday.Then we have upcoming quizzes.So while I'm blogging,I'm researching for my history project,studying for my history,geography,english and science quizzes.We just had the maths quiz just now.And guess what?Out of 20 questions,I only managed to do 5!No time.And the questions are ultra hard!So I'm in big trouble tomorrow.Mrs Ching confirm scold me.Away from the subject of subjects(nice rhyming),I got into the netball varsity team!How great is that!But Coach very fierce if we don't do our work properly.I put drama second.No offense,but their skills are not up to Dazhong's.Even little children could do what they did.Then moving on to the guys.All of the boys in my year are not upm to the standard.Most of the ultra smokin' hotty hot hotties are seniors.Specifically Sec 2s.But I'm not so sure.I don't really look around.Every time I go to school,I always look down.So I only see Sec 2s during recess and I rarely see any Sec3s.4s and 5s.But I'm sure also got hot upper-secs &lt;em&gt;la&lt;/em&gt;.Just that I'm too chicken to look around.But whatever I do,I don't like any of them.I don't know why.Even the hottest one I still don't want.I only want one guy.My PSL.How hard is that.Norah says he's not so handsome.But who cares?I only like him 'coz he's sweet.And kind.And funny.Everything I want in a guy.And I guess I don't want to like a hot guy.Especially one that is out of my league.So I'll just be satisfied with liking a normal guy who's special in my eyes.And by the way,to Syaz and Siti.I don't like Mr C,k.Sure he's macho and all(and hunky for some people).But please &lt;em&gt;la&lt;/em&gt;.He's way too old for me.He's like,in his early 30s or late 20s?And to the girls who're mad when Mr C talked to me.Don't worry.He only asked me to participate in the sports carnival for shot put.And then,of course.I made new friends.Too many to put down.I'm really happy to be here.And I don't think I won't exchange CCKS for anything.&lt;em&gt;Gracias!Adios,Amigos!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.If you were wondering why I always put the same thing at the end,I'm just using Spanish so that my Granny will be happy.Remember?I have Spanish blood?And Chinese?And Malay?And Indonesian.Or did I say that already?Blah!Who cares?I just want to remind you.Hope you don't mind!And I miss all of my friends in Dazhong too!(Later you guys &lt;em&gt;merajuk&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5:40 p.m&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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title=''/><author><name>eldiario</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13359649722689197666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6615689487502822269.post-8524112912329865613</id><published>2008-01-05T20:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-05T21:42:13.339-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life in CCKSS</title><content type='html'>School started on Wednesday but I've only got time to update my blog now.Busy &lt;em&gt;lah.&lt;/em&gt;So to make up for the lost time,I'll tell you everything now.First day of school,assembled at the parade square.Took a while to figure out where to sit.I was like checking out the signs but I really had no idea where to sit.So I asked a couple of girls where the Sec 1s where.Turned out they were prefects and one of them,Jasmine,was my PSL(Peer Support Leader).She was VERY friendly and led me to my place.Then I sat down there in silence.So many new faces!Flag-raising ceremony then went up to the hall where Mr Kong(He really reminds me of Mr Alvin Tan.The look,the walk.Everything.) gave a speech.Then the principal's address.Don't remember if Mr Kong told us the joke on the first or second day of school but it was quite silly.He said that his name wouldn't be so nice if he was a King.Gets?If you really don't get it then I'll cut the chase and tell you directly.King Kong.Now you get it?Ok.Never mind.He's really quite funny.But sometimes,he's really nasty.After the talk,went back to class.Usual crap &lt;em&gt;lah&lt;/em&gt;.In class,Ms Ong,my form teacher started briefing us about class rules and all.I'll skip this part.Really boring.Except for the part where she takes the attendance and she thought that my name Cainday.She pronounced it as Candy.God!That teacher &lt;em&gt;ah.&lt;/em&gt;So blur.Then break.It was so sucky.Nobody to hang out with.Everyone in my class was so blur.We sat down there looking into thin air.And I even went to the toilet and cried for a bit.Yeah.I know it's really pathetic.But I felt lost.And everyone I see reminds me of someone in Dazhong.After break,things started to improve.We assembled at the void deck where Mr Kong talked to us again(I know,I know.Really a lot of talks here in CCKSS.And Mr Kong's everywhere.Tsk.).We then went back to class wher the PSLs arranged some games for us.For the two days of orientation,we played human knots,animal line up and the usual team-building games.We also spent Thursday thinking of what we'd like to perform on Friday.We decided on a skit and then started rehearsing straight away.Our class was so noisy 'coz everyone was always laughing.We performed the skit on Friday.We didn't win but we were very very happy that our class managed to work together.Unfortunately,Friday was the last day of orientation.The PSLs gave us sweets and files and even gave us their handphone numbers and e-mails.I swear I felt a tear roll down my cheek.I've only known them for 3 days yet I felt very close to them.I'll never forget them.Jasmine,Juma'at,Luqman,Kok Ho,Andy,Indah,Christina,Firman and Ramius.Thanks for being good older brothers and sisters to us.Haiz..I finally feel like I belong here.Except that I sometimes think that CCKSS is kinda weird.I mean the first express class starts at 1/4(Yay!I'm in the first class!But the first class is really boring!Nerds and geeks and girlys!Ah!I'd rather be in the 3rd or 4th class).Then 1/1 is the normal technical class.1/2 and 1/3 are the normal academic classes.But apart from that,I feel good.And I can say that I'm happy with being free.Being single rocks!Although my class's male PSLs are good-looking,I can say that I don't feel a thing for them.I still miss my friends at Dazhong.But I think that it's time I moved on.Of course,Dazhong and my old friends will always be in my heart and can never repace anyone else.That's all.Nothing else to say.'Til next time,&lt;em&gt;Gracias!Adios..Amigos...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.42 p.m&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6615689487502822269-8524112912329865613?l=thisisme-honestly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisisme-honestly.blogspot.com/feeds/8524112912329865613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6615689487502822269&amp;postID=8524112912329865613' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6615689487502822269/posts/default/8524112912329865613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6615689487502822269/posts/default/8524112912329865613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisisme-honestly.blogspot.com/2008/01/life-in-cckss.html' title='Life in CCKSS'/><author><name>eldiario</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13359649722689197666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6615689487502822269.post-3198603167870677445</id><published>2007-12-30T00:56:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-30T01:22:22.049-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Message to all my friends out there</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;This is a message to all of my friends out there.I'LL MISS YOU GUYS TERRIBLY!You don't know how much all of you mean to me.Our happy moments will always and forever be in my mind.Well,not just the happy moments.Even the sad ones.All of you will always be in my heart.I hope that one day,all of us could have a school reunion one day.I wish that all of you will do the same.I mean I wish that all of you will never forget our time.I'll miss each and every one of you for your own unique ways.Lia for always lending me a helping hand,a listening ear,a shoulder to cry on and all that crap(like when I have some problem or when I need help in Maths).Shashi for being a good friend(I'll never forget the times when we fool and joke around,cutie).Iqah for always being the party-pooper(no &lt;em&gt;lah&lt;/em&gt;.Joking only.I mean I won't forget you for playing a part in my life once.And of course,for being my friend.)Sorry for not mentioning some names.It's just that if I write everyone down,I won't have enough space.Just remember that I love and miss you all!Ciao,baby!See you all soon.Don't forget to got to Dazhong first day of school and on teacher's day!I'm lucky for having wonderful friends like you!I'll always treasure and cherish all of you!Bye!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;5:22 p.m&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6615689487502822269-3198603167870677445?l=thisisme-honestly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisisme-honestly.blogspot.com/feeds/3198603167870677445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6615689487502822269&amp;postID=3198603167870677445' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6615689487502822269/posts/default/3198603167870677445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6615689487502822269/posts/default/3198603167870677445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisisme-honestly.blogspot.com/2007/12/message-to-all-my-friends-out-there.html' title='Message to all my friends out there'/><author><name>eldiario</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13359649722689197666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6615689487502822269.post-5816464464186343517</id><published>2007-12-30T00:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-30T00:55:57.560-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fresh start.</title><content type='html'>Awww,shucks!Guess what(although you would have guessed already.)?I didn't manage to get into Swiss.Yes!For reals!How bad is that?I feel so..I don't know.Dissappointed(people,people.Please feel free to correct my grammar or spelling mistakes.)?Although not so much that I want to kill myself.Maybe dissappointed because I didn't do my best and ended up in Chua Chu Kang Secondary School.The school itself is not so bad.Actually,now that I think of it,I don't mind going there.Passing is good enough for me.I used to think that I must go to the same school as my friends so that I'll have familiar faces around me.But after a while,I got used to the fact that this is where I'm supposed to be.This is where Fate want me to be.So why test Fate when I could just do whatever it has in store for me.Though I believe that I could change Fate if I just tried.But that would be quite a hustle and I hate trouble.So anyway,back to the story,I decided that if this is where I'm meant to be,then so be it.It doesn't mean that I'm some kind of retard if I go to CCK.It doesn't mean that I can't achieve great things here.All I'm going to do is to focus on my studies for now.Make sure that I could be as clever as Lia or Iqah.Then I'll start looking for schools offering scholarships overseas.It's not like my parents can't afford to send me overseas to continue my studies.It's just that I want to be offered a scholarship so that I could prove to my parents that I'm smart enough.Gets?But then I made this promise to Lia.So I think that I should keep a promise.Moving on,I'm really looking forward to the next level in my life.I hope that every day will go smoothly.That's all I can say.'Til next time,&lt;em&gt;Gracias!Adios..Amigos...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4:55 p.m&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6615689487502822269-5816464464186343517?l=thisisme-honestly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisisme-honestly.blogspot.com/feeds/5816464464186343517/comments/default' title='Post 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6615689487502822269.post-7803796526728076306</id><published>2007-12-12T05:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-12T06:11:21.148-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Missing Declaration</title><content type='html'>Oh man!I miss my friends BIG BIG time!I'm sure everyone out there is having fun.Some went overseas.Or to their hometowns.Or to some holiday camp.Or just even out to chill with their friends.Yet here I am.All alone.In my cute-sy little home.Watching soppy dramas.Or eating.Seriously,I feel and think that I gained a LOT of weight.I feel so heavy walking around.And I'm starting to see a bump in my tummy?I'm not so sure.But I think it's just my hallucination.My normally flat stomach is nowkind of big?Of course &lt;em&gt;lah&lt;/em&gt;.It's obvious.Instead of playing sports during P.E. and during CCA time,here I am.Sitting in front of the T.V. eating large bags of chips,big tubs of ice-cream,a whole box of pizza(yeah,believe or not,I can eat a whole box),cans of soft drink,bars of chocolate and other unhealthy junk.My fantasy of basking in the sun(maybe in Miami.I heard that the beaches there are fantatsic) in some yellow bikini(hahaha.I know &lt;em&gt;lah&lt;/em&gt;!I'm always very shabby in school and look like I'm fat but I'm actually shapely?hahaha!I am sooooo THICK-SKINNED) just went down the drain.How pathetic is that?Actually,my parents were planning to go back to the Philippines but unfortunately,I,the evil villain,disagreed because of the PSLE bullshit.Then when I finally agreed,there were no tickets left.So in the end,here I am,stuck at home with nothing to do.And to make things WORSE,my parents are totally STRICT!As in strict to the MAX!So I can't even go out with friends.Well,unless I really beg her.But what I don't understand is why isn't she batting an eyelid(or was ot 'an eyelash'?I could never get this kind of things right) when I go out alone?As in when I tell her that I'm just going down to buy something or I'm going to the mall to return books or go shopping,she usually agrees very easily.So how?I know &lt;em&gt;lah.&lt;/em&gt;You think I inherited some of my weirdness from my parents.Right?Hahahaha!It's OK.I'm going to know which school I've been posted to next week.I wish I could really just go to Swiss.The prospect of having new people arund is making me kinda nervous so I really wish that I could be somewhere with my friends.Wish me luck!'Til next time,&lt;em&gt;Gracias!Adios..Amigos...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6615689487502822269-7803796526728076306?l=thisisme-honestly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisisme-honestly.blogspot.com/feeds/7803796526728076306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6615689487502822269.post-6672746284307076390</id><published>2007-11-29T07:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-29T07:52:38.210-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A broken leg</title><content type='html'>There's this story going around that I broke my leg.And of course there are a lot of versions too.So if you want the real deal,I'm bringing it to you in a golden platter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There I was cycling with my bro and my jinx-y 15-year-old(Now then I know her age.I am so blur) cousin Ella.I suddenly felt very thirsty so I went to a nearby mama-shop(near Shashi's house) and bought a 100+.As I was going back to my bike,my brother pedalled past me and accidentally-on-purpose ran his bike over my toe.Of course it hurt,but I felt better after I cursed him.I left them after that and went home,still feeling pissed about my toe.Once I reached home,I rested for a while,then took a bath.After my refreshing bath,I suddenly had a craving for chocolates so I decided to head down to buy some cadbury's and hershey's.The thing is I took the stairs.I was in the 4th storey when I heard a familiar SMS tone.So i took out my handphone and saw Ella's number.I opened the message which read,"Why'd u go home?Did John hurt u with that performance of his?Oops!I mean did John hurt u by running u over?Sori 2 hear 'bout ur innocent little accident.Better luck next time!".The bitch.I decided to get back at her.I started SMSing furiously.As I was nearing the 2nd floor,I accidentally missed a step and went hurtling down.I fell from like 6 or 7 steps before the landing.Thank goodness noone was there to witness the embarrassing scene.At first,I didn't feel the pain and started laughing.Then the pain kicked in and I started crying silently.Another reason why I laughed is because of this:I thought I was going to die but I lived to tell the tale.'Coz there I was SMSing someone.The next thing I know,I'm flying!And as I was flying I was like,"This is it.This is the moment.I am going to die.I hope everyone remembers me.".Then when I landed I was still breathing.So I went,"Yay!I didn't die!I'm alive!".God!I called my mother and told her to help me.I'd never forget that experience.The weird thing is why can I walk without the crutches after just 3-4 days?I mean it took Elaine some time before she could walk without her crutches when she broke her leg last year.Guess I'm lucky.Plus,don't forget the visits to various doctors,hospitals,massagers.My younger cousins say maybe I'm flexible and have the flexibility power.Puh-leazze!Can they grow up already?My leg is fine now.But I still walk with a limp.My doctor says I could walk properly next week.Hope I really do.Not being able to walk properly SUCKS BIG time.I learnt to appreciate my legs now.'Til next time.&lt;em&gt;Gracias..Adios...Amigos...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11:52 p.m&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6615689487502822269-6672746284307076390?l=thisisme-honestly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisisme-honestly.blogspot.com/feeds/6672746284307076390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6615689487502822269&amp;postID=6672746284307076390' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6615689487502822269/posts/default/6672746284307076390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6615689487502822269/posts/default/6672746284307076390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisisme-honestly.blogspot.com/2007/11/broken-leg.html' title='A broken leg'/><author><name>eldiario</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13359649722689197666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6615689487502822269.post-8613086192910377338</id><published>2007-11-23T04:04:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-23T04:12:48.670-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Passed!</title><content type='html'>Yes!I passed with a passing score of 228 out of 300!Which I'm quite proud of although it's just a humble score.At least I passed.I was expecting a 180+ score but I managed to have 200+.Congratulations,me!Congrats to all of my friends who passed,too.&lt;em&gt;Haiz...&lt;/em&gt;I'm so glad that all the tension's over.But 228 won't get me inside Swiss.But I'll try anyway.Hope I can go in.I have not decided which school to put in the slip.I'm still as confused as ever.What if I can't go to Swiss?Which school should I go to?Blah!Who cares!As for now,I'll be contented with my score and sit back and relax.Leave all the fuss to my parents.They're the ones who're deciding for me anyway.Watch out for my choices on the next following days!As for now.&lt;em&gt;Gracias..Adios...Amigos....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8:12 p.m&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6615689487502822269-8613086192910377338?l=thisisme-honestly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisisme-honestly.blogspot.com/feeds/8613086192910377338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6615689487502822269&amp;postID=8613086192910377338' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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to collect my result tomorrow.What if I didn't manage to make the cut?What if I fail?What if I pass for normal or technical only?I'm scared stiff,man!I don't know what I'll do if I stay back.Maybe I'll just surrender my Permanent Resident title and go back to the Philippines to continue my studies there.I don't want to stay back.I can't stand the disgrace and embarrassment that it will bring.God!Please wish me luck and include me in your prayers!Good luck everyone!I can't write anymore!The anticipation is too much!'Til next time.&lt;em&gt;Gracias!Adios..Amigos...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10:51 p.m&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6615689487502822269-2999858332084776132?l=thisisme-honestly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisisme-honestly.blogspot.com/feeds/2999858332084776132/comments/default' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6615689487502822269.post-5093486521689984566</id><published>2007-11-02T06:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-02T07:04:31.311-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So many activities,so little time</title><content type='html'>Hello,hello!I always don't seem to find any time to blog nowadays due to my schedule(yeah right.Like I'm some kind of superstar.).First off,let me tell you about all the activities that you have missed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Little India on October 30,Tuesday.It wasn't much fun.Only liked the stories and the trip back home.Apart from that,BORING.Sorry,no offense,but I really didn't feel like being on the trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went kayaking on the 31st of November,Wednesday.At first,I really didn't feel all that excited.I was like "Yeah,sure.Kayaking.Yeah!Yahoo!Why did I drag myself here?".But once we reached the lake.I started getting restless.This time I was like "What the-!I can't wait to get into the water!".I didn't have any partner so I partnered up with Hao Yuin(not sure how to spell her name.).It was ok having her as a partner.We covered the whole lake man!And there's only one word and three letters to describe it.It was FUN!Yeah!As in freaking FUN!I've never had so much fun in my life since my family and I went to Genting and Kuala Lumpur.At the beggining of the activity,we were supposed to introduce ourselves to everyone.So everyone who took the kayak's back stood up first and introduced themselves.I got so excited and felt like a daredevil that I stood up first.But I nearly fell into the water due to my foolishness.Then we rowed around until we finally made one full circle around the lake.The instructors played a 'Catch'-like game.We were supposed to row around and catch them.Everyone started rowing like mad,trying to catch them.Once,HY and I were really near one of them.He was out of my reach by a few fingers.I was about to give up when he suddenly taunted me."Haha!You cannot catch me!" he said.So I got determined and stretched my hand further.And I actually touched his kayak.I felt so proud that I was the first one to catch an instructor.In my mind,I could feel my brain cells searching for a perfect word to match the way I feeled.But irony of all ironies,we actually CAPSIZED!Oh my Lord!Our boat turned over and HY and I fell into the water unexpectedly.It all happened too fast and I totally didn't expect us to capsize that I did not have time to process what actually happened.I only realized that we turned over when I went underwater.And then,almost immediately,my brain started working again.This time,it was like,"Oh no.I am going to die.Why do I need to die at such a young age?I don't wanna die yet.".And underwater,the water was so murky that I only saw light coming from above my head.And it was so deep that I could not feel the ground.And almost as suddenly,I popped back up.I heard the instructor's whistle,signalling that it was time for a time out since someone capsized.He instructed us to hold on to his kayak while he turned our kayak over.HY boarded the kayak first.Then me.A few others capsized.Either accidentally or accidentally-on-purpose.Arjun even lost his specs due to his "acidental" capsization"(is there such a word as this?).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Inter-Class 'Captain's Ball' competition was held today.We won the first round against 6/2.Then we lost to 6/p on the next round.Last round,we won against another class.Can't remember.So that moved us up to 2nd place.It felt really good.Some 6/3 girls said there's going to be a Final's next week and we will compete in it.Isn't that great?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway,during the Inter-Class 'Captain's Ball' competition,Lia approached Mdm Tan and asked her about the activities that were going to be held on the Farewell Party on the 14th of Novemeber from 5 to 8 pm.Mdm Tan said that we P6-es will decide what we want.We are in charge of the 'Fashion Parade' and a whole lot of people actually registered!What the hell!We didn't expect anyone to join.But surprise,surprise,even boys signed up!And not only a handful.But a whole lot of boys!Can you believe it?Boys?Immature boys on the runway?Haha!We were in charge of the registration forms,the rules and regulations and the like.So there you have it.6/1 is in charge of the 'Fashion Parade' and the games.6/2's in charge of the deco.6/3's in charge of the Dance Competition.6/p's in charge of costume designing and 6/4's in charge of TalentTime,specifically a Singing contest.Anything else I've missed?Nope.That's all.&lt;em&gt;Gracias!Adios..Amigos...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10:03 p.m&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6615689487502822269-5093486521689984566?l=thisisme-honestly.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6615689487502822269.post-5013034655017656819</id><published>2007-10-26T23:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-26T23:33:50.851-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Comfort food</title><content type='html'>It's been a long long time since I've last updated my blog.Just don't have the energy to do so and I've got nothing to write.Can you imagine?Me?As in me,Kimberly the goddess of gossip,speechless?I don't know.I'm just really really in a state of mood swings.One time,I'm happy.The next thing you know,I'm mad or sad?I mean  just how confusing is that?And what's worse is I eat whenever I'm angry,bored or sad.Comfort food.But thank goodness I don't put on any weight.Of course I wouldn't.After eating I'll suddenly realize that I ate more than I should so I race downstairs to jog or cycle.Another alternative is aerobox.Which means I'll put on a CD in the player and follow whatever I see on the tv.Like when the lady does push-ups,I'll do push-ups too.It's sort of silly doing it for the first time but I eventually get the hang of things after a few sessions.Now,back to my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since there was nothing to do now that the exams have finished,we signed up for activities.You either do swimming or kayaking.And I did kayaking 'coz I know how to swim.I'm really excited man.At first,I wanted to go swimming.I regretted signing up for kayaking.Then I realized that kayaking would be a new experience for me.Apart from that,we have other activities.Like gift-wrapping,and oh,don't forget the sexuality education we get.And for your info,it's not the same as sex education.The teachers teach us about life and many other social things.Like how you shouldn't let a stranger in.Or how you shouldn't have sex before you get married as you might get preggers on accident.And believe me,the story they tell us about good girls doing IT under the influence of their boyfriends and then getting pregnant is SCARY.There was this story about a girl who had to stop her Poly education due to her unwanted pregnancy.And about how she was brave enough to keep her baby.Such a touching story but a sad one too.Moving on,the gift wrapping thing is not as fun as the other activities.Haiz..Anything else I've left behind?Let me check....None.I've covered on all the subjects I wanted to share.So I think that this is where I'll say goodbye.&lt;em&gt;Gracias!Adios..Amigos...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;2:33 p.m&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6615689487502822269-5013034655017656819?l=thisisme-honestly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisisme-honestly.blogspot.com/feeds/5013034655017656819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6615689487502822269&amp;postID=5013034655017656819' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6615689487502822269/posts/default/5013034655017656819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6615689487502822269/posts/default/5013034655017656819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisisme-honestly.blogspot.com/2007/10/comfort-food.html' title='Comfort food'/><author><name>eldiario</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13359649722689197666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6615689487502822269.post-6298720205693772236</id><published>2007-09-21T07:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-21T08:07:34.517-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pointless to try</title><content type='html'>I don't really know what to write and think about nowadays.But anyway,the "anti-OASH" clan has been trying very hard to make peace with OASH.But guess what?OASH is still as stubborn and as obnoxious as ever!That's why it's pointless to even try to make peace with you-know-who!So we're not going to try anymore!To hell with her!I wish she'll &lt;em&gt;berak &lt;/em&gt;badly.Whoopss!I guess that one slipped.But I can really smell something fishy here so if anything is to happen to any one of the "anti-OASH" members,I don't know what I'm going to do.Oh,and by the way,she can laugh all she want.'Coz it's not going to last forever.Sure,she's getting some sympathy(unsure of the spelling) from a few people?But so what?More people are hating her!Ha!Isn't that,like,GREAT?I can smell it.I can smell victory!But of course,I won't let my guard down.You'll never know when a bitch might attack(and yeah,sure.people agree that she does looks like a female dog-also known as a bitch).Ha!Let's see who'll have the last laugh!Yeah,yeah!I can hear you Lia."&lt;em&gt;Aiyah &lt;/em&gt;don't be like that &lt;em&gt;lah.&lt;/em&gt;Very bad &lt;em&gt;leh.&lt;/em&gt;"Yep!I can hear it clearly.But seriously,can you blame us?Yes,I know that it's wrong to talk behind people's back.And you should know that I'm trying not to.But is it not wrong for people to talk behind our back?Don't try to defend her.Put yourself in her shoes.Then put yourself in our shoes.Look at it from different angles.Now,can you finally see it?Yes,I know that we are partly to blame.But should people only blame us.Shouldn't people somehow blame her too?I'm sure that you've seen that we've tried.She's the one who's not trying.What?She wants us to kneel in front of her and beg her to take us back?"Oh please!We are SOOO SORRY!"Do you want us to do that?Well,if yes,then I'd rather eat dog poop than do that.Not in a million years!Pigs might fly!Do it yourself if you want!Oh my God!I've been a very bad girl again.I better go now in case I reveal more dirty secrets.'Til next time.Adios..Amigos...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11:04 p.m&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6615689487502822269-6298720205693772236?l=thisisme-honestly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisisme-honestly.blogspot.com/feeds/6298720205693772236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6615689487502822269&amp;postID=6298720205693772236' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6615689487502822269/posts/default/6298720205693772236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6615689487502822269/posts/default/6298720205693772236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisisme-honestly.blogspot.com/2007/09/pointless-to-try.html' title='Pointless to try'/><author><name>eldiario</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13359649722689197666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6615689487502822269.post-2443115435016870817</id><published>2007-09-14T05:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-14T06:08:18.605-07:00</updated><title type='text'>One step ahead!</title><content type='html'>Yay!I have overcomed yet another exam!We had Listening Comprehension today.The mother tongue's one was kind of tricky.But the English one was a piece of cake.Well,to be honest,almost a piece of cake.There were these 2 questions and I didn't really get what they were trying to get at(no pun intended).But apart from that,it was okay.Now,to my usual ritual of criticizing people(I don't really mean to do it.But I just can't help it.).During the Malay LC,there was this lady there(the invigilator) who completely creeped me out.I don't know why,but there's something about her that creeps me out.You know,she talks like she's a zombie or something?And the way she stares at you like her eyeballs are about to pop?Even now that I'm thinking of it,I can feel the hairs on the back of my neck stand up.And the second invigilator for the English?I think he sorts of remind me of Mr Quek.There's not much about him.Anyway,back to the lady.Is she alive or what?Nah!Who cares?I'm probably not going to cross path with her ever again.Or will I?I just wish that everyone did well just now.Goody Lucky for the rest of the steps we are about to take,everyone!I wish we can overcome all of these steps and achieve our goals!'Til next time.Adios..Amigos...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9:06 p.m&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6615689487502822269-2443115435016870817?l=thisisme-honestly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisisme-honestly.blogspot.com/feeds/2443115435016870817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6615689487502822269&amp;postID=2443115435016870817' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6615689487502822269/posts/default/2443115435016870817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6615689487502822269/posts/default/2443115435016870817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisisme-honestly.blogspot.com/2007/09/one-step-ahead.html' title='One step ahead!'/><author><name>eldiario</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13359649722689197666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6615689487502822269.post-3651103772618769624</id><published>2007-09-05T03:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-05T03:40:14.116-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I miss school</title><content type='html'>I missed two whole days of remedial!What the hell!I'm not sure I'm able to face Mr Lee tomorrow.What if he scolds me for missing two days of remedial?It's not my fault.I &lt;em&gt;berak&lt;/em&gt; like mad yesterday.But it didn't stop until I went to the doc's this morning.I'm okay now.I wonder what I missed.I wonder what's the latest.And of course,I can't wait for the latest scoop I'm going to hear tomorrow from the girls(specifucally:Lia,Shammy and Fion).HHHHAAAAYYYY....'Til next time.Adios..Amigos...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6:39 p.m&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6615689487502822269-3651103772618769624?l=thisisme-honestly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisisme-honestly.blogspot.com/feeds/3651103772618769624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6615689487502822269&amp;postID=3651103772618769624' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6615689487502822269/posts/default/3651103772618769624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6615689487502822269/posts/default/3651103772618769624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisisme-honestly.blogspot.com/2007/09/i-miss-school.html' title='I miss school'/><author><name>eldiario</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13359649722689197666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6615689487502822269.post-9016700605104188787</id><published>2007-09-03T03:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-03T04:17:32.995-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Teacher's Day</title><content type='html'>Yeeessss!I'm finally able to touch the keyboards again!It's been some time since I've posted the latest.Anyway,we celebrated teacher's day last friday.And of course,don't forget ACES Day.Am I supposed to say Yay! or &lt;em&gt;Aiyah!&lt;/em&gt;?It was so LAME!First we needed to do excercise(in which Chan Zhi Kang made a very ungorgivable sin of "accidentally" smacking my &lt;em&gt;piku&lt;/em&gt; with Kevin's hand.Does that deed gets an EEEEWWW! or a YUM!?I think I'll get the latter.Boys are so gross and immature!).Anyway we went to the hall directly after reccess(is it spelt like this?) and 'celebrated' teacher's day rather glumly.Everyone was sulking and talking amonst themselves.Who can blame them?The whole thing was so boring I nearly ended up sleeping.And don't forget the stupid video.One of the teachers took a video of me and Lia saying a message and I looked TERRIBLE!I hate myself.Why do I always have to be the idiot?And while they were showing the video,I sort of bent down and Lia bent down at the same time and you can imagine what was the result.Our heads banged against each other and both of us ended up with a sore head.Thank goodness the concert ended after that.We went back to class and that's when the fun began.We(i mean me,Ariff,Kaiser and Jumaat) performed a bhangra dance for the whole class(the other class included).We sort of did an indian dance meet belly-dancing meet booty shaking.But I did not do the booty shaking.That was Ariff and Kaiser's job.They sort of turned their bums to us and started jiggling thme and the whole class started laughing uncontrollably.And after that,Lia and I sang "My Love" by Westlife I think?I don't know why,but why does Lia simply ADORE old ballads?Of course the initial plan was to have her sing with Mr A.But he declined our offer.Tsk.So I sang with her.After school we went to the canteen to see the "EX"es.Meaning the students who went to Dazhong before.We spotted &lt;em&gt;mama blacky,&lt;/em&gt;Karthik(and he put on some weight) and a lot more.But no sign of Samy.So sad.Where are all the people we know anyway?'Til next time.Adios..Amigos...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7:17 p.m&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6615689487502822269-9016700605104188787?l=thisisme-honestly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisisme-honestly.blogspot.com/feeds/9016700605104188787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6615689487502822269&amp;postID=9016700605104188787' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6615689487502822269/posts/default/9016700605104188787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6615689487502822269/posts/default/9016700605104188787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisisme-honestly.blogspot.com/2007/09/teachers-day.html' title='Teacher&apos;s Day'/><author><name>eldiario</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13359649722689197666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6615689487502822269.post-9085389624891022548</id><published>2007-08-19T00:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-19T00:29:47.660-07:00</updated><title type='text'>PSLE Oral Examination</title><content type='html'>Our PSLE Oral started like,3 days ago(if I'm right)?Anyway,I had Malay for the first day and I was on the first shift which,I must tell you,STANK!I mean,we're supposed to sit there after taking the exam until all of the candidates have finished whatever they want to say!But it wasn't that bad(at least not as bad as the secon day.Which I'm going to tell you in a short while).At least it was Mr Tan who was in charge.He let us move around,talk to this person,talk to that person,chitter-chatter(but quietly) with someone and even go to the toilet without much INTEROGATION(did I spell it rght?).So it was really goog.I was the first one,you see.That's why there weren't many people in the hall when I arrived.So anyway,once Xue Ying hit the hall,she played "SOS" with me.But when she knew she was losing(I don't know what's the big deal with losing anyway),she stopped.Then Shammy came.And she played with me too.But also stopped when she knew she was losing(another sore LOSER.Just Kidding).So I chatted with Elaine and gang.But I got bored so I challenged Jaya nad Kaiser to see who wins in the crossword puzzle.Kaiser won,Jaya won,but I lost.So I decided to work harder.And so the next game,the score was 8-1-1(I was the 8 of course).But back to the oral,I think I'll fail with my mother tongue oral.I mean there was this man in the pic and he was like,stealing something?So anyway,instead of saying he was stealing a pearl(or even a watch would have passed me),I said he was stealing a &lt;em&gt;mainan&lt;/em&gt;.Can you imagine how I felt when I asked everyone what they said(yeah!Each and everyone one of them said it was a watch or a pearl)!The next day,I took English and I was in the first shift..again(Why am I so unlucky anyway?).But it wasn't as good as the first day.The teacher-in-charge of us was Mdm Ang.I do not know why she needed to be such a B***H but I'm guessing that she's going through MENOPAUSE(I don't really know how to spell it.But it is something every woman experiences when they become old and their periods stop.Maybe all the blood goes to the head that's why women who are under this process are always hot-temepered).She scolded me from the time I arrived at the hall until the end of the exam(I don't know why she kept biting on me).I'll never forget what she did.She embarrassed me and planned to ruin my rep(not that I'm that pop)But seriously,can't she just shut her bloody mouth and mind her own stuff?Anyway,when the exam was finally over(YESSSS!),it was raining again.Wan and Ira invited me to accompany them to Alif's.I went with them and took Lia along.It was my first time(yes.As in first time.As in never ate there before) eating there so I was really clueless.While we were eating Ira and I dared Lia to do something.Something &lt;em&gt;lah&lt;/em&gt;.But she didn't do it 'coz she was not in the mood(get real).And so,that was the full report.By the way,maybe my mum's going to work.Maybe only.But YESSS!More FREEDOM!But NOOO!Not going to happen 'coz Dad will check on us every minute.So there's really no difference.Fine!I'll stop talking.I know I've been too long-winded but how am I supposed to express my life in words,right?'Til next time.Adios..Amigos...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3:29 p.m&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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Examination'/><author><name>eldiario</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13359649722689197666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6615689487502822269.post-736699237138860564</id><published>2007-08-15T05:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-15T05:31:28.501-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday to me!</title><content type='html'>Yay!Today is my birthday and I am really happy.Receiving all those presents were really happy.I treated my friends to Mc's after school.We then went under a block to take pics.After that,Lia,Shammy and I went to the playground(near Iqah's house) to play with elaine and gang.But I went home early.I had a lot of guests today and I felt really I don't know.I just feel happy.Ok &lt;em&gt;lah&lt;/em&gt;.Lazy to write already.Bye!And wish me Happy Birthday and Good Luck.PSLE Oral starts tomorrow.Good luck to all of my friends.Let's do this guys!We must overcome this challenge!'Til next time,Adios..Amigos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8:31 p.m&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6615689487502822269-736699237138860564?l=thisisme-honestly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisisme-honestly.blogspot.com/feeds/736699237138860564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6615689487502822269&amp;postID=736699237138860564' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6615689487502822269/posts/default/736699237138860564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6615689487502822269/posts/default/736699237138860564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisisme-honestly.blogspot.com/2007/08/happy-birthday-to-me.html' title='Happy Birthday to me!'/><author><name>eldiario</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13359649722689197666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6615689487502822269.post-2746022867155686715</id><published>2007-08-11T02:36:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-11T03:08:21.941-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Back again?</title><content type='html'>I know,I know.I'm back again(I don't know why I keep coming back anyway).About my last entry,I regret posting it...again(once again,regret comes in the end).I've been insensitive.I've been saying all those nasty things about Jovita and yet when she complained to me,I acted as if I was the victim.So sorry.I didn't mean to.I was just under a lot of stress and loneliness.Anyway,back to the updates.I know that the National Day Concert in school was ages ago.But I've only got time to update my blog now.So here was what happened.P6-es who arrived with bags or stuff(we had remedial after the concert!Can you beleive it!) are to proceed to the classrooms first before heading to the carpark where the ceremony was suppose to start.After that,we went up to the hall to continue the day.The concert began.And boy,am I glad I did not go for the performing arts performance.I hate to say this,but they sucked it big time.And I don't mean to be bad.But there was this time when Namirah(the P1 Mrs Adnan sub-ed me with) forgot her lyrics.Poor girl.I pitied her.But I couldn't control laughing.Even now that I'm writing it,I'm laughing like mad.But I liked the Chinese dance(woah!they're acrobatic-like performance rocked big time) though.Their choreography was good.After the concert,Fiona,Iqah,Lia,Sham,Hao Yuin,Xue Ying and I went out of school to buy food.We went to Mac's but they were serving breakfast so we decided to buy drinks instead.Our group was split up into 3.At first I was with Lia and Iqah.But they bought sugarcane juice and I did not want to drink sugarcane juice in the morning so I decided to follow Sham and Fiona to the Bubbletea shop.After that,we returned to school.And we were late.But thank goodness Mrs. Mok was cool about it.We received &lt;em&gt;goody-bags&lt;/em&gt;(they didn't seem like goody bags to me) and bags which looked like they belonged to the &lt;em&gt;kepoh aunties &lt;/em&gt;and&lt;em&gt; ah-mas.&lt;/em&gt;After school went to Mac's(again) with Iqah.And then long long story lah.Tired already.And my brother's bugging me about our time-limit.Ok.'Til next time.Adios..Amigos..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6:07 p.m&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6615689487502822269-2746022867155686715?l=thisisme-honestly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisisme-honestly.blogspot.com/feeds/2746022867155686715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6615689487502822269&amp;postID=2746022867155686715' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6615689487502822269/posts/default/2746022867155686715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6615689487502822269/posts/default/2746022867155686715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisisme-honestly.blogspot.com/2007/08/back-again.html' title='Back again?'/><author><name>eldiario</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13359649722689197666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6615689487502822269.post-910569932406160229</id><published>2007-08-07T23:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-07T23:28:54.242-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Is this how I'm supposed to spend my life forever?</title><content type='html'>Hi!I'm back.Yeah,I know that I should stop blogging because my PSLE is coming.But I can't resist the urge!I need to let out my problems.Writing in my private journal(not the one I give Cikgu) is not really helping me.I feel more and more depressed as I know that a stupid journal won't be able to help me with my problems.Every time I make an entry,I stare at it hoping that it would answer(how silly is that?But unfortunately,yep!I do that.).But as you can guess,it doesn't.It just stares back at me as if telling me how stupid I am to actually pour out all my problems to a stationery.That's why I've decided to create this blog.I want people to respond.Help me if can.Not comment about bad things.Anyway,back to my problem.I always wonder:Why does no one ever pity me?As in pity me and feel sorry for me.Every time there's a problem,it's sure to be my fault.Every time I'm around,something bad's surely going to happen.I don't know.But am I actually that unlucky?I've never been lucky in my whole life!(Well,unless you consider my childhood when I was 1 to 3 years old and everyone in my hometown simply adored me."How cute!""Awww!How I wish my child was a scute as her!".You know.Those were the days.Haha!And don't think that I'm bragging.)You want to know what's really bugging me?Fine!I'll tell you.I have this friend,well let's call her Josephine.And I have this 2 other friend,let's call them Selena and Lavinia.Lavinia and Selena had a fight and gave each other the cold treatment.I,being unfair,chose to side with Lavinia(yeah!Yeah!I know it's unfair but that was that then.Now I saw the light.Both of them were right and wrong.).I was also in bad terms with Selena that's why I didn't talk to her.So anyway,now that all of us are back to normal,Josephine accused me of spoiling their friendship!Can you beleive the nerve!And not only that!She even accused me of being mean to her in her blog!So now,that you see it,Can you finally see that I'm unlucky?And by the way,when I told Lavinia about Josephine and how I feel guilty,she did not even show a sign of pity!But she pitied Selena even though Selena sort of hurt her feelings!You know what?I can only say one thing of my life.That I'm really UNLUCKY big time!'Til next time,Adios..Amigos..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2:22 p.m&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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forever?'/><author><name>eldiario</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13359649722689197666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6615689487502822269.post-8130035222335015925</id><published>2007-08-03T06:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-03T07:10:11.212-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Regret always come in the end</title><content type='html'>Have you ever heard of old people saying that regret always comes in the end?Like you only regret something when you've done it?Well,I must say that that saying sort of applies to me.Remember the previous entry about "OASH"?Well,I don't know,but I kind of feel bad.I feel two things at one time.One side of me want to hate her.But another part of me really pity her(and it's all your fault Lia.You got me infected.).I really,really,really can't bring myself to hate her.After all,she's innocent?I don't really know what to do with this life!Haiz...How I wish that I could actually rewind my life again so that I could go back to P5.But I don't think that that's possible.I think that it's time I took some of the magazines' advice."Put yourself in the other's person's shoes and try to see from her point of view."Maybe,just maybe,that will finally work.I will finally find eternal friendship.But do friendships really last that long?I'm not sure.I've been through a lot of failed friendships and I'm losing hope.The reasons I lose them is either because: 1)we're drifting apart,2)someone stole her away from me or 3)we're changing.Aha!I think I've found the problem!The thing that keeps ruining relationships is the word "changing".So,my advice to everyone out there who have unsteady friendships is,treasure your friendship and keep it as long as you can.Do your part.You're getting advice from someone who is experienced.I hope that by the end of the year,everyone will be okay.I hope that by the end of the year,all of the unsettled problems will be solved.You know.Sort of a closure.I'm sure that none of us will want to leave primary school with unsettled problems.I'm sure that all of us will want to leave primary school peacefully.Settle your problems as soon as possible.Learn to forgive and forget.Learn not to bear a grudge against anyone.You never know when God might take your life and you didn't even have a chance to settle your problem.If that ever happens,you'll never rest in peace.I'm not trying to scare you.I'm just stating facts.Be humble.Learn to apologize even when you know it's not your fault.Well,actually,you don't have to apologize.Just talk to the person.If she's still not budging and she's still giving you the cold treatment,then you might just as well give up.Til next time.Adios..Amigos..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10:09 p.m&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img 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end'/><author><name>eldiario</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13359649722689197666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6615689487502822269.post-2447242129582124796</id><published>2007-07-29T05:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-29T05:35:07.923-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Farewell message...</title><content type='html'>Hi to everyone.I don't think that I'll be able to blog or chat for a long time due to the PSLE coming.Awwww!I'll really miss blogging but I need to study because I suck in my studies.Before I stop blogging,I'd like to wish everyone Good Luck.Our prelims(is it spelt like this?) will start next week and the PSLE is just around the corner,guys.I just hope that everyone will receive(another word I'm unsure of) good marks.You know,even if it's not high.Just high enough so that we can go to the school we're fond of.I wish that I could at least go to Swiss with my friends.That would be like a dream come true for me.I promise to myself that I'm going to try my very best to get there.I want to do not only myself and my family proud,but also my school.No more staying back to do homework(you know what I mean.Aku tak leh cakap(or was it bilang?haiz!See?My malay Stink to the core!) sebab nanti ibubapa saya nak sebok baca blog saya.Haiyah.If you don't understand my malay,just ask me at school la.Not now.),no more fooling around at school and at class.Concentrate!Focus!Ok!That's all.Ciao baby!Til next time,Adios..Amigos!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8:34 p.m&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6615689487502822269-2447242129582124796?l=thisisme-honestly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisisme-honestly.blogspot.com/feeds/2447242129582124796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6615689487502822269&amp;postID=2447242129582124796' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6615689487502822269/posts/default/2447242129582124796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6615689487502822269/posts/default/2447242129582124796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisisme-honestly.blogspot.com/2007/07/farewell-message.html' title='Farewell message...'/><author><name>eldiario</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13359649722689197666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6615689487502822269.post-3001965572718969388</id><published>2007-07-27T06:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-27T06:54:21.531-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life's improving,maybe?</title><content type='html'>I think that my life's improving.I'm keeping a lot of secrets now.Usually,people won't trust me with their secrets but I think that some people are finally learning to trust me.Of all the secrets that I have,I'm keen on this particular one.I know that I've stopped gossiping but I can't help it.Anyway,it's not really gossiping because we're just stating facts anyway.Here's the sneaky thing I've been up to.I have these,well,let's say "friend"(but I don't really think that she's one) that thinks she's PERFECT.Hello?Can you beleive it?Duh!Can anyone get lamer than that?And so anyway,back to my story.These other two friends of mine have been,like,talking about her.And,surprise,surprise!All of us have the same thought(that is the main reason anyway why we started "gossiping") about her!Like just now during remedial.We were like,talking about her the whole time.And she has no clue!I know that it is not right.But if she has the right to talk about other people,then,so do us.I feel really sorry for her but she needs to have a taste of her own medicine.But rest assure.It is not a friend of mine.So to all my friends,relax!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6615689487502822269-3001965572718969388?l=thisisme-honestly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisisme-honestly.blogspot.com/feeds/3001965572718969388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6615689487502822269&amp;postID=3001965572718969388' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6615689487502822269/posts/default/3001965572718969388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6615689487502822269/posts/default/3001965572718969388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisisme-honestly.blogspot.com/2007/07/lifes-improvingmaybe.html' title='Life&apos;s improving,maybe?'/><author><name>eldiario</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13359649722689197666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6615689487502822269.post-1501036695726145405</id><published>2007-07-20T02:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-20T02:40:46.206-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oooops!Wrong choice of words again.</title><content type='html'>Haiz.I'm really tensed!People think I'm a psycho!Duh!I said I'm not in that state yet!Why must people always over-react?Especially that Lia.Once again,for the record.I am not a PSYCHO!I am the Kimberly.And Iqah,I don't think that you're lame.It's just that I feel like a sore thumb?You know,the one that stands up from the rest.I mean,look at that time when we did homework in school and all of you were like doing mother tounge homework while I was doing some other things,get it?I just don't wanna feel that way.I hope you understand?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway,today was Racial Harmony Day and we got to wear our traditional costumes.But it's not the case for me.I wore a Vietnamese costume instead.I thought that people will laugh if they saw me in my traditional costume that's why I did not wear it.Iqah lent me her big sis'.Thanks.Between you and me,Iqah has been like a rental shop owner.I keep borrowing clothes from her.Thanks anyway.Cikgu asked me to join the &lt;em&gt;sorak&lt;/em&gt; thingy but I don't think I can make it.I'm sick right now.I caught a cold just now while returning from school.That's all.Til next time..Adios,Amigos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.40 p.m&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6615689487502822269-1501036695726145405?l=thisisme-honestly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisisme-honestly.blogspot.com/feeds/1501036695726145405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6615689487502822269&amp;postID=1501036695726145405' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6615689487502822269/posts/default/1501036695726145405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6615689487502822269/posts/default/1501036695726145405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisisme-honestly.blogspot.com/2007/07/oooopswrong-choice-of-words-again.html' title='Oooops!Wrong choice of words again.'/><author><name>eldiario</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13359649722689197666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6615689487502822269.post-3429382064028734038</id><published>2007-07-18T01:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-18T01:56:35.701-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A confession:It's coming back</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Oh boy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;My "illness" is coming back again.Ok.It's not exactly an illness(that's why it's in inverted commas in the first place).It's more of a temporary thing that occurs whenever I get mad,upset,lonely,stressed or depressed.And it rarely occurs.However,I could really be dangerous when it happens.I don't what I'm doing.And of course,unfortunately,it occurs for several days.Alright.Here is how it starts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get really upset by something until I get really mad.Until I can't control myself anymore.My emotions get the better of me.Then,just out of the blue,I'll just erupt like a volcano.I'll be temporarily "possessed" by Anger and I'll start doing things that I don't really want to do.I'd be capable of doing anything.And if you observe me,you would notice that I'm different from the person you know.It's like,I'm a totally changed person.A stranger,perhaps.And the worst thing of all is I don't like it happening.I feel really mean and nasty.But I just can't control myself.I don't want to be controlled by my emotions!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I usually think that I have 2 'S'es,2 'B's and 2 'D's in my character.I can be really Sweet,but I can be Scheming at the same time.I can be a bore,but I can be a bitch too.I can be a Darling.However,I can be very dangerous as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So,there you have it.The full story.I hope that it won't occur.I don't want to hurt anyone.But don't worry.I am not a maniac or a psycho.I'm just helpless.I hope you understand.Oh yeah.And this doesn't mean I am in that state.I said I just think it's coming back.So don't stay away from me.I'm completely safe now.Until next time,Adios..Amigos&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6615689487502822269-3429382064028734038?l=thisisme-honestly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisisme-honestly.blogspot.com/feeds/3429382064028734038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6615689487502822269&amp;postID=3429382064028734038' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6615689487502822269/posts/default/3429382064028734038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6615689487502822269/posts/default/3429382064028734038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisisme-honestly.blogspot.com/2007/07/confessionits-coming-back.html' title='A confession:It&apos;s coming back'/><author><name>eldiario</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13359649722689197666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6615689487502822269.post-332044511796349590</id><published>2007-07-15T02:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-15T02:07:06.105-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Confused</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;OK.ATTENTION AGAIN EVERYONE.I'M SORRY TO SAY BUT THE TIME IN MY ENTRIES ARE COMPLETE CRAP!SO PLEASE DON'T MIND THEM.AFTER ALL IT'S THE DATE AND STORY THAT YOU'RE LOOKING FOR,RIGHT?OK.WATEVS.I AM SO TIRED OF LIFE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6615689487502822269-332044511796349590?l=thisisme-honestly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisisme-honestly.blogspot.com/feeds/332044511796349590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6615689487502822269&amp;postID=332044511796349590' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6615689487502822269/posts/default/332044511796349590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6615689487502822269/posts/default/332044511796349590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisisme-honestly.blogspot.com/2007/07/confused.html' title='Confused'/><author><name>eldiario</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13359649722689197666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6615689487502822269.post-2333729686584209748</id><published>2007-07-13T06:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-13T07:16:58.291-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Every time the Earth rotates and revolves,the world changes</title><content type='html'>I don't understand this life any longer.Is it me who've changed or is it the people around me?Perhaps people change every single day,every single hour,every single minute,every single second.I know that you're dying to know what I'm pointing at that's why I'm going to tell you now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            Ever since school opened(January 3),I felt that everyone had(or is it "has"?Or maybe "have"?) changed.My friends and I are drifting apart.Some people think my jokes and my personality are lame-o.The most unexpected couples got together.The most unexpected people became friends.Hearts were broken,feelings were hurt.All of this were due to:1)love?,2)insensitivity of some inconsiderate people? or 3)sacrifices for friendships? I've been hurt and my heart was broken due to sacrifices I made in order to keep my friendships going.I've endured all of the jokes people slap right onto my face.But sometimes,the jokes get too much and I end up getting hurt without the person teasing me knowing.I don't really like the idea of people pitying on me.I don't want to be a wet blanket.I want people to know that I can be ok with anything.Be it insults or dirty jokes.In the other hand,I know that I've hurt a lot of people's feelings due to my insensitivity.Sorry to all those people.I am sorry Sham.I am just sorry to everyone who I've hurt.&lt;strong&gt;SORRY.&lt;/strong&gt;To all my friends,I know that I am such a pain in the ass.You know.All the mood swings.One time,I'm &lt;strong&gt;HAPPY.&lt;/strong&gt;Then the next thing we know I'm &lt;strong&gt;ANGRY &lt;/strong&gt;or &lt;strong&gt;SAD.&lt;/strong&gt;I hope that you know what I'm going through.With the PSLE coming,my social life,my unsteady relationship with my friends and the problems I face with my family.Imagine all the stress I'm going through.It's up to you whether you understand or not.Ok.That's all.I hope that everyone knows me a li'l better now.Til next time..Adios!Amigos!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6615689487502822269-2333729686584209748?l=thisisme-honestly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisisme-honestly.blogspot.com/feeds/2333729686584209748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6615689487502822269&amp;postID=2333729686584209748' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6615689487502822269/posts/default/2333729686584209748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6615689487502822269/posts/default/2333729686584209748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisisme-honestly.blogspot.com/2007/07/every-time-earth-rotates-and.html' title='Every time the Earth rotates and revolves,the world changes'/><author><name>eldiario</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13359649722689197666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6615689487502822269.post-5119341287238890701</id><published>2007-07-04T06:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-04T06:23:53.741-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh Mickey,you're so fine!</title><content type='html'>Hello to everyone again!Sorry for not updating my blog for so long.Anyway,I do not have any latest things to tell you 'coz I've stopped being a 'kepoh' person since after the holidays.Anyway,thanks for doing my blog for me Iqah.Thank you very much.Oh yeah.I almost forgot.Even though the 'Dikir Barat' thingy is like,really boring,I really like our costume.But the skirt only &lt;em&gt;lah&lt;/em&gt;.The top like what &lt;em&gt;leh.&lt;/em&gt;Like want to play sports like that.LOL!Some more very tight and very short.Thank goodness my body not so long.But we do look sort of like cheerleaders.Ok.I know that I've gotten long-winded.Enough is enough.Bye.Until next time..Adios!Amigos!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6615689487502822269-5119341287238890701?l=thisisme-honestly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisisme-honestly.blogspot.com/feeds/5119341287238890701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6615689487502822269&amp;postID=5119341287238890701' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6615689487502822269/posts/default/5119341287238890701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6615689487502822269/posts/default/5119341287238890701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisisme-honestly.blogspot.com/2007/07/oh-mickeyyoure-so-fine.html' title='Oh Mickey,you&apos;re so fine!'/><author><name>eldiario</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13359649722689197666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6615689487502822269.post-2113460361136063595</id><published>2007-05-26T23:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-26T23:49:08.114-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Juny School Holidays</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;          SHOULD I SHOUT "YEAH!" OR "BOO!"???!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;The Juny(and I don't mean u,Jun) School Holidays are finally&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;here.I don't&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;know.Should I say I'm happy or sad?I'll really miss my friends and everyone.But of course,holidays means that I could oversleep(which I promise I won't),play computer and x-box everyday,go shopping everyday and exercise everyday!Yahoo!Boo!OK &lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;lah.That's all.BYE.HAPPY HOLIDAYS EVERYONE!&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/6615689487502822269-2113460361136063595?l=thisisme-honestly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisisme-honestly.blogspot.com/feeds/2113460361136063595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6615689487502822269&amp;postID=2113460361136063595' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6615689487502822269/posts/default/2113460361136063595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6615689487502822269/posts/default/2113460361136063595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisisme-honestly.blogspot.com/2007/05/juny-school-holidays.html' title='Juny School Holidays'/><author><name>eldiario</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13359649722689197666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6615689487502822269.post-1990325363514312533</id><published>2007-04-19T04:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-19T04:55:04.536-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sports Carnival</title><content type='html'>So we had our sports carnival today.It was fun.But it proved a theory to me.I cannot have fun and focus on the same time.Yes,I had fun.But no,I did not do well on the activities.I did not ace them.I totally sucked in them.But oh well,I participated to have fun anyway.That's why it's ok even if I do not receive any prize.I do not care anyway.I mean,eagle house has been winning almost every year.So it's just ok to give the other houses a chance to win.Whatever.Ok then.Goodbye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19 April 2007&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6615689487502822269-1990325363514312533?l=thisisme-honestly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisisme-honestly.blogspot.com/feeds/1990325363514312533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6615689487502822269&amp;postID=1990325363514312533' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6615689487502822269/posts/default/1990325363514312533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6615689487502822269/posts/default/1990325363514312533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisisme-honestly.blogspot.com/2007/04/sports-carnival.html' title='Sports Carnival'/><author><name>eldiario</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13359649722689197666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6615689487502822269.post-733372767382594446</id><published>2007-04-14T22:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-14T22:34:11.218-07:00</updated><title type='text'>umm..Yay?!</title><content type='html'>hello friends, hello world! Yay! I've finally created my very own blog! (Can I get any lamer than this?) Oh well. Let me update you about my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;name:Kimberly&lt;br /&gt;birthdate:August 15&lt;br /&gt;e-mail/msn acc:single_loveless_cupid@hotmail.com&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6615689487502822269-733372767382594446?l=thisisme-honestly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisisme-honestly.blogspot.com/feeds/733372767382594446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6615689487502822269&amp;postID=733372767382594446' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6615689487502822269/posts/default/733372767382594446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6615689487502822269/posts/default/733372767382594446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisisme-honestly.blogspot.com/2007/04/ummyay.html' title='umm..Yay?!'/><author><name>eldiario</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13359649722689197666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
