<?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-12670225</id><updated>2011-07-12T18:48:38.118+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SmAsH My HeArt FoR iT Was MeAnT FoR You To DesTrOy...</title><subtitle type='html'>My life my pride is broken!!! (actually not really...) Lol... Well this blog has a lil bit of evrything... Frm humor to gothic-ness to happiness to anger to sadness... (if there is a new adj for feelings tell me i'll try to add dat in... ^_^) So you can try to visit it bt i can't guarantee u'll lyk it... 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No particular reason. Just felt like it. Plus the new address is much easier to remember too. (if you thought i meant moving house, you are not alone! haha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Click &lt;a href="http://walk-in-the-past.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;this empty space&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; ___________ . And I meant the words, not the spacings. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if you were wondering, Marche dan les passe means Walk in the past. Or at least that's what an online translation dictionary told me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12670225-8715564149207673365?l=marche-dan-les-passe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marche-dan-les-passe.blogspot.com/feeds/8715564149207673365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12670225&amp;postID=8715564149207673365' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12670225/posts/default/8715564149207673365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12670225/posts/default/8715564149207673365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marche-dan-les-passe.blogspot.com/2009/01/to-9.html' title=''/><author><name>F.i.L.h.A.d.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://www.alicia-logic.com/capsimages/nx_008JackDiscovers.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12670225.post-5853372006399966684</id><published>2009-01-19T01:27:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T01:32:49.815+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Why don't you pick up the phone?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And dial up my number&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And call me oh baby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm waiting on you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just when I thought that I'm gonna be tormented and pushed around by big and older students on my new school, (am I writing a compo or what?) that's not gonna happen, well at least I don't think so. I'm going to a school of nerds! At least nerds are kinder people than stylish ones :P Get what I mean? They just sit in a corner and study and don't sneer at you for having a boring hairstyle like mine... *bleep*, why did I blurt that out? Nevermind, forget what I said earlier on (and you better or else) . My lips are dried from talking (actually my hands are tired from typing) so, adios !(right or wrong spelling?)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12670225-5853372006399966684?l=marche-dan-les-passe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marche-dan-les-passe.blogspot.com/feeds/5853372006399966684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12670225&amp;postID=5853372006399966684' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12670225/posts/default/5853372006399966684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12670225/posts/default/5853372006399966684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marche-dan-les-passe.blogspot.com/2009/01/why-dont-you-pick-up-phone-and-dial-up.html' title=''/><author><name>F.i.L.h.A.d.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://www.alicia-logic.com/capsimages/nx_008JackDiscovers.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12670225.post-5785182594665013717</id><published>2009-01-16T22:24:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T22:36:06.478+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;If this blog's mood suddenly takes a pessimistic turn, don't fret. It will be bright again. Soon, hopefully.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12670225-5785182594665013717?l=marche-dan-les-passe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marche-dan-les-passe.blogspot.com/feeds/5785182594665013717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12670225&amp;postID=5785182594665013717' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12670225/posts/default/5785182594665013717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12670225/posts/default/5785182594665013717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marche-dan-les-passe.blogspot.com/2009/01/if-this-blogs-mood-suddenly-takes.html' title=''/><author><name>F.i.L.h.A.d.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://www.alicia-logic.com/capsimages/nx_008JackDiscovers.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12670225.post-6059966515024385126</id><published>2009-01-12T21:13:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T02:19:05.811+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>T-w-e-l-v-e&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:diploma;font-size:200;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;12&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dua Belas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok now whenever I think of that particular something, you know, that something which is so bleah and &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;rdinary,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; I'm going think of the #&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;12&lt;/span&gt; because&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;The last paper was on &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;12 &lt;/span&gt;November 2008, which was Chemistry Paper I (freedom!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Result day was on &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;12&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;January 2009!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;My L1R5 is &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;12&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Need to make &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;12&lt;/span&gt; choices for the courses/JC I want&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;And if you're wondering, my results can be simplified as ABBA&lt;br /&gt;(haha ok actually more like ABBABBABA)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YvBRzqA-Wjg/SW4nFeZMEYI/AAAAAAAAAFE/_DhrqEcMGjM/s1600-h/DSCF0676.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291209587218452866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YvBRzqA-Wjg/SW4nFeZMEYI/AAAAAAAAAFE/_DhrqEcMGjM/s320/DSCF0676.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;Hence, a new chapter begins!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12670225-6059966515024385126?l=marche-dan-les-passe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marche-dan-les-passe.blogspot.com/feeds/6059966515024385126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12670225&amp;postID=6059966515024385126' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12670225/posts/default/6059966515024385126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12670225/posts/default/6059966515024385126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marche-dan-les-passe.blogspot.com/2009/01/t-w-e-l-v-e.html' title=''/><author><name>F.i.L.h.A.d.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://www.alicia-logic.com/capsimages/nx_008JackDiscovers.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YvBRzqA-Wjg/SW4nFeZMEYI/AAAAAAAAAFE/_DhrqEcMGjM/s72-c/DSCF0676.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12670225.post-1365470623616846095</id><published>2009-01-09T23:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-10T00:14:02.324+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I know everyone else is also crazy about this date but&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;font-size:180%;color:#009900;"&gt;12 JANUARY 2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(this, by the way, says 12 January 2009 in a font named Webdings)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;By the way, I do not toil with escapism.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12670225-1365470623616846095?l=marche-dan-les-passe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marche-dan-les-passe.blogspot.com/feeds/1365470623616846095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12670225&amp;postID=1365470623616846095' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12670225/posts/default/1365470623616846095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12670225/posts/default/1365470623616846095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marche-dan-les-passe.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-know-everyone-else-is-also-crazy.html' title=''/><author><name>F.i.L.h.A.d.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://www.alicia-logic.com/capsimages/nx_008JackDiscovers.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12670225.post-8082162219436868627</id><published>2008-12-30T23:21:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T01:19:07.554+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Cycling. I seriously couldn't help but liken it to creating a Patronus charm from Harry Potter. Or at least learning to cycle is. I'm not a Harry Potter Number #01 fan or anything but really... It was like "Think happy thoughts! I have to fill my head with happy thoughts &lt;s&gt;about Gryffindor winning,&lt;/s&gt; and not dark thoughts about what is going to happen when &lt;s&gt;the box opened&lt;/s&gt; I fall!" And for the first time in my life I managed to cycle for about 30 seconds! (could be less, but it felt forever...) It felt good man to have something striked off my Can't-Do list. As such I would like to thank:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Tys (Nope, not referring to Mok's favourite Ten-Year-Series) for teaching me the technique of somehow having both feet on the pedals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Saiful for your water and for waiting at the back with me while the others zoomed fast past &lt;s&gt;crushing Aggie's Aunt&lt;/s&gt; way ahead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Amira for that brief idea of trying to connect two bikes together for better balance? Though it didn't work out but you tried. Sorry that I couldn't find your Kung Fu Panda!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) Finah for wearing a red shirt and making me determined to &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;try&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; to chase after you ahead and in the process make me learn faster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) Mr Ikan a.k.a. Blubber for &lt;s&gt;not&lt;/s&gt; teaching me Physics. Somehow I kept thinking of Inertia and having to lower my Centre of Gravity and Work Done bla bla.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) Tyra Banks for creating that theme song to America's Next Top Model (or at least 'singing' "Wanna be on top?" and "Ne ne ne ne... &lt;strong&gt;Top&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;top&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;top&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;") It became the background song in my head for the first part of cycling. (don't ask me why. haha) And having a rhythm does help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) Muse for creating Supermassive Black Hole. It was the second song. Lyrics like "Ooh Baby don't you know I suffer?/Ooh Baby can you hear me moan?" sure can pump some adrenaline.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And after dripping with sweat and having a few bruises, what better way to rejuvenate than to have dinner at Swensens with dear family and relatives. But by then I was like conked out and on the brink of dozing off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And tomorrow, I'll be going to the zoo again! But sadly we will reach the place only after two in the afternoon. And we will not arrive at the Rainforest Kidsworld on time which means I will not get to touch Candy, this gorgeous white horse who loves me! And it will rain a few minutes after we reached Mandai. But at least the animals will be more lively this time round. And we will get to see Inuka the Polar Bear catch a fish! (How do I know all this? Well, I "messed" with time)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12670225-8082162219436868627?l=marche-dan-les-passe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marche-dan-les-passe.blogspot.com/feeds/8082162219436868627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12670225&amp;postID=8082162219436868627' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12670225/posts/default/8082162219436868627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12670225/posts/default/8082162219436868627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marche-dan-les-passe.blogspot.com/2008/12/cycling.html' title=''/><author><name>F.i.L.h.A.d.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://www.alicia-logic.com/capsimages/nx_008JackDiscovers.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12670225.post-5779507616557626672</id><published>2008-12-24T18:14:00.013+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-25T00:56:43.110+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I for one, liked Twilight. I've never read the book (and probably never will) so I guess it was more exciting that way? I mean you wouldn't know the storyline and all so everything was fresher. Maybe the reason why the movie works for me (no, its not Robert Pattinson) is because there is a part of me that had always wanted to be a vampire! I mean, sure Werewolves are cool (as depicted by American culture) but vampires are way cooler! (as depicted by American culture too, wouldn't know about the real one, if they existed) Also, it was like a battle of the Blue Steel where each vampire tried to out-fierce each other (Mama Tyra would be proud!). And sure there were a few draggy moments but some parts were way cool. Specially like the baseball scene! And I think Robert did quite a good job of concealing his accent cause initially I couldn't tell he was British! Adopting a fake accent is easy but concealing it, not really. But I think, this has got to be the only vampire movie where there were no fangs. I mean, c'mon! Where did the scene of shiny, sharp fangs dripping with blood go to? Oh well... And oh the guy who played Emmett Cullen was in the With Love commercial. Just saying...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YvBRzqA-Wjg/SVIQEYtTXsI/AAAAAAAAAEo/wQhlx5P99mo/s1600-h/kewl.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283302980396998338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 277px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 222px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YvBRzqA-Wjg/SVIQEYtTXsI/AAAAAAAAAEo/wQhlx5P99mo/s320/kewl.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;My favourite scene. Look at the blood... Way cool!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YvBRzqA-Wjg/SVJmptkg3BI/AAAAAAAAAEw/cjOStJfPTGA/s1600-h/kellan.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283398179652426770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 217px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YvBRzqA-Wjg/SVJmptkg3BI/AAAAAAAAAEw/cjOStJfPTGA/s320/kellan.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Thats Kellan Lutz on the left a.k.a Emmett Cullen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YvBRzqA-Wjg/SVJnye7PONI/AAAAAAAAAE4/Reh4kcPVOYA/s1600-h/vamp.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283399429851658450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 217px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YvBRzqA-Wjg/SVJnye7PONI/AAAAAAAAAE4/Reh4kcPVOYA/s320/vamp.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Man, I should have known he was a vampire when he started doing THAT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12670225-5779507616557626672?l=marche-dan-les-passe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marche-dan-les-passe.blogspot.com/feeds/5779507616557626672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12670225&amp;postID=5779507616557626672' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12670225/posts/default/5779507616557626672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12670225/posts/default/5779507616557626672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marche-dan-les-passe.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-for-one-liked-twilight.html' title=''/><author><name>F.i.L.h.A.d.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://www.alicia-logic.com/capsimages/nx_008JackDiscovers.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YvBRzqA-Wjg/SVIQEYtTXsI/AAAAAAAAAEo/wQhlx5P99mo/s72-c/kewl.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12670225.post-2743845907639800653</id><published>2008-11-30T19:56:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T23:38:08.517+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;I am 0.5 of a shade darker than before!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(at least that's what i want to believe)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The unofficial Red Camp outing was yesterday. They said to meet at Harbourfront latest by 10.00 a.m. and so we did and we got our tickets for the monorail early. But ended up staying at Vivo all the way until 12.50 p.m. Mind you the sun was already &lt;em&gt;burnin' up burnin' up on&lt;/em&gt; everyone but me&lt;em&gt; baby&lt;/em&gt; (somehow, my skin is resistant to Ultraviolet Light) We weren't inside the building but was exposed to the outdoors. Got into groups and ours was Okto (lame name... my idea though XD) Played whacko for a while. Reached Sentosa at 1.10 p.m. and only managed to play this find-random-strangers-whose-name's-first-letter-might-collectively-spell-SILOSO game and Captain's Ball. Then Saiful and your's truly angkat kaki at 2++ p.m. Met me family at Swensens' Junction 8 to have a 6-days'-late birthday dinner for mummy! After which was "shopping" (didn't get any material goods though... yes i am materialistic) Got home around 10 p.m. It was obviously tiring and I almost drooled in my bus during the afternoon. But as usual it was a? *hears people screaming "Fun!"* Yes it was a fun day.&lt;br /&gt;(P.S. my attempt at being Matthew)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Anyway below is a picture taken at Zouk by Denise&lt;br /&gt;(whom i seriously doubt reads this blog)&lt;br /&gt;Okay I know I need to vary my expressions in pictures. But until I learn to do that...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/photo.php?pid=1537503&amp;amp;op=1&amp;amp;view=all&amp;amp;subj=687717401&amp;amp;id=711137749#/album.php?aid=64393&amp;amp;id=711137749" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 213px" height="2323" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i105.photobucket.com/albums/m226/filhad/zouk.jpg" width="382" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;This is what you get! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12670225-2743845907639800653?l=marche-dan-les-passe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marche-dan-les-passe.blogspot.com/feeds/2743845907639800653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12670225&amp;postID=2743845907639800653' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12670225/posts/default/2743845907639800653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12670225/posts/default/2743845907639800653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marche-dan-les-passe.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-am-0.html' title=''/><author><name>F.i.L.h.A.d.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://www.alicia-logic.com/capsimages/nx_008JackDiscovers.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12670225.post-5834979093255442164</id><published>2008-11-26T19:34:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T20:18:47.296+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(just cause i want to make it seem that my life isn't boring)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Monday, AKFFSSS went to the Esplanade! For the first time I actually got into a concert hall there. But I gotta say that I was abit disapointed. Maybe was expecting too much (considering that it took $6 million to make) And seriously the seat were kind of too far away from the stage. What a waste of space man. And they should really learn to chill. I mean yeah the place is for "high class" people but doesn't mean you have to be so uptight about everything. We can enter or leave the place only during intermissions (that means if someone was dying, he had better hoped that the Phantom Of The Opera is short) And we couldn't bring food or drinks in (they checked your bags like in airports) And no photography allowed (with or without flash) And no handphones to be used (even if you're just SMS-ing cause they blocked the network). Hurr. Other than that the performance was okay. It was abit boring initially but picked up after Tanjung Katung Secondary School's band performed (&lt;em&gt;Mama Mia! Here I go again. My, my, how can I resist you?&lt;/em&gt;)  After it ended, AKFFSS was supposed to meet S but we got lost and only found her after some time. We were supposed to eat but they had to go home by that time :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Tuesday, was supposed to meet Saiful at Bishan MRT by 1.10 p.m. But the awesome and givalicious (guy version of a diva) me woke up at 1 p.m. Using my awesome super powers, I rushed at the speed of radio waves and took the bus instead, reaching Zouk only 10 mins later than the rest (not bad huh? :) There were a lot of Red Campers over there and a few Andersonians. Basically just sat around and watched the skit done by Singapore Poly along with a few television personalities like the CNA guy, the Indian guy from Calefare, Irene Ang and Tan Kheng Hua. Was a bit boring and a few guys wanted to go to an underage party at St James instead but didn't. After the whole skit ended it was time for the dance floor, again (i think i might somehow have gotten hooked to this... noooo!!!) But this time there weren't that many people and the dance floor was also kind of small. But it was alright.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12670225-5834979093255442164?l=marche-dan-les-passe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marche-dan-les-passe.blogspot.com/feeds/5834979093255442164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12670225&amp;postID=5834979093255442164' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12670225/posts/default/5834979093255442164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12670225/posts/default/5834979093255442164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marche-dan-les-passe.blogspot.com/2008/11/just-cause-i-want-to-make-it-seem-that.html' title=''/><author><name>F.i.L.h.A.d.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://www.alicia-logic.com/capsimages/nx_008JackDiscovers.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12670225.post-5986124786435469649</id><published>2008-11-22T23:18:00.019+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T20:50:27.749+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>And we go BOOM dynamite&lt;br /&gt;And we go *makes red indian noise*&lt;br /&gt;BOOM Dynamite&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we go OH MY GOD!&lt;br /&gt;And we go O-O-O-O-O-O-O-O&lt;br /&gt;OH MY GOD!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i105.photobucket.com/albums/m226/filhad/26112008610.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 213px" height="2323" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i105.photobucket.com/albums/m226/filhad/26112008610.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woah. Red Camp was unbelieveably fun. So many cheers. So many enthusiastic people. And the food was awesome. And it was free! (and this is where i publish a normal post like other people)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;DAY I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came later than the other Andersonians. Got separated for the Engineering thing but it was okay cause my team won movie tickets! Awesome. But by lunch we got together and oh they gave us KFC. And then Baracudas performed and yeah it was somewhat painfully loud that I had to move to the back. After that was CCA Xperience (okay this was somewhat boring) First was to set up a skit with one main character.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i105.photobucket.com/albums/m226/filhad/panda.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 213px" height="2323" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i105.photobucket.com/albums/m226/filhad/panda.jpg" width="341" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ours was Kung Fu panda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next was the dance (this was the awesomest among the three). We did a short routine but it was tiring okay! Legs got cramped after a while and my shoes were oh so friction-ful. Then we had the lamest para-para activity (part of the HSM2 franchise).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i105.photobucket.com/albums/m226/filhad/contestants.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 213px" height="2323" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i105.photobucket.com/albums/m226/filhad/contestants.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then all Red Campers gathered for a game which the Ninjas won.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;DAY II&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Apaches went to the Media &amp;amp; Humanities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i105.photobucket.com/albums/m226/filhad/26112008606.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 213px" height="2323" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i105.photobucket.com/albums/m226/filhad/26112008606.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We made a panda origami&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i105.photobucket.com/albums/m226/filhad/puppet.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 213px" height="2323" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i105.photobucket.com/albums/m226/filhad/puppet.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and watched a puppet show about dyslexia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then for Film &amp;amp; Media we had a hilarious Indian Mat for a tour guide. Watched a short video and then watched some people do a silent skit (Tysha was one of them) We then went to the TV section to get&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i105.photobucket.com/albums/m226/filhad/television.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 213px" height="2323" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i105.photobucket.com/albums/m226/filhad/television.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;behind the scenes of how live News goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Up next was spaghetti from Breeks and brownies for lunch. The brownies was (awesome). XD Then we went to Life &amp;amp; Health Sciences.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i105.photobucket.com/albums/m226/filhad/mrbrown.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 244px; HEIGHT: 318px" height="2884" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i105.photobucket.com/albums/m226/filhad/mrbrown.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We managed to save a dying Mr Brown (??)!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i105.photobucket.com/albums/m226/filhad/vein.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 213px" height="2323" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i105.photobucket.com/albums/m226/filhad/vein.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we learned how to poke veins (or is it arteries?) to feed in liquid for patients.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i105.photobucket.com/albums/m226/filhad/kissbaby.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 213px" height="2323" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i105.photobucket.com/albums/m226/filhad/kissbaby.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I kissed a baby (take that Katy Perry!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i105.photobucket.com/albums/m226/filhad/manbirth.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 244px; HEIGHT: 318px" height="2884" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i105.photobucket.com/albums/m226/filhad/manbirth.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And watched a fake man give birth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i105.photobucket.com/albums/m226/filhad/baby.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 244px; HEIGHT: 318px" height="2884" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i105.photobucket.com/albums/m226/filhad/baby.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And learned about premature babies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After which Red Campers gathered at the Convention Centre to learn the mass dance which was actually fun to do. Then we had "Indonesian Cusine" which I can't remember what it consist of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;DAY III&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went for IT &amp;amp; Digital Media. This was actually the most boring. Took two SubTribe photos professionally. Then watched a video about frogs which refused to die but died in the end anyway. After that went around looking at posters and whatnot. And then went to solat Jumaat at Darussalam. Man were we freaking early. Spent 50 mins alongside the other guys doing nothing. And the lights couldn't stop flickering until I had a headache and was like "God why does it refuse to stop flickering?" (the answer to which i figured out later during hop night) After that went back and had pizza, chicken and a super chewy garlic bread all from Breeks. Then Red Campers gathered again to do the mass dance and our respective tribe cheers! Go APACHES! We the drama mama Dreamgirls ok! Don't mess with us or we go "Scueeze me!" XD So yeah no one tribe won so each tribe had a title. Then we got into the Singapore Books Of Records for the whole "Freeze" thing! Awesome. After which was dinner with Japanese food consisting of unagi (??), prawn, chicken and this weird asam. And then pretty much did nothing except a few pictures while waiting to go inside the Convention Centre for Hop Nite. When we got in, I was like, woah. Man the sound system was so awesome! I could feel my insides vibrate cause of the sound. When we entered Baracudas were performing. Then they had this group called Dua (??) which consisted of five people. Haha Jojo had the moves to rival Nicole Sherzinger I tell you. Too bad he's a he. And then was this group of breakdancers with awesome moves. Then Andrew Chow from Zouk came and we partied!! Seriously lah it was way awesome. Even the real Zouk with Singapore Poly couldn't match up. So yeah danced with a few strangers and kept on the move after a while. Awesome lah. I felt so, happy and free!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i105.photobucket.com/albums/m226/filhad/21112008605.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 213px" height="2323" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i105.photobucket.com/albums/m226/filhad/21112008605.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apaches' Mascot, BIG Hairy Bear!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;(and oh, pictures are courtesy of Tysha)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12670225-5986124786435469649?l=marche-dan-les-passe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marche-dan-les-passe.blogspot.com/feeds/5986124786435469649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12670225&amp;postID=5986124786435469649' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12670225/posts/default/5986124786435469649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12670225/posts/default/5986124786435469649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marche-dan-les-passe.blogspot.com/2008/11/and-we-go-boom-dynamite-and-we-go-makes.html' title=''/><author><name>F.i.L.h.A.d.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://www.alicia-logic.com/capsimages/nx_008JackDiscovers.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12670225.post-214800743328813876</id><published>2008-11-17T18:30:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T18:41:33.964+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Prom!!! Haha. So yeah it was at Mariott Hotel. Reached there later than planned (somehow, i will ALWAYS arrive late irregardless of how hard i try to not be) It was, err, different to see everyone so, different. But I gotta say the more dramatic transformations were the girls. Now I can finally tell the difference between professinally done hair and not! XD So after forever we were allowed in and I love the whole lighting. The cakes were awesome! I love love the brownies. And all the while they had a show for the prom kings and queens. After it all ended, it was time for the dance floor. Was pretty small though and I only danced to 'Low'. Haha. They had to stop it cause Anna lost her stuff. Went back home by cab around 12++ a.m. with Saiful (the taxi fare amounted to $22.50 -.-"). And yeah picture time! (after "stealing" and begging people to send me pictures)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i105.photobucket.com/albums/m226/filhad/prommy11.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 244px; HEIGHT: 318px" height="2884" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i105.photobucket.com/albums/m226/filhad/prommy11.jpg" width="2048" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i105.photobucket.com/albums/m226/filhad/prommy13.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 244px; HEIGHT: 318px" height="2884" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i105.photobucket.com/albums/m226/filhad/prommy13.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i105.photobucket.com/albums/m226/filhad/prommy9.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 213px" height="2323" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i105.photobucket.com/albums/m226/filhad/prommy9.jpg" width="2519" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i105.photobucket.com/albums/m226/filhad/prommy8.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 213px" height="2323" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i105.photobucket.com/albums/m226/filhad/prommy8.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i105.photobucket.com/albums/m226/filhad/prommy6.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 213px" height="2323" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i105.photobucket.com/albums/m226/filhad/prommy6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i105.photobucket.com/albums/m226/filhad/prommy15.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 213px" height="2323" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i105.photobucket.com/albums/m226/filhad/prommy15.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i105.photobucket.com/albums/m226/filhad/prommy14.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 213px" height="2323" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i105.photobucket.com/albums/m226/filhad/prommy14.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i105.photobucket.com/albums/m226/filhad/prommy17.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 213px" height="2323" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i105.photobucket.com/albums/m226/filhad/prommy17.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i105.photobucket.com/albums/m226/filhad/prommy1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 213px" height="2323" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i105.photobucket.com/albums/m226/filhad/prommy1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i105.photobucket.com/albums/m226/filhad/prommy5.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 213px" height="2323" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i105.photobucket.com/albums/m226/filhad/prommy5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i105.photobucket.com/albums/m226/filhad/prommy4.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 213px" height="2323" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i105.photobucket.com/albums/m226/filhad/prommy4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i105.photobucket.com/albums/m226/filhad/prommy10.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 213px" height="2323" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i105.photobucket.com/albums/m226/filhad/prommy10.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i105.photobucket.com/albums/m226/filhad/prommy3.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 244px; HEIGHT: 318px" height="2884" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i105.photobucket.com/albums/m226/filhad/prommy3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i105.photobucket.com/albums/m226/filhad/prommy16.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 244px; HEIGHT: 318px" height="2884" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i105.photobucket.com/albums/m226/filhad/prommy16.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i105.photobucket.com/albums/m226/filhad/prommy18.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 213px" height="2323" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i105.photobucket.com/albums/m226/filhad/prommy18.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12670225-214800743328813876?l=marche-dan-les-passe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marche-dan-les-passe.blogspot.com/feeds/214800743328813876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12670225&amp;postID=214800743328813876' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12670225/posts/default/214800743328813876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12670225/posts/default/214800743328813876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marche-dan-les-passe.blogspot.com/2008/11/prom-haha.html' title=''/><author><name>F.i.L.h.A.d.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://www.alicia-logic.com/capsimages/nx_008JackDiscovers.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12670225.post-4782019313119968889</id><published>2008-11-16T14:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T03:43:09.250+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;007 weird things/habits/little known facts about me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1: I believe that an ipod or something is stuck in my head. Cause songs just get stucked in it. For example:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stranger : Eh boy, what time is it?&lt;br /&gt;Zac: What time is it? It's summer time blah nla&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2: I procrastinate alot, only cause I would have to rush later. And I secretly love the rush cause its simply thrilling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3: I like the awkwardness girls have when wearing high heels. Its just the way they try to balance when walking in heels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4: When I was young I would feel sad whenever everyone goes to sleep. Maybe its the darkness and the silence that sets in the mood. I'm more of a noise and bright-light kind of person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5: I really suck at remembering dates and names. This is why in Sec 3 I chose triple science over having to take History (and i got neither phew). And I remember taking 6 months to remember the names of people in my class&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6: When it comes to eating, I have moods. I can be really hungry but still not have any desire for food. And I can be full but still wanting to eat (and this, sadly, rarely happens)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7: I might just be a photographer one day! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12670225-4782019313119968889?l=marche-dan-les-passe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marche-dan-les-passe.blogspot.com/feeds/4782019313119968889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12670225&amp;postID=4782019313119968889' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12670225/posts/default/4782019313119968889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12670225/posts/default/4782019313119968889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marche-dan-les-passe.blogspot.com/2008/11/007-weird-thingshabitslittle-known.html' title=''/><author><name>F.i.L.h.A.d.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://www.alicia-logic.com/capsimages/nx_008JackDiscovers.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12670225.post-4762919331184785649</id><published>2008-11-15T20:58:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T22:17:17.888+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Who is your favorite band/artist?&lt;br /&gt;: [sarcastic]hmmm... a hard question...[/sarcastic] &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How is your day going?&lt;br /&gt;: pretty well i guess :) slept alot... shoo eyebags!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What were you doing at 3:00pm?&lt;br /&gt;: fighting... against eyebags! (a.k.a sleeping)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have any siblings?&lt;br /&gt;: one elder sister (her link's at the link section)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What movie did you last see?&lt;br /&gt;: Madagascar 2!! nice nice (like moto-moto)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What kind of phone service do you use?&lt;br /&gt;: Singtel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you have a favorite pair of shoes?&lt;br /&gt;: yeah this black one that reminds me of cushions&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is your favorite breakfast meal?&lt;br /&gt;: big breakfast from McDonalds... seriously!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you rather be at the beach or be in the snow?&lt;br /&gt;: snow... just cause I haven't been there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you like anyone?&lt;br /&gt;: I don't hate people without a reason... so yeah I like everyone &lt;s&gt;else&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are they older or younger?&lt;br /&gt;: when you like everyone &lt;s&gt;else&lt;/s&gt;, it would be that some are older while others younger&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have any nicknames?&lt;br /&gt;: Filhad... &lt;s&gt;Ulfah&lt;/s&gt; Tysh tried to come up with another one but it didn't catch on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you rather eat or sleep?&lt;br /&gt;: sleep... just cause it burns calories&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you like long car rides?&lt;br /&gt;: noooooooooooooooooooo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wanna go for a walk?&lt;br /&gt;: yeah... like to walk in parks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Favorite colors?&lt;br /&gt;: none really. but i hate orange and grey. grey especially&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rain or sunshine?&lt;br /&gt;: sunshine!! can't stand cold well&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is your favorite drink?&lt;br /&gt;: bandung right now XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plans for the weekend?&lt;br /&gt;: cousins coming to my house&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever been out of the state?&lt;br /&gt;: Singapore ain't got a state&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Out of the country?&lt;br /&gt;: Malaysia and Indonesia only&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever met anyone famous?&lt;br /&gt;: not famous famous... but i suppose&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who is the best band to see in concert?&lt;br /&gt;: haven't been to concerts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How much money do you have on you?&lt;br /&gt;: right now, on me, zero&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next concert you will attend?&lt;br /&gt;: probably Hilary Duff... Lol. I wanted to go to Kanye's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is your favorite dessert?&lt;br /&gt;: cakes! but somehow I'm not a fan of Swensen's ice-cream cake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anything exciting happening soon?&lt;br /&gt;: prom!!! zomg zomg... I might be taking prom preparations too seriously but I feel like as if I'm preparing for a wedding... seriously!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Text or call?&lt;br /&gt;: text... always&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you a morning person?&lt;br /&gt;: more of a night bat... sounds like a title of a lame independant movie. The Night Bat Versus Sunshine Goodness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunrise or Sunset?&lt;br /&gt;: sunrise... i know, contradictory&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you like to watch on tv?&lt;br /&gt;: i have the ability to find almost everything on tv interesting... even *gasp* Hannah Montana&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When is your birthday?&lt;br /&gt;: 29 August... and people owe me prezzie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How old are you?&lt;br /&gt;: sweet 6teen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever been drunk?&lt;br /&gt;: nope... closest I've been to alcohols is in perfume and hair wax&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is the most recent thing you have smoked?&lt;br /&gt;: smoked turkey maybe... and maybe those ashes during ghost month (don't mean halloween. talking about the chinese one)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What kind of pancakes do you like?&lt;br /&gt;: one with melted butter and chocolate/caramel!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What elementry school did you attend?&lt;br /&gt;: Guangyang Primary. Heard of it? Nope? Yeah i know...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How tall are you?&lt;br /&gt;: 1.745 metre... quite short for a guy!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What kind of car do you drive?&lt;br /&gt;: a modified one with loudspeakers and awesome lighting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you own a pair of boots with the fur?&lt;br /&gt;: nah... but I'm searching for white apple-bottomed jeans&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12670225-4762919331184785649?l=marche-dan-les-passe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marche-dan-les-passe.blogspot.com/feeds/4762919331184785649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12670225&amp;postID=4762919331184785649' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12670225/posts/default/4762919331184785649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12670225/posts/default/4762919331184785649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marche-dan-les-passe.blogspot.com/2008/11/who-is-are-favorite-bandartist-hmmm.html' title=''/><author><name>F.i.L.h.A.d.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://www.alicia-logic.com/capsimages/nx_008JackDiscovers.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12670225.post-1364678159305744708</id><published>2008-11-15T17:02:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T18:56:32.794+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"I would like to congratulate all of you because you guys are the batch that managed to receive the lowest MSG in Anderson's history! Congratulations! The average MSG is an astounding 8.6 and in fact the highest L1R5 this year is an all-time low of 15..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or at least that was what happened in my dreams. Rawr. Hope things turns out awesome but I'm still prepared for the worst. Anywhooo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;O'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;l&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;v&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;l&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;f&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;k&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;n&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;g&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;v&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i105.photobucket.com/albums/m226/filhad/os.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 260px; HEIGHT: 307px" height="2537" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i105.photobucket.com/albums/m226/filhad/os.jpg" width="1781" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't have to keep staring at that piece of paper anymore!! And oh the "6" is my row number and I have it because I sit at the freaking first column. Way at the front. Guess I don't mind though cause it's actually quite fun. I mean you can observe the invigilators. There's this outcasted invigilator. And then there's this guy who is really really trying so hard to talk with this two other female invigilator. It was like a drama involving in front of my eyes. That, or my mind is super duper dramatic and imaginative. And am I the only one who thinks that the person-in-charge-whose-name-we-do-not-know looks like a female version of Mr Ang?? Like seriously imagine Mr Ang wearing contact lens, a dress and a wig and you would have someone looking like her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However the curtain does not fall yet. Nooo... Cause there's still prom!! :) By the way does prom really stand for promenade? Or is it promeganate? &lt;s&gt;Or promiscuous!!&lt;/s&gt; Lame... Haha. Ok so I didn't get that awesome Zara shirt. But I got four equally awesome Calvin Klein shirt!! Calvin Klein. Ck. Man it feels nice to say the brand. Calvin Klein!! Kk. And all four for $80 instead of err $600+?? (if you were to follow the price tags) I love you Club 21! Awesome awesome sale. Gonna wait for its awesome sale in 2010 hopefully...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And oh I swear I hate shopping centres now. Am so tired of going in shops after shops and going zoom zoom at clothes and going out to yet another shop. Not going shopping for awhile. Nope. Noooo... (oh Punk Star at Ang Mo Kio Hub sells nice t-shirts!!) Enough about shopping &lt;s&gt;centres&lt;/s&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want a With Love...Hilary Duff perfume. Or Wrapped With Love. Yes yes those are for girls but reviewers says that guys can wear it too! Don't care. Got rare Cocobolo Wood okay (don't know what that is but it sounds manly) But to get the perfume must go like Japan or something. Sigh. But I won't mind a big bottle of Davidoff. Or Salvatore Ferragamo. Or that perfume that Patrick Dempsey is doing... &lt;s&gt;Okay this post is officially too gay to be continued.&lt;/s&gt; Oops cannot say that later Hilary angry... :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="239" width="320"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/C277qAKpUaQ&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/C277qAKpUaQ&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="239"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12670225-1364678159305744708?l=marche-dan-les-passe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marche-dan-les-passe.blogspot.com/feeds/1364678159305744708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12670225&amp;postID=1364678159305744708' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12670225/posts/default/1364678159305744708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12670225/posts/default/1364678159305744708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marche-dan-les-passe.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-would-like-to-congratulate-all-of-you.html' title=''/><author><name>F.i.L.h.A.d.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://www.alicia-logic.com/capsimages/nx_008JackDiscovers.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12670225.post-8979072330301417934</id><published>2008-11-08T13:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-08T13:38:31.237+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>so we spent 8 hours walking&lt;br /&gt;(excluding eating time and praying)&lt;br /&gt;and went to alot of places&lt;br /&gt;from VivoCity to Bugis&lt;br /&gt;to Plaza Singapura to random buildings in Orchard&lt;br /&gt;found Saiful's jacket&lt;br /&gt;but was told I couldn't buy mind&lt;br /&gt;am still pissed&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12670225-8979072330301417934?l=marche-dan-les-passe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marche-dan-les-passe.blogspot.com/feeds/8979072330301417934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12670225&amp;postID=8979072330301417934' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12670225/posts/default/8979072330301417934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12670225/posts/default/8979072330301417934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marche-dan-les-passe.blogspot.com/2008/11/so-we-spent-8-hours-walking-excluding.html' title=''/><author><name>F.i.L.h.A.d.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://www.alicia-logic.com/capsimages/nx_008JackDiscovers.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12670225.post-6789944071139629887</id><published>2008-11-06T17:34:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-08T13:22:03.986+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Holiday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember summers, you and me lasting forever&lt;br /&gt;Holidays come and we'd never, never ever be apart&lt;br /&gt;I remember spending, all of my time, every minute&lt;br /&gt;The two of us we had our own rhythm, intune with&lt;br /&gt;The beat of my heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now in the summer (I miss you)&lt;br /&gt;And in the winter (I miss you)&lt;br /&gt;It don't matter (what I do)&lt;br /&gt;Since you went away, since you went away&lt;br /&gt;Now in the summer (I miss you)&lt;br /&gt;And in the winter (I miss you)&lt;br /&gt;It don't matter what I do&lt;br /&gt;It don't matter what I say&lt;br /&gt;You left it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You took a holiday from us&lt;br /&gt;Took a trip and left your love&lt;br /&gt;If your heart weren't down forever&lt;br /&gt;You should have told me where it was&lt;br /&gt;You took a holiday from me&lt;br /&gt;I guess you needed to be free&lt;br /&gt;Would have loved you with no measure&lt;br /&gt;And now you got me asking&lt;br /&gt;Where (where did you go huh? where did you go huh?)&lt;br /&gt;Where (where did you go huh? where did you go huh?) did you go?&lt;br /&gt;(where did you go huh?) Where did my heart go?&lt;br /&gt;You took a holiday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where (where did you go huh? where did you go huh?)&lt;br /&gt;Where (where did you go huh? where did you go huh?) did you go?&lt;br /&gt;(where did you go huh?) Why did you leave?&lt;br /&gt;This ain't no holiday for me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walking, watching you leave there's no talking&lt;br /&gt;Back on my own it's so shocking&lt;br /&gt;Guess forever was just a dream&lt;br /&gt;I think we could have made it&lt;br /&gt;But our history now is fading&lt;br /&gt;My image of the future is changing&lt;br /&gt;And baby damn that thing called destiny,&lt;br /&gt;Got the best of me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I could take a step back, make it turn out different&lt;br /&gt;I would hide those bags, and I'd tear that ticket&lt;br /&gt;Never thought you and me would be done in a minute&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm making new plans and you're just not in it&lt;br /&gt;Where did you go?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12670225-6789944071139629887?l=marche-dan-les-passe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marche-dan-les-passe.blogspot.com/feeds/6789944071139629887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12670225&amp;postID=6789944071139629887' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12670225/posts/default/6789944071139629887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12670225/posts/default/6789944071139629887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marche-dan-les-passe.blogspot.com/2008/11/holiday-i-remember-summers-you-and-me.html' title=''/><author><name>F.i.L.h.A.d.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://www.alicia-logic.com/capsimages/nx_008JackDiscovers.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12670225.post-7032907596855094811</id><published>2008-11-03T16:00:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-08T13:20:29.624+08:00</updated><title type='text'>To what extent does Social Studies bore you? (-13 m)</title><content type='html'>To what extent does Social Studies bore people? ( -13m)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Certainly, as the statement suggest, Social Studies is a bore. However, it cannot be solely blamed for boring people as there are other factors such as Additional Maths and Physics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Social Studies involves the study of the perfect system of the Singapore government. The year when the subject was first introduced is unknown, but judging by the eager government to "tame" young Singaporeans' minds, it must have began immediately when Singapore gained independance, that is in 1965. When studying Social Studies, students are forced to remember historical facts where other countries have failed because of an incompetent government. They are then told of a better alternative, that is the way of the Singapore government. Social Studies bore people specifically because students are required to memorise two entire textbooks. The aim of this is to etch the &lt;s&gt;worthless propagandas&lt;/s&gt; information in students' minds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However. the significant of Social Studies should not be overexagerated as there are other factors to blame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Additional Maths was started because some people got bored and decided, "Hey, u know i dun tink ive done enuff maths. Lets do smmore!! Woohoo!" Thanks to Additional Maths though, students are prepared if a guy asks "If that street bisects this street at a 45 degree angle, find x." Also, when cooking we can "use mensuration to figure out the total surface area of a saucepan". We can also determine if the "corner of our table has an angle's sine of 0.866" or otherwise. However, maths bore people because it is so freaking difficult. Failing it over and over again is just plain sucky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Physics, or also commonly called Physicks, is the study of how to use Maths in real life. For example, using the equation v=fλ, we can calculate the wavelength of radio waves so that we can adjust our satellite dishes to receive the signal as efficiently as possible. However, Physics is boring because it is a freaking lie! The tests and prelims were so easy yet the O'levels' paper was so effing difficult. Garh people hate Physics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the final anaylsis, I think that people should make their own conclusions because whenever I try to write conclusions I don't get any marks so whatever!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12670225-7032907596855094811?l=marche-dan-les-passe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marche-dan-les-passe.blogspot.com/feeds/7032907596855094811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12670225&amp;postID=7032907596855094811' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12670225/posts/default/7032907596855094811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12670225/posts/default/7032907596855094811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marche-dan-les-passe.blogspot.com/2008/11/to-what-extent-does-social-studies-bore.html' title='To what extent does Social Studies bore you? (-13 m)'/><author><name>F.i.L.h.A.d.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://www.alicia-logic.com/capsimages/nx_008JackDiscovers.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12670225.post-3784840204908818177</id><published>2008-10-09T21:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T21:40:37.460+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Dear Tysh:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't really know how to tell you this, but you're a pervert. I think I realized it when I saw the shrunken head in your camping car and I saw you carve your initials into my avocado plant. I'm sure you're cowardly enough to understand how boring you are. I'm returning the pictures from LA to you, but I'll keep your neighbour Martin as a memory. You should also know that I never will forget Eggplant-fetishism .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In pain,&lt;br /&gt;=FiL.HaD="&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12670225-3784840204908818177?l=marche-dan-les-passe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marche-dan-les-passe.blogspot.com/feeds/3784840204908818177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12670225&amp;postID=3784840204908818177' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12670225/posts/default/3784840204908818177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12670225/posts/default/3784840204908818177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marche-dan-les-passe.blogspot.com/2008/10/dear-tysh-i-dont-really-know-how-to.html' title=''/><author><name>F.i.L.h.A.d.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://www.alicia-logic.com/capsimages/nx_008JackDiscovers.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12670225.post-3242777464087848185</id><published>2008-09-04T00:44:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-04T01:52:08.170+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#009900;"&gt;~&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Happy Fasting Muslim People&lt;/span&gt;!~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Countdowns :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;26&lt;/span&gt; more days to Hari Raya Aidilfitri!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;46&lt;/span&gt; more days to start of 'O' Levels&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;78&lt;/span&gt; more days to end of 'O' Levels&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;83 &lt;/span&gt;more days to Prom Night&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12670225-3242777464087848185?l=marche-dan-les-passe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marche-dan-les-passe.blogspot.com/feeds/3242777464087848185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12670225&amp;postID=3242777464087848185' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12670225/posts/default/3242777464087848185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12670225/posts/default/3242777464087848185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marche-dan-les-passe.blogspot.com/2008/09/happy-fasting-muslim-people-26-more.html' title=''/><author><name>F.i.L.h.A.d.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://www.alicia-logic.com/capsimages/nx_008JackDiscovers.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12670225.post-2711985557998846628</id><published>2008-08-29T23:59:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-04T00:43:57.122+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(this shall be a normal blog post)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;Happy Birthday, FADHIL!! (that would be, ME)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, today was awesome! Teacher's day celebration was somehow more fun than previous years! I love the &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;super&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;man&lt;/span&gt; theme! I guess concerts this year have been rocking! So it was my&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt; birthday&lt;/span&gt; today! (nope, i can't stop exclamation-ing)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes I have forgotten how to blog. Thus I do not know what to say. (and errr, this is getting awkward...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So whatever. I shall list today chronologically.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Rushed to school thinking that I would be late. Turned out, was 45 minutes early. Met people who were 105 minutes early. (loser... ^_^)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Went to canteen to get &lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;green tea &lt;/span&gt;as was having a slight fever. Was given &lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;chocolate&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;cards&lt;/span&gt;!! (yes, very awkward...) But thank you, AFFS (hah! this doesnt sound vulgar)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Flag-raising! Then ACES day, which was so unchoreographed. But still fun to do. &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Apples&lt;/span&gt; next, which was sourrrrr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) Hall! Teachers' day celebration! Fun fun!! Lotssa singing and dancing... &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Super&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;man&lt;/span&gt;! Nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) Waited for people at porch. Bored. Waiting...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) Mesjid! Solat jumaat. Khutbah. Dua rakaat of solat. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) AFKSU took Mass Rapit Transport to Causeway Point. Atiqah and Ulfah gossiping about me and Saiful. Hmmh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Seoul Garden&lt;/span&gt;. Full seh. Told to wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9) Went around Causeway Point searching for seats. Ended up squatting at the Bangaladeshi-place at the underground area. (actually, this is just behind the MRT)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10) Got the call that we can enter &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Seoul Garden&lt;/span&gt; at 3. Paid $15 bucks myself. (remember, you people owe me prezzies XD ) Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11) Grilled &lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;chicken&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;meat&lt;/span&gt; and boiled &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;prawns&lt;/span&gt;. Fun fun! Except for the hot oil that sprayed everywhere. Ate alot. Moved on to &lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;ice&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;cream&lt;/span&gt;. Could eat no more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12) Met up with AAS near the Playstation 2 booth. AKSU played some racing game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13) Ulfah went home. The real Amirawr went home. Khairi went home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14) AAFSS walked around and stopped. Went in and out of shops. Gained some leg muscles I swear from all the pit-stops at prominent walkway. Lol. Must apply for bustering license then can get paid for standing so much!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15) Atiqah's family got to Causeway Point. Met her sister who thought that me and Saiful were _ _ _ _ (i'll admit, that was nice!) Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16) AFSS stood near the MRT entrance and talked about stuff. Then saw Nazira! Who couldn't recognise me at first. But she did after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17) AS went home. FS went to&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt; Timezone&lt;/span&gt; cause wanted to play a game. But realised we needed a card so didn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18) FS took MRT and went home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was kindda long list. Lol. To sum it up, Friday the 29th was awesome! Ok, should focus more on mugging for the other half of prelims and O's! And oh, am searching for prom outfit! K lah. Shall not post until after O's are over and done with, which is like, in one month and 2 weeks' time. Byes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12670225-2711985557998846628?l=marche-dan-les-passe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marche-dan-les-passe.blogspot.com/feeds/2711985557998846628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12670225&amp;postID=2711985557998846628' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12670225/posts/default/2711985557998846628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12670225/posts/default/2711985557998846628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marche-dan-les-passe.blogspot.com/2008/08/this-shall-be-normal-blog-post-happy.html' title=''/><author><name>F.i.L.h.A.d.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://www.alicia-logic.com/capsimages/nx_008JackDiscovers.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12670225.post-9088232929137429110</id><published>2008-08-22T22:05:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T23:14:02.167+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>1.The person who tagged you is:&lt;br /&gt;- Ulfahzatul Tysha Binte Sherzaman S92XXXXXI&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.Your relationship with her is:&lt;br /&gt;- Little brother. In a retarded manner cause she's younger&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Your five impressions of her:&lt;br /&gt;- Whatever. Fierce. Feline. Bitchy. Not-ugly (cause i refuse to praise u)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. The most memorable thing she has done for you:&lt;br /&gt;- When (if) she actually lug 45 kg of weight to school for my birthday!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. The most memorable thing she said to you:&lt;br /&gt;- Omg Fadhil! You look so hot in celak! (not kidding!! she DID say it...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. If she becomes your lover, you will:&lt;br /&gt;- Probably waste $60/hour with my psychiatrist&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. If she becomes your lover, thing she has to improve on will be:&lt;br /&gt;- Oh you have no idea... I'll start writing the list soon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. If she becomes your enemy, you will:&lt;br /&gt;- go up to her and ask her what right does she have to hate me (no one should hate me lor)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. If she becomes your enemy, the reason will be:&lt;br /&gt;- probably cause she &lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;thinks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt; (i stress on the word "thinks") that I'm too kaypoh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. What you want to do for her the most:&lt;br /&gt;- Help her make her decision as to what birthday prezzie to give me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Your overall impression of her :&lt;br /&gt;- Retarded. Just kidding. She's a nice human being&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. How you think people around you will feel about you?:&lt;br /&gt;- Weirdo? Self-centred? Narcissistic?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. The characteristics you love about yourself:&lt;br /&gt;- Lol. I have a nice handwriting for a guy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. On the contrary, the characteristics you hate about yourself are:&lt;br /&gt;- That I can't focus! I digress too much... And am too random at times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. The most ideal person you want to be:&lt;br /&gt;- The guy I see in the mirror... Awwww&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. The people that care about and like you, say something to them:&lt;br /&gt;- You like me? Who doesnt? (kidding) Thanks for being there... Appreciate it loads... Muacks (LOL)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. List 8 people and answer the questions accordingly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#1 Aliya&lt;br /&gt;#2 Mariah Crazy&lt;br /&gt;#3 Amirawr&lt;br /&gt;#4 Ulfah&lt;br /&gt;#5 Saiful&lt;br /&gt;#6 Khairi&lt;br /&gt;#7 Syafinah&lt;br /&gt;#8 Hilary Duff!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Who is no.6 having a relationship with? (Khairi)&lt;br /&gt;-*cough cough* hmmm... *rolls eyes and stop at south*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Is no.3 male or female? (Amirawr)&lt;br /&gt;- Should be, female? (kidding) She IS female. (duh, see the "she"?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Is no.7 and 6 together? (Syafinah and Khairi)&lt;br /&gt;- ROFL! I am so loving this quiz...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. What is no.2 studying? (Mariah Crazy)&lt;br /&gt;- She studies? Didn't she drop out of kindergarten "school" like, 30 years ago?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. When was the last time you had a chat with no. 3? (Amirawr)&lt;br /&gt;- Hmm... Either 12 or 13 August in the library when she was playing with a calculator&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. What kind of band does no.8 like? (Hilary Duff)&lt;br /&gt;- Not sure... I know she hates Good Charlotte though! LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. Does no. 1 have any siblings? (Aliya)&lt;br /&gt;- Nope... She wants to have one though, I think&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. Will you woo no.3? (Amirawr)&lt;br /&gt;- Ermm... Ermmm... In my mind, she is already taken so... (yes i have vivid imaginations)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. How about no.7? (Syafinah)&lt;br /&gt;- Ermmmmm... Lets refer to qns above and infer from it (Amy Ang, proud of me yet?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. Is no.4 single? (Ulfah)&lt;br /&gt;- Shall not answer in case she goes all silent and suddenly screams "APER LAH?!!" XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. What is the surname of no. 5? (Saiful)&lt;br /&gt;- Noor Mohd. Yes, his dad IS a full pledge male though there's a Noor in his name&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. What is the hobby of no.4? (Ulfah)&lt;br /&gt;- her far-ther send herr money, forr dansing lessauns, sing-ing lessauns. he wants forr her to be big sucses. he tells her, ulfah rulesz (ripped off war inc)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. Does no.5 and 8 get along well? (Saiful and Hilary Duff)&lt;br /&gt;- Duh. Hilary is so awesome like that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. Where is no.2 studying at? (Mariah Crazy)&lt;br /&gt;- Probably in the arms of Nick Cannons (for now). Aww&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. Say something casual about no.1. (Aliya)&lt;br /&gt;- Something casual. (lame) Heh she's born one day after me! (not really but still...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. Have you tried developing feelings for no.8? (Hilary Duff)&lt;br /&gt;- Omg you have no idea!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. Where does no.1 live? (Aliya)&lt;br /&gt;- Woodlands. There, said with so much gusto and determination&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35. What colours does no 5 like? (Saiful)&lt;br /&gt;- Erm.. Green!! and ergh... green?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36. Are no.4 and no.1 best friends? (Ulfah and Aliya)&lt;br /&gt;- In a way I suppose&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37. Does no.7 like no.2? (Syafinah and Mariah Crazy)&lt;br /&gt;- Oh come on! Why would she?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38. How did you get to know no.2? (Mariah Crazy)&lt;br /&gt;- Probably after she started  shrieking like crazy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39. Does no.1 have any pets? (Aliya)&lt;br /&gt;- I think so. A cat! (everyone has cats... Hmm)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40. Is no.7 the sexiest person? (Syafinah)&lt;br /&gt;- Erhhh... She don't think she is. But in a way... She's so hot even alloys like Solder would melt. (LOL Pickup line tak menjadi)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;41. What do you think no.4 is doing right now? (Ulfah)&lt;br /&gt;- Helping her aunts make kuihs. probably shaking her hips later like Shakira&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12670225-9088232929137429110?l=marche-dan-les-passe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marche-dan-les-passe.blogspot.com/feeds/9088232929137429110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12670225&amp;postID=9088232929137429110' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12670225/posts/default/9088232929137429110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12670225/posts/default/9088232929137429110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marche-dan-les-passe.blogspot.com/2008/08/1.html' title=''/><author><name>F.i.L.h.A.d.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://www.alicia-logic.com/capsimages/nx_008JackDiscovers.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12670225.post-7357010940356045717</id><published>2008-08-11T14:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-11T14:55:57.164+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>To : The #@&amp;amp;%! loser who stole my shoes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From : This guy who hopes that your feet swell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Message : Dear sir, I am heartened to know that you think so highly of my white-but-dirty-its-almost-grey school shoes. It appeases me to think that you would particularly choose my shoe among the other ten shoes. However, there is a problem. The problem is that the shoe is MINE considering that MY father bought it for ME. Furthermore sir, you have already stole my other shoe previously and thus I would appreciate if you could just stick to that one. Thanks to you I had to spend an evening scrubbing the dirt out of my old one. I know that you would not read this (if you do, it's time to call the police!) but all I want to say is that, may your feet swell to the size of a baboon's butt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your's truly,&lt;br /&gt;(pretend-this-is-signature)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12670225-7357010940356045717?l=marche-dan-les-passe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marche-dan-les-passe.blogspot.com/feeds/7357010940356045717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12670225&amp;postID=7357010940356045717' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12670225/posts/default/7357010940356045717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12670225/posts/default/7357010940356045717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marche-dan-les-passe.blogspot.com/2008/08/to-loser-who-stole-my-shoes-from-this.html' title=''/><author><name>F.i.L.h.A.d.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://www.alicia-logic.com/capsimages/nx_008JackDiscovers.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12670225.post-8165839882423677051</id><published>2008-06-22T02:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-22T02:07:25.659+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I should do what every sane Sec 4s should do. I am &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;closing my blog&lt;/span&gt;, for now. Until I've got my life sorted out. I swear to not waste anymore time online on stuffs (e.g. Neopets, Facebook, Movies). If I don't, may... well, may this com be infested with &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Worms and Trojans&lt;/span&gt;!! Nyeahaha. Till then, adieu. &lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Sobs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12670225-8165839882423677051?l=marche-dan-les-passe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marche-dan-les-passe.blogspot.com/feeds/8165839882423677051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12670225&amp;postID=8165839882423677051' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12670225/posts/default/8165839882423677051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12670225/posts/default/8165839882423677051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marche-dan-les-passe.blogspot.com/2008/06/i-should-do-what-every-sane-sec-4s.html' title=''/><author><name>F.i.L.h.A.d.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://www.alicia-logic.com/capsimages/nx_008JackDiscovers.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12670225.post-6900688730435756379</id><published>2008-06-21T22:18:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-21T22:57:46.874+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>World. I have unravelled a revolutionary fact. I have supreme POWER. Yes, its true. All this while when I've been watching Heroes, I thought to myself, "Wouldn't it be awesome if I could self-regenerate like Claire, or fly like Nathan, or absorb every power like Peter?" Well, now I can stand alongside these people. For my power, is that I can let time slip through my fingers like water!! *triumphant music*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"OMG" "WTH" See, that was my second power. I single-handedly predicted that you were gonna say that!! *triumphant music, again* I know right. How amazing is that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"School is gonna start next week" Yeah, using my second power, I can predict the future!! Let me narrow it down to Monday. During flag raising, there will be... a hair check!! And first lesson for 4/3 would be... GEOGRAPHY!! And after school there will be... CA2!! Woah. 3 predictions already. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this goes out to the teachers : i am so sorry that &lt;s&gt;we&lt;/s&gt; i did not complete all my homework in due time. please forgive me for this &lt;s&gt;totally obvious&lt;/s&gt; unseen event&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12670225-6900688730435756379?l=marche-dan-les-passe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marche-dan-les-passe.blogspot.com/feeds/6900688730435756379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12670225&amp;postID=6900688730435756379' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12670225/posts/default/6900688730435756379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12670225/posts/default/6900688730435756379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marche-dan-les-passe.blogspot.com/2008/06/world.html' title=''/><author><name>F.i.L.h.A.d.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://www.alicia-logic.com/capsimages/nx_008JackDiscovers.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12670225.post-102887666458017329</id><published>2008-06-04T02:37:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-11T14:44:18.031+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Scrap the previous post. I've done it!! I've finally realised the access to perfect grades for my GCE O's!! Wanna know how?? Huh do ya? Do ya wanna know?? Well actually I've used this method in primary school. I guess I forgot about it. So here goes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Step 1 : Actually use &lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;COMB&lt;/span&gt; to do my hair. That way, all my hair will be in one direction and flat. This ensures a cohesive learning. Furthermore, the absence of hair products will do good to the already dying scalp&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Step 2 : Stop caring about &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;PIMPLES&lt;/span&gt;. Think of them as stepping stones for you to crush and make a mark a.k.a scar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Step 3 : Stop wearing &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;EYELINER&lt;/span&gt;. Obviously all those black Kohl will get into your cornea, acting as a lubricant to dislocate your eyeballs thus preventing proper connection to the brain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Step 4 : Wear those &lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;PANTS&lt;/span&gt; up high babeh! That way your hands are actually free from having to hold em' up and you can actually use your hands to, say, start writing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Step 5 : Stop talking. This is the most essential step. Doing this will ensure that there will be less knowledge-loss and "brain-drain"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There you have it. Five steps to scoring perfect grades. Remember, practice makes perfect. So do these steps daily and repeatedly.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12670225-102887666458017329?l=marche-dan-les-passe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marche-dan-les-passe.blogspot.com/feeds/102887666458017329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12670225&amp;postID=102887666458017329' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12670225/posts/default/102887666458017329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12670225/posts/default/102887666458017329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marche-dan-les-passe.blogspot.com/2008/06/scrap-previous-post.html' title=''/><author><name>F.i.L.h.A.d.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://www.alicia-logic.com/capsimages/nx_008JackDiscovers.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12670225.post-940308248408706572</id><published>2008-06-04T02:09:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-04T02:28:22.592+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;don't hate me for this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why but I can &lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;seriously&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; find some similarity between &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;War Inc.&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Fahrenheit 451&lt;/span&gt; and even&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt; The Simpsons&lt;/span&gt;. I mean think about it.&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt; F451&lt;/span&gt; talks about how the community is under "communism" and so does &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;War Inc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt; The Simpsons&lt;/span&gt; makes lame but impactful jokes that delivers a message, and so does &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;War Inc. &lt;/span&gt;Hell I would love to give a long review of the movie like Khai would, but I'm just too lazy. Just watch the movie! So moving on... &lt;p&gt;Today was a waste of time. Like the past four days have been wastes of time. Didn't do a single homework. A read through of the Organic Chemistry topics were all that I managed. I don't know. Time just hates me so much it wanna run off. Damn am I THAT hideous? Rawr&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I guess if you think about it, it is freaky. Like six months from now, we're all going to be in Poly/JC/ITE. Heh. To think a few years back I've been ranting bout how much I hated this school. And now well...I can imagine prom night already. Gosh that'll be weird. Seing everybody in like gowns and tuxedos. *shivers* o.0&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Other than Yonica Babyyeah putting a scorpion down her pants, I really have nothing to rant about. Well I'll update next time, probably to share my secret on how I managed to complete my revision plus do all my homework. *wishing*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12670225-940308248408706572?l=marche-dan-les-passe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marche-dan-les-passe.blogspot.com/feeds/940308248408706572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12670225&amp;postID=940308248408706572' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12670225/posts/default/940308248408706572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12670225/posts/default/940308248408706572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marche-dan-les-passe.blogspot.com/2008/06/dont-hate-me-for-this-i-dont-know-why.html' title=''/><author><name>F.i.L.h.A.d.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://www.alicia-logic.com/capsimages/nx_008JackDiscovers.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12670225.post-5522730400824084724</id><published>2008-05-14T21:32:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-14T21:53:47.959+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ulfah asked me to. =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) At what age do you wish to get married? : 25 i think...&lt;br /&gt;2) Who is more important to you? Friends or Girlfriends? : Friends. Girlfriends are so, girly&lt;br /&gt;3) Who is the person you trust most? : No idea. Just know that it's not me&lt;br /&gt;4) Do you think you have enough confidence? : I don't know why but when I listen to music i get this sensational amount of confidence&lt;br /&gt;5) If you can have a dream come true, what would it be? : To be a kid again!!&lt;br /&gt;6) Do you believe in seeing a rainbow after the rain? : I've seen them like, 6 times my entire life&lt;br /&gt;7) What is your goal for this year? : 6 A1's for O-levels (yeah right)&lt;br /&gt;8) Do you believe in eternity love? : Not... exactly&lt;br /&gt;9) Have you broken someone's heart that she tried to commit sucide? : Nope&lt;br /&gt;10) What feeling do you love most? : Untroubled&lt;br /&gt;11) What are the requirements that you wish from your other half? : We have to be comfortable with each other&lt;br /&gt;12) What if you saw your girlfriend on a date with another guy? : B***hslap the dumb outta her&lt;br /&gt;13) Do you cherish every single friendship of yours? : Yep yep. Everyone made a difference&lt;br /&gt;14) What do you think is the most important thing in your life? : Religion&lt;br /&gt;15) Describe the person who tagged you in 5 words: Ulfah is like, this girl...&lt;br /&gt;16) What have you done to please yourself? : Err, do crunches?&lt;br /&gt;17) If time were to rewind , when would you want it to be? : When I was so young I didn't even know me&lt;br /&gt;18) Do you love yourself? : Yes&lt;br /&gt;19) What do you wish for now? : To exercise, don't feel so unfit, get at least a B4 for all returning SA1 scripts&lt;br /&gt;20) In what manner would you want to die? : In the most peaceful one, during my sleep&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12670225-5522730400824084724?l=marche-dan-les-passe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marche-dan-les-passe.blogspot.com/feeds/5522730400824084724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12670225&amp;postID=5522730400824084724' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12670225/posts/default/5522730400824084724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12670225/posts/default/5522730400824084724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marche-dan-les-passe.blogspot.com/2008/05/ulfah-asked-me-to.html' title=''/><author><name>F.i.L.h.A.d.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://www.alicia-logic.com/capsimages/nx_008JackDiscovers.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12670225.post-4596301215537261153</id><published>2008-04-20T12:47:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-20T13:29:28.089+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;escapade \ˈes-kə-ˌpād\&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;: a usually adventurous action that runs counter to approved or conventional conduct&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; (derived from French, action of escaping (&lt;em&gt;escapada)&lt;/em&gt;, from &lt;em&gt;escapar&lt;/em&gt; to &lt;em&gt;escape&lt;/em&gt; to Vulgar Latin &lt;em&gt;excappare&lt;/em&gt; )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so speech day was a bore. i mean the performances weren't bad but... let's just say it was named SPEECH day for a reason. plus the tie was choky as usual. (haha i need to stop complaining XD) so after that thing ended, we decided to go &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;escapade-ing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. yepp. not escaping, not esplanade-ing, but (^ refer above).  so our "non-approved conduct" was going to Clarke Quay to be by the river and going home at 11.30 p.m. while knowing that we have to wake up at 6 a.m. tomorrow for our SA1 Higher Malay paper. that, plus taking bad quality photos. XD yeah we pretty much lepak-ed. walked by the pubs and watched them have fun (a.k.a sipping beer while standing at tables), stalked two guys in guy clothes but not acting so guy-ishly (they hold hands throughout and kissed) and ate MacDonalds stuff by the serene part of the river.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;took the wrong type of bus home which went the extra mile for me. well at least the paper was alright i guess. aside from 2 hentam-ed peribahasa, i think i can pass. Xd&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;aim : be 65 kg by June 2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12670225-4596301215537261153?l=marche-dan-les-passe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marche-dan-les-passe.blogspot.com/feeds/4596301215537261153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12670225&amp;postID=4596301215537261153' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12670225/posts/default/4596301215537261153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12670225/posts/default/4596301215537261153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marche-dan-les-passe.blogspot.com/2008/04/escapade-es-k-pd-usually-adventurous.html' title=''/><author><name>F.i.L.h.A.d.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://www.alicia-logic.com/capsimages/nx_008JackDiscovers.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12670225.post-7422529566038717111</id><published>2008-04-12T00:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-12T00:48:47.366+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i FAILED my NAPFA 2.4 km run!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;what's new huh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but it's ok i'm still brimming with optimism XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;the mask will stay &gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's always the re-run!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;you will stay...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;re-runs are fun cause there's less people watching&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;here we go again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i have forgotten how to blog, really&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;Ctrl + A&lt;/s&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12670225-7422529566038717111?l=marche-dan-les-passe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marche-dan-les-passe.blogspot.com/feeds/7422529566038717111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12670225&amp;postID=7422529566038717111' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12670225/posts/default/7422529566038717111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12670225/posts/default/7422529566038717111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marche-dan-les-passe.blogspot.com/2008/04/i-failed-my-napfa-2.html' title=''/><author><name>F.i.L.h.A.d.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://www.alicia-logic.com/capsimages/nx_008JackDiscovers.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12670225.post-6252380175666587207</id><published>2008-04-09T17:16:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-09T17:28:46.808+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Fine. So I screwed you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I took your measurements wrongly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And then panicked when you didn't react&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But you could have been nicer right??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;stupid Chemistry SPA&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;o &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;ntoxicated it's &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;G&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;ood &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;H&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;aha... What do you feel when...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You read this post??? Incomprehensible??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I think NOT! XD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12670225-6252380175666587207?l=marche-dan-les-passe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marche-dan-les-passe.blogspot.com/feeds/6252380175666587207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12670225&amp;postID=6252380175666587207' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12670225/posts/default/6252380175666587207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12670225/posts/default/6252380175666587207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marche-dan-les-passe.blogspot.com/2008/04/fine.html' title=''/><author><name>F.i.L.h.A.d.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://www.alicia-logic.com/capsimages/nx_008JackDiscovers.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12670225.post-2591623802700156520</id><published>2008-02-14T20:45:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-14T21:48:59.997+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello. Happy V-day people!! &lt;s&gt;that is V for Vendetta&lt;/s&gt; Lol. Sorry for the long absence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;s&gt;Sec 4 life = nuisance&lt;br /&gt;(nuisance)^2 = Sec 16 Life&lt;br /&gt;Sec 4 life = [(nuisance)^2]^1/2&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway in view of the few hours of "V's" left, I shall post these quotes which every single guy should have used today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Are you a kleptomaniac? Then why is it that you keep stealing my heart?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sit down. You must be really tired after walking through my mind all day long"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I have only three months to live. .."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm sorry, were you talking to me? No? Well then, please start."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hey I'm looking for treasure. Can I look around your chest? "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hi, I just wanted to give you the satisfaction of turning me down; go ahead say no."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"So, you're a girl huh?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry if you didn't laugh. Lol. And I'm sorry for the lameness. By the way, the first was created by your's truly... *ehem ehem* And the second was used on Hilary Duff... (no, it wasn't me). Anyway thank you to all who gave me stuff!! I feel like a scrooge not giving back. Maybe some other time? Mayn muhabbat aap. Spread the love people. You may fall from the sky, you may fall from a tree, but the best way to fall... is in love with me. XD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12670225-2591623802700156520?l=marche-dan-les-passe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marche-dan-les-passe.blogspot.com/feeds/2591623802700156520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12670225&amp;postID=2591623802700156520' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12670225/posts/default/2591623802700156520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12670225/posts/default/2591623802700156520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marche-dan-les-passe.blogspot.com/2008/02/hello.html' title=''/><author><name>F.i.L.h.A.d.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://www.alicia-logic.com/capsimages/nx_008JackDiscovers.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12670225.post-7421963113485578543</id><published>2007-12-29T03:52:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-11T14:58:11.196+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Hi, how are you feeling today? Oh, nt gd. i feel ;(. And may I ask why? i'm nt sure. Prob coz of da fact dat schl is a mere 4 days away. Ah, that. Everyone's feeling it you know? Yea bt still. O'lvl looms nearer. Hmwk still nt done. Nt dat i din try...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"a thousand miles seems pretty far&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but they've got planes and trains and cars&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i'd walk to you if i had no other way&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;our friends would all make fun of us&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but we'd just laugh along because&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;we know that none of them have felt this way"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;My resolution for 2008 is to be able to sing this song and feel happy. Hmm. Looked through my playlist and realised that most of the songs are in the genre of "Say Goodbye", "I Just Don't Love You No More" and "Crushcrushcrush". Sigh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;[sarcasm]Yipee. My beloved and dearly missed 4/3[/sarcasm] will be on the same floor as 4/1 and 4/2!! [sarcasm]I'm so happy!![/sarcasm] More comparisons cometh our way. Add to that the Amaths Mastery test on 8 Jan!! Woots. Fail that and bye bye AMaths.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*sorry for this very boring post. and thank you khai for the sarcasm code.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12670225-7421963113485578543?l=marche-dan-les-passe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marche-dan-les-passe.blogspot.com/feeds/7421963113485578543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12670225&amp;postID=7421963113485578543' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12670225/posts/default/7421963113485578543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12670225/posts/default/7421963113485578543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marche-dan-les-passe.blogspot.com/2007/12/hi-how-are-you-feeling-today-oh-nt-gd.html' title=''/><author><name>F.i.L.h.A.d.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://www.alicia-logic.com/capsimages/nx_008JackDiscovers.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12670225.post-3261571991388247325</id><published>2007-12-04T00:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-04T01:40:28.079+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Did you know that Jesse James got shot in the head while pretending to adjust a hung picture frame?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you know that Michael Jackson claimed he didn't bleach his skin? He blamed it on vitiligo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you know that Taufik Batisah is the first Singapore artiste to endorse for Swatch, and that his Wikipedia page is way longer than Sylvester's + Olinda's + Daphne's put together?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you know that Paul Twohill has recently released a new single?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you know that Ashlee Simpson's Outta My Head (Ay Ya Ya) is produced by Timbaland?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you know that Hilary Duff's Gypsy Woman featured an excerpt from Winston Churchill's "This Was Their Finest Hour" speech?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you know that I know that you know that I don't know what i'm talking about?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Chicken went to ride on a Soul Train. There's where he saw a sign that said "Odio eso te quiero". Just as Chicken was about to encode it, he heard a voice saying "if u bothered to read this..u just wasted ur time..lol..sorry im bored.." Chicken ignored the voice, thinking to himself "the world's a rollar coaster &amp;amp;i'm not strapped in". After a while, Chicken felt quite thirsty and wished he had some CHILLI!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!. Oh boy, Wishes do come true...But sometimes for the worst.... The weird guy sitting next to him offered him some. But it was so spicy that Chicken started to flap his wings. But Chicken, being a chicken, could not fly and he fell, and Hu knew such a small fall cn cause u so much pain? Chicken felt seriously embarrassed, and expected the guy to laugh or maybe start a -Pillow fight&lt;s&gt;s&lt;/s&gt; or something. Instead, the guy just sat there, possibly thinking "haiz so many hmwk!!!". That was when Chicken realised that The KEY to SUCCEEDING in a RELATIONSHIP is not FINDING the RIGHT PERSON; it's LEARNING to LOVE the PERSON U FOUND=) &lt;s&gt;(Offline)&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;s&gt;And yes it doesn't make sense, but it probably would on MSN's Window Messenger Display Name&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/s&gt; :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12670225-3261571991388247325?l=marche-dan-les-passe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marche-dan-les-passe.blogspot.com/feeds/3261571991388247325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12670225&amp;postID=3261571991388247325' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12670225/posts/default/3261571991388247325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12670225/posts/default/3261571991388247325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marche-dan-les-passe.blogspot.com/2007/12/did-you-know-that-jesse-james-got-shot.html' title=''/><author><name>F.i.L.h.A.d.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://www.alicia-logic.com/capsimages/nx_008JackDiscovers.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12670225.post-7440915370308791619</id><published>2007-11-09T16:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-09T18:38:29.067+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;I'LL ADMIT TO SOMETHING.&lt;br /&gt;I HAVE NOTHING TO BLOG ABOUT.&lt;br /&gt;{{&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ok that's kind of a lie considering that i have to blog about people not blogging, about how the holidays are going, about how easy geography can be if you actually study. and i still did not get the chance to rant about Hilary Duff, Britney Spears and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kHmvkRoEowc"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Chris Crocker&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;. plus i have yet to upload the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://i105.photobucket.com/albums/m226/filhad/donaldbmp2.jpg"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ugly donald duck picture&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; and still the &lt;a href="http://i105.photobucket.com/albums/m226/filhad/ABCD00012.jpg"&gt;&lt;u&gt;501th pokemon&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/a href&gt; is not yet revealed (sorry bambaiz; pronounced bum-bah-eh). and on top of this list is the raya outing! i just don't know how to go about it (video podcast, still pictures, words, or video podcast...)&lt;/span&gt;}}&lt;br /&gt;SIGH. LIFE GOES IN.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Note: This list is not meant to be exhaustive and may be extended as and when necessary. (gosh this phrase is everywhere, especially on your SPA Information Sheet)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12670225-7440915370308791619?l=marche-dan-les-passe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marche-dan-les-passe.blogspot.com/feeds/7440915370308791619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12670225&amp;postID=7440915370308791619' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12670225/posts/default/7440915370308791619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12670225/posts/default/7440915370308791619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marche-dan-les-passe.blogspot.com/2007/11/ill-admit-to-something.html' title=''/><author><name>F.i.L.h.A.d.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://www.alicia-logic.com/capsimages/nx_008JackDiscovers.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12670225.post-5756269489410257230</id><published>2007-10-23T21:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-26T22:56:11.979+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_YvBRzqA-Wjg/Rx3wieqbtII/AAAAAAAAACc/cBD4Ft3dXv0/s1600-h/123.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124516426154751106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_YvBRzqA-Wjg/Rx3wieqbtII/AAAAAAAAACc/cBD4Ft3dXv0/s320/123.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"&lt;em&gt;Such a long way back,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;from this place where we are at.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;When I think of all the time&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I've wasted I could cry&lt;/em&gt;..."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Diamond. You might think it's nice. It shines, it gleams in the sunlight. Girls want it. Guys hate to pay for it. Its pasted on your wedding ring, your wedding gown. Some are even chosen as heirloom passed down generations. Yet, have you ever thought, what its like to be a diamond?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmph. Yeap, as most could guess, I am a diamond. A diamond just 2 L1R5 points short of being a black diamond. Such an unfortunate event. To those non andersonian, being a diamond in the A.S.S. is a bad thing. No, seriously. It means extra remedial, extra nagging, extra stress and extra everything. Okay, not everything. You do get less free time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a lighter note, the "last week of school" was fun (last day/week and school is an oxymoron). Took a picture with the ugliest Donald Duck ever. Wore clothes which satisfied my vanity for Be Yourself Day. Had Malay lessons while others were doing archery. Lugged books from the locker back home. Even Art Club's Hat Making Competition were a success. (considering there were 6 people who joined. I expected none)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know maybe the reason why I'm always so sarcastic is because I'm hurt deep inside... NAH! Lols. Maybe if I can scan the picture with Donald then I'd post it here. And oh I really cannot wait for extra remedials during the holidays! Woohoo! Here comes the holiday-eating monster! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All work and no play makes Jack a person who gets eight distinctions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I failed Geography and I asked myself, how can I now be a (fill in whatever occupation a person with good Geography grades can get, which is not very much, here).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and if you guys wait till I can get a scanner, maybe I'll even reveal the 501th Pokemon! (Clue: He was born at the crater of Mt. Krakatoa)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12670225-5756269489410257230?l=marche-dan-les-passe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marche-dan-les-passe.blogspot.com/feeds/5756269489410257230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12670225&amp;postID=5756269489410257230' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12670225/posts/default/5756269489410257230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12670225/posts/default/5756269489410257230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marche-dan-les-passe.blogspot.com/2007/10/such-long-way-back-from-this-place.html' title=''/><author><name>F.i.L.h.A.d.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://www.alicia-logic.com/capsimages/nx_008JackDiscovers.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_YvBRzqA-Wjg/Rx3wieqbtII/AAAAAAAAACc/cBD4Ft3dXv0/s72-c/123.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12670225.post-7184300620739048325</id><published>2007-09-29T00:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-03T21:36:41.965+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>P.S: &lt;strong&gt;Click&lt;/strong&gt; on the &lt;strong&gt;second "Exclamation Mark"&lt;/strong&gt; at the &lt;strong&gt;extreme top right &lt;/strong&gt;to open the playlist and shut the music&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="250" width="325"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/165jhs23PL4"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/165jhs23PL4" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="325" height="250"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't know why but this video scares me. the "hospital", armed militants running outside like its normal... and i hate that it plays with people's religion. grr. oh well, guess this is what a political satire is. and yeah, this is from War Inc.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12670225-7184300620739048325?l=marche-dan-les-passe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marche-dan-les-passe.blogspot.com/feeds/7184300620739048325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12670225&amp;postID=7184300620739048325' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12670225/posts/default/7184300620739048325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12670225/posts/default/7184300620739048325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marche-dan-les-passe.blogspot.com/2007/09/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>F.i.L.h.A.d.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://www.alicia-logic.com/capsimages/nx_008JackDiscovers.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12670225.post-795275490800621106</id><published>2007-09-21T20:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-22T16:34:57.743+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0000ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_YvBRzqA-Wjg/RvQSeBm1TRI/AAAAAAAAACU/4nf0GuO562w/s1600-h/7327446_gal.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112731784009043218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_YvBRzqA-Wjg/RvQSeBm1TRI/AAAAAAAAACU/4nf0GuO562w/s320/7327446_gal.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Watched Ratatouille today! Finally. It was nice, obviously (i mean, how many animation films actually gets a perfect score in some movie reviews?) But the hardest part of watching the movie, i must say, is watching Remy (the rat) and his fellow clan whip up all those cuisines when you're actually fasting!! Grr. The animation was absolutely superb! I actually think that the Linguini person (the "chef" Remy helped; Gusteau's son) looks like Shia LaBeouf and Anton Ego (food critic) kind of reminds me of Professor Snape. &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;By the way, i was cheated of my feelings. Sob sob... For those who went to Jubilee and saw the Eng Wah promotional posters which was something about "movies" and "$5.00". If you actually thought it meant all movies, it means time to get new specs! (that would mean me, khai and sai right?) lol. Otherwise, with your perfect 6/6 eyesight, you would have clearly seen the diminished "from" at the corner. =P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So instead, we went to Cathay which rocks man! It was kind of posh, kind of futuristic looking. And the most fun part is, there were very little people in the cinema! You feel like you own the place, and there was a less chance of inconsiderate handphone users and what not. And nope, i did not pay only five bucks, i paid eight, but it was worth it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_YvBRzqA-Wjg/RvQJ0hm1TOI/AAAAAAAAAB8/LI0neCOLKac/s1600-h/shia.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112722274951449826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_YvBRzqA-Wjg/RvQJ0hm1TOI/AAAAAAAAAB8/LI0neCOLKac/s320/shia.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_YvBRzqA-Wjg/RvQPZhm1TPI/AAAAAAAAACE/zrMZmtJIJ-4/s1600-h/snape1.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112728408164748530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_YvBRzqA-Wjg/RvQPZhm1TPI/AAAAAAAAACE/zrMZmtJIJ-4/s320/snape1.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_YvBRzqA-Wjg/RvQR0hm1TQI/AAAAAAAAACM/gZeJKbzhV7c/s1600-h/eng.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112731071044472066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_YvBRzqA-Wjg/RvQR0hm1TQI/AAAAAAAAACM/gZeJKbzhV7c/s320/eng.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12670225-795275490800621106?l=marche-dan-les-passe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marche-dan-les-passe.blogspot.com/feeds/795275490800621106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12670225&amp;postID=795275490800621106' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12670225/posts/default/795275490800621106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12670225/posts/default/795275490800621106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marche-dan-les-passe.blogspot.com/2007/09/watch-ratatouille-today-finally.html' title=''/><author><name>F.i.L.h.A.d.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://www.alicia-logic.com/capsimages/nx_008JackDiscovers.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_YvBRzqA-Wjg/RvQSeBm1TRI/AAAAAAAAACU/4nf0GuO562w/s72-c/7327446_gal.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12670225.post-5644027406478416401</id><published>2007-09-16T01:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-16T01:37:29.181+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Selamat berpuaser people! Somehow for the first three days, i didn't feel hungry, only thirsty. And the best part is, people can't say that i don't take proper meals. i'm starting to really get annoyed by that. Rawr!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;End-of-year exams have started, well at least for us higher malay people. i screwed up BOTH karangan! (let me see what i can blame that on... Aha!) i was seriously demoralised after reading the sample karangan that cikgu gave way back in term one. i mean, who even knows the meaning of "hatta", "corong-corong", "menjulang", "pantulan", etc... furthurmore, i was kindda falling asleep. i mean, the air-con, the rain outside, the serenity... zzzz. and apparently i wasn't the only one so again the blame's not on me! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, know about the earthquake in Indon? yeah, the tremor i felt. and the freaky part is that it happened exactly at maghrib on the first day of Ramadhan. Coincidence, i think not! Like, really pitiful the people living there. what made it worst is that it was a series of earthquakes. the magnitude went something like 7.9, 7.9, 8.0, 8.5, 6.5, 5.5 or something like that. i hope i got the digits wrong cause otherwise, woah, it says alot! Moving on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got my baju kurung already! A red and a green. Did you know that it is harder for a guy to find a nice baju kurung than it is for a girl. i took from abt 20:00 to 22:30 just to find one set of &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;green&lt;/span&gt; baju kurung. i officially dislike shopping at geylang. very sian.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12670225-5644027406478416401?l=marche-dan-les-passe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marche-dan-les-passe.blogspot.com/feeds/5644027406478416401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12670225&amp;postID=5644027406478416401' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12670225/posts/default/5644027406478416401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12670225/posts/default/5644027406478416401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marche-dan-les-passe.blogspot.com/2007/09/selamat-berpuaser-people-somehow-for.html' title=''/><author><name>F.i.L.h.A.d.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://www.alicia-logic.com/capsimages/nx_008JackDiscovers.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12670225.post-4965602140682148801</id><published>2007-08-14T17:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-14T18:24:57.045+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_YvBRzqA-Wjg/RsGC7YKCPFI/AAAAAAAAAB0/YzKe0OM84Ew/s1600-h/Dead_End_by_joemorin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098500209768545362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_YvBRzqA-Wjg/RsGC7YKCPFI/AAAAAAAAAB0/YzKe0OM84Ew/s320/Dead_End_by_joemorin.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;my blog is kindda dead huh? muaha. lazy arh. plus homework is like, crazy. spend almost the entire four national days doing maths, chem and geog! zomg i'm like, so patriotic. nurturing my brain to the best of ability to lead the country as the third generation. phui. oh yah High School Musical Two is gonna come up soon. i'm like, wth. please, please please X infinity do not make another huge fuss about it like with the first one. gosh. after like a year, finally got to watch the first one and its like, totally OVERRATED! oh well, guess people's taste differ. i shall blog again sometime, i think. &lt;s&gt;and the post shall be about rainbows and butterflies and the blogskin shall be changed to something exhilarating.&lt;/s&gt; i do not know why i just said that. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12670225-4965602140682148801?l=marche-dan-les-passe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marche-dan-les-passe.blogspot.com/feeds/4965602140682148801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12670225&amp;postID=4965602140682148801' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12670225/posts/default/4965602140682148801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12670225/posts/default/4965602140682148801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marche-dan-les-passe.blogspot.com/2007/08/my-blog-is-kindda-dead-huh-muaha.html' title=''/><author><name>F.i.L.h.A.d.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://www.alicia-logic.com/capsimages/nx_008JackDiscovers.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_YvBRzqA-Wjg/RsGC7YKCPFI/AAAAAAAAAB0/YzKe0OM84Ew/s72-c/Dead_End_by_joemorin.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12670225.post-3309811262876499149</id><published>2007-07-24T20:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-24T22:07:31.432+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Note: Minor Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows spoiler&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_YvBRzqA-Wjg/RqX7SYKCPBI/AAAAAAAAABU/CCMuVS8rhJ4/s1600-h/439620537_13b42608a7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090751246952971282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_YvBRzqA-Wjg/RqX7SYKCPBI/AAAAAAAAABU/CCMuVS8rhJ4/s320/439620537_13b42608a7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;GREAT! Before I even managed to get the last book in the Harry Potter series, I've already managed to know that Harry Potter lives. He married Ginny, Ron married Hermione, and they have kids! =.= And the sad part is, He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named died. (Man, why couldn't J.K. Rowling like, made him turn a new leaf or something?) I do want to buy the book, but I want the Scholastic version and I shall wait for the price to drop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_YvBRzqA-Wjg/RqX71YKCPCI/AAAAAAAAABc/nUO1Z6a7XEY/s1600-h/1116373317.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090751848248392738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_YvBRzqA-Wjg/RqX71YKCPCI/AAAAAAAAABc/nUO1Z6a7XEY/s320/1116373317.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; GREAT! I do so love Grand Theft Auto: San Andreas!! Wee... It has all that I love in video games. Simulation, racing, drama and action! I feel love for my Xbox again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;GREAT! Flag day is over. And after four hours, how much did I collect?? Eight bucks plus. Amazing. Hmm... Spent the first an hour and half on the TRIP to Changi Airport itself to supposedly meet the rich, generous tourists who would like donate ten bucks at one go. But... The place was quite empty. And I don't know why but we didn't even bother trying to collect. So went to collect at Geylang instead. Yep, went through the pasar loads of times. Generally, they donated ten cents each but yeah it's the thought that counts huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_YvBRzqA-Wjg/RqX_04KCPEI/AAAAAAAAABs/WtqIaeyyMdM/s1600-h/Dignitycover1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090756237704969282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_YvBRzqA-Wjg/RqX_04KCPEI/AAAAAAAAABs/WtqIaeyyMdM/s320/Dignitycover1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;GREAT! Hilary Duff's Dignity is to be re-released in the CDVU+ format!! Yay! Hope it gets a new cover cause the current one is plain. Gorgeous, but plain, unlike its contents which I do so love.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12670225-3309811262876499149?l=marche-dan-les-passe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marche-dan-les-passe.blogspot.com/feeds/3309811262876499149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12670225&amp;postID=3309811262876499149' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12670225/posts/default/3309811262876499149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12670225/posts/default/3309811262876499149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marche-dan-les-passe.blogspot.com/2007/07/note-minor-harry-potter-and-deathly.html' title=''/><author><name>F.i.L.h.A.d.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://www.alicia-logic.com/capsimages/nx_008JackDiscovers.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_YvBRzqA-Wjg/RqX7SYKCPBI/AAAAAAAAABU/CCMuVS8rhJ4/s72-c/439620537_13b42608a7.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12670225.post-1769514599450086354</id><published>2007-07-20T22:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-06T16:52:27.943+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Nobody believes me when I tell them that you're out of your mind&lt;br /&gt;Nobody belives me when I tell them there's so much you hide&lt;br /&gt;You treat me like a queen when we go out&lt;br /&gt;Wanna show everyone what our love's about&lt;br /&gt;All wrapped up in me whenever there's a crowd&lt;br /&gt;But when no one's around...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's no kindness in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;The way you look at me, it's just not right&lt;br /&gt;I can tell what's going on this time&lt;br /&gt;There's a stranger in my life&lt;br /&gt;You're not the person that I once knew&lt;br /&gt;Are you scared to let them know it's you&lt;br /&gt;If they could only see you like I do&lt;br /&gt;Then they would see a stranger too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I ever do anything that was this cruel to you&lt;br /&gt;Did I ever make you wonder who was standing in the room&lt;br /&gt;You made yourself look perfect in every way&lt;br /&gt;So when this goes down, I'm the one who will be blamed&lt;br /&gt;Your plan is working so you can just walk away,&lt;br /&gt;Baby your secret's safe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's no kindness in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;The way you look at me, it's just not right&lt;br /&gt;I can tell what's going on this time&lt;br /&gt;There's a stranger in my life&lt;br /&gt;You're not the person that I once knew&lt;br /&gt;Are you scared to let them know it's you&lt;br /&gt;If they could only see you like I do&lt;br /&gt;Then they would see a stranger too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Such a long way back&lt;br /&gt;From the place that we are at&lt;br /&gt;When I think of all the time I've wasted&lt;br /&gt;I could cry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's no kindness in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;The way you look at me, it's just not right&lt;br /&gt;I can tell what's going on this time&lt;br /&gt;There's a stranger in my life&lt;br /&gt;You're not the person that I once knew&lt;br /&gt;Are you scared to let them know it's you&lt;br /&gt;If they could only see you like I do&lt;br /&gt;Then they would see a stranger too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stranger, Hilary Duff&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12670225-1769514599450086354?l=marche-dan-les-passe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://www.alicia-logic.com/capsimages/nx_008JackDiscovers.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12670225.post-10791649918616776</id><published>2007-06-27T20:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-27T20:50:34.480+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ya Allah! Sungguh menggerunkan memikirkan senario yang mungkin berlaku pabilaku mengambil Peperiksaan Bahasa Melayu Gce O'Level esok. Bukan sahaja giliranku yang terakhir tetapi giliranku betul-betul selepas Saiful. Ini mungkin memudaratkanku kerana pada tahun lalu, Saiful lah yang terbaik manakala aku yang terburuk (ya, lebih teruk daripada Khaliq). Mungkin pemeriksa terasa terlalu terbangingnya perbezaan antara mutu perbicaraan kami sehingga mereka memberiku markah yang lebih rendah daripada apa yang aku layak. Hmm, mungkin aku tidak patut terlalu bimbang. Cikgu telah mengatakan semasa sesi pelatihan bahawa perbualanku megandungi isi-isi yang tinggi pemikirannya. Mungkin apa yang perlu aku lakukan ialah bertenang dan "bersahaja" kerana inilah salah satu kriteria dalam pemarkahan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yah, lagu yang sedang dimainkan ini bertajuk "Dignity" atau harga diri dalam bahasa Melayu.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12670225-10791649918616776?l=marche-dan-les-passe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marche-dan-les-passe.blogspot.com/feeds/10791649918616776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12670225&amp;postID=10791649918616776' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12670225/posts/default/10791649918616776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12670225/posts/default/10791649918616776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marche-dan-les-passe.blogspot.com/2007/06/ya-allah-sungguh-menggerunkan.html' title=''/><author><name>F.i.L.h.A.d.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://www.alicia-logic.com/capsimages/nx_008JackDiscovers.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12670225.post-8928156202455423287</id><published>2007-06-19T15:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-19T16:00:53.126+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sian. The holidays are ending real soon! It's creepy thinking about the piles of homework which I have not done. I have a real problem sleeping before three in the morning but the holidays are oh-so-boring. Hmm... But at least i got a new phone! Nokia 5700 my love. Twist, twist and twist. Muahaha. Oh by the way i found the video below. Really funny. x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="325" height="250"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/eHNnVdujcwk"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/eHNnVdujcwk" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="325" height="250"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="325" height="250"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/k66epna2Sss"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/k66epna2Sss" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="325" height="250"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12670225-8928156202455423287?l=marche-dan-les-passe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marche-dan-les-passe.blogspot.com/feeds/8928156202455423287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12670225&amp;postID=8928156202455423287' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12670225/posts/default/8928156202455423287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12670225/posts/default/8928156202455423287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marche-dan-les-passe.blogspot.com/2007/06/sian.html' title=''/><author><name>F.i.L.h.A.d.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://www.alicia-logic.com/capsimages/nx_008JackDiscovers.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12670225.post-6871381980059886621</id><published>2007-05-31T22:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-31T23:44:22.379+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hilary Duff's Stranger</title><content type='html'>Everybody... This is it. Hilary Duff's new video Stranger. Shut up. Watch it first. (And watch it with no biasness please). Then feel the rush of excitement as you watch her evolve from all those years.  i so want a Nokia 6300. x) (man today is so unreal)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="325" height="250"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/MyShkaAwbR8"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/MyShkaAwbR8" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="325" height="250"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12670225-6871381980059886621?l=marche-dan-les-passe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marche-dan-les-passe.blogspot.com/feeds/6871381980059886621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12670225&amp;postID=6871381980059886621' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12670225/posts/default/6871381980059886621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12670225/posts/default/6871381980059886621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marche-dan-les-passe.blogspot.com/2007/05/hilary-duffs-stranger.html' title='Hilary Duff&apos;s Stranger'/><author><name>F.i.L.h.A.d.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://www.alicia-logic.com/capsimages/nx_008JackDiscovers.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12670225.post-4533226387646816284</id><published>2007-05-17T17:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-19T22:12:18.678+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My phone is totally an intellectually-psycho inanimate thing... Freako larh! One moment its alive and full in battery. Then at the next moment its dead and refuses to repower until i refeed it with electricity. Like how am i going to step out of the house with confidence when the device that might be the only communication tool i have for a certain time refuses to cooperate with me?! *breathes* Sigh. Sony Ericsson sucks man. Anyway last Thursday it rained real heavy... Like really real heavy... And when the rain stopped i just felt like taking photos... And when i reached home i decided to manipulate them abit... And now i feel like posting these pictures... And so i do. (P.S. See below... XD)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_YvBRzqA-Wjg/Rk8FNwwytCI/AAAAAAAAABM/b0Zwp_dN8RA/s1600-h/DSC00096.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066273839801087010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_YvBRzqA-Wjg/Rk8FNwwytCI/AAAAAAAAABM/b0Zwp_dN8RA/s320/DSC00096.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_YvBRzqA-Wjg/Rk8FJwwytBI/AAAAAAAAABE/xV1Lmd4R41g/s1600-h/DSC00102.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066273771081610258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_YvBRzqA-Wjg/Rk8FJwwytBI/AAAAAAAAABE/xV1Lmd4R41g/s320/DSC00102.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_YvBRzqA-Wjg/Rk8FGAwytAI/AAAAAAAAAA8/1U1hhehMcFU/s1600-h/DSC00095.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066273706657100802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_YvBRzqA-Wjg/Rk8FGAwytAI/AAAAAAAAAA8/1U1hhehMcFU/s320/DSC00095.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_YvBRzqA-Wjg/Rk8FBwwys_I/AAAAAAAAAA0/KMe1ZSyOK-w/s1600-h/DSC00104.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066273633642656754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_YvBRzqA-Wjg/Rk8FBwwys_I/AAAAAAAAAA0/KMe1ZSyOK-w/s320/DSC00104.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12670225-4533226387646816284?l=marche-dan-les-passe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marche-dan-les-passe.blogspot.com/feeds/4533226387646816284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12670225&amp;postID=4533226387646816284' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12670225/posts/default/4533226387646816284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12670225/posts/default/4533226387646816284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marche-dan-les-passe.blogspot.com/2007/05/my-phone-is-totally-intellectually.html' title=''/><author><name>F.i.L.h.A.d.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://www.alicia-logic.com/capsimages/nx_008JackDiscovers.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_YvBRzqA-Wjg/Rk8FNwwytCI/AAAAAAAAABM/b0Zwp_dN8RA/s72-c/DSC00096.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12670225.post-8642848760025856291</id><published>2007-05-17T17:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-17T17:07:04.076+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Last week to ultimate freedom!!</title><content type='html'>I was reading through people's blog and i feel so lucky cause i don't take History! Xd Literature rocked though the teacher is totally nowhere near that "r" word... At least we didn't have to memorise 'bout Hitler and 'Versaillies' or something... That plus the fact that the Literature text was funny (not entirely true but i laughed at the 'Sundal!' word Xb) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE sad part came afterwards. I went home &lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;sure&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt; that i had put my Chem textbook in my bag, but nope. That was when the moment where i bragged about how "i'm going to pass my Chem by mugging for 3 days" slap me in the face. A case of situational irony (thank you 3-page literature notes). But I had MC. Should i use it? If i do I'd be spending Tuesday and Wednesday (its TWO freaking dayS!!) trying to mug from a few piles of pathetic Chem notes while others are like, plucking petals off a flower or something. So i decided, heck, scrap my MC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah as per normal rushed to school in a semi-conscious state (why do medicine syrups make people high?). Then it rained. Freak sia the wind just blew the rain everywhere and umbrellas became useless. It was dramatically depressing. Was wet although i walked under shelters (no i do not go emo in the rain). THE only thing that went alright was, surprisingly, the Chemistry paper. X) Thank you god.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12670225-8642848760025856291?l=marche-dan-les-passe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marche-dan-les-passe.blogspot.com/feeds/8642848760025856291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12670225&amp;postID=8642848760025856291' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12670225/posts/default/8642848760025856291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12670225/posts/default/8642848760025856291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marche-dan-les-passe.blogspot.com/2007/05/i-was-reading-through-peoples-blog-and.html' title='Last week to ultimate freedom!!'/><author><name>F.i.L.h.A.d.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://www.alicia-logic.com/capsimages/nx_008JackDiscovers.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12670225.post-732014873521663447</id><published>2007-05-07T13:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-17T17:06:27.532+08:00</updated><title type='text'>People mug for exams?</title><content type='html'>English was uncommendable... Malay was easy except for the vocabulary part. Physics was easy too, but only for the MCQ!! Don't think i can pass it... The ratio of me passing:failing is like 45:55. Social studies pains my thumb... Geography was a total letdown... almost all the questions were about what we learnt in term one... i could just kill myself for maths!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12670225-732014873521663447?l=marche-dan-les-passe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marche-dan-les-passe.blogspot.com/feeds/732014873521663447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12670225&amp;postID=732014873521663447' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12670225/posts/default/732014873521663447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12670225/posts/default/732014873521663447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marche-dan-les-passe.blogspot.com/2007/05/malay-was-easy-except-for-vocabulary.html' title='People mug for exams?'/><author><name>F.i.L.h.A.d.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://www.alicia-logic.com/capsimages/nx_008JackDiscovers.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12670225.post-7690395804124235004</id><published>2007-05-03T22:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-03T23:05:25.958+08:00</updated><title type='text'>To the nicest ah pek on earth</title><content type='html'>it started out as per normal. i was exhausted and sleepy. raced against time to the bustop and prayed to god for the bus to come. it did and i heaved my heavy bag with me as i climb the three tiny steps at the entrance of the bus. then i stood at the place between the exit and the 'standing area'. saw this ahpek with his black trolley coming towards the exit and somehow everybody beside me was like anxious to give him way. i on the other hand had to SLOWLY give him way cause there was no other poles for me to hold on to. as i was SLOWLY backing away the bus was going to turn. then that nice ahpek who was clad in a blue t-shirt decided to go ballistic and purposely ram his trolley at my leg, hard. and yes as the bus turned i did lose my balance. and i admit i was shaken to have met someone so rude and impatient. like if he was rushing to alight or something i would understand. but nope. he had time to nag at me. some quotations would be "gua ala calap escuse me bukan?" and "lu malu tulun apa?". what's the point of asking all these if anyway you are gonna be so impatient to even hear the answer??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12670225-7690395804124235004?l=marche-dan-les-passe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marche-dan-les-passe.blogspot.com/feeds/7690395804124235004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12670225&amp;postID=7690395804124235004' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12670225/posts/default/7690395804124235004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12670225/posts/default/7690395804124235004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marche-dan-les-passe.blogspot.com/2007/05/it-started-out-as-per-normal.html' title='To the nicest ah pek on earth'/><author><name>F.i.L.h.A.d.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://www.alicia-logic.com/capsimages/nx_008JackDiscovers.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12670225.post-4513915360925145007</id><published>2007-04-21T00:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-01T21:04:41.836+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the world is going emo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_YvBRzqA-Wjg/RjQnZkNOGZI/AAAAAAAAAAk/HDhCNZXlhX4/s1600-h/How_to_Dress_Emo____by_KariNeko.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5058711601613248914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_YvBRzqA-Wjg/RjQnZkNOGZI/AAAAAAAAAAk/HDhCNZXlhX4/s400/How_to_Dress_Emo____by_KariNeko.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_YvBRzqA-Wjg/RjQn5ENOGaI/AAAAAAAAAAs/xH8fxWxhom0/s1600-h/hil.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5058712142779128226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_YvBRzqA-Wjg/RjQn5ENOGaI/AAAAAAAAAAs/xH8fxWxhom0/s320/hil.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12670225-4513915360925145007?l=marche-dan-les-passe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marche-dan-les-passe.blogspot.com/feeds/4513915360925145007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12670225&amp;postID=4513915360925145007' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12670225/posts/default/4513915360925145007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12670225/posts/default/4513915360925145007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marche-dan-les-passe.blogspot.com/2007/04/blog-post.html' title='the world is going emo'/><author><name>F.i.L.h.A.d.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://www.alicia-logic.com/capsimages/nx_008JackDiscovers.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_YvBRzqA-Wjg/RjQnZkNOGZI/AAAAAAAAAAk/HDhCNZXlhX4/s72-c/How_to_Dress_Emo____by_KariNeko.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12670225.post-4136881777346135271</id><published>2007-04-16T14:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-01T21:05:08.349+08:00</updated><title type='text'>War Inc!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="250" width="325"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/AKdUFVVX7U4"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/AKdUFVVX7U4" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="325" height="250"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;man this trailer is hilarious... don't know why but when i saw it i couldn't control my laughter especially at the end... its titled War Inc. btw duh... kay i'm just bored cause i didn't go to school today. i WAS sick even though i managed a KFC meal yesterday. just didn't feel like schooling today. so here i am at home alone. sigh. its raining again today and yesterday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12670225-4136881777346135271?l=marche-dan-les-passe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marche-dan-les-passe.blogspot.com/feeds/4136881777346135271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12670225&amp;postID=4136881777346135271' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12670225/posts/default/4136881777346135271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12670225/posts/default/4136881777346135271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marche-dan-les-passe.blogspot.com/2007/04/man-this-trailer-is-hilarious.html' title='War Inc!!'/><author><name>F.i.L.h.A.d.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://www.alicia-logic.com/capsimages/nx_008JackDiscovers.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12670225.post-8437928443570192388</id><published>2007-04-14T18:29:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-01T21:05:24.680+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Art club day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_YvBRzqA-Wjg/RiCpBeNIhXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FiSfycIyWA0/s1600-h/Image000.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053224624662807922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_YvBRzqA-Wjg/RiCpBeNIhXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FiSfycIyWA0/s320/Image000.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;"the new chairman is Saiful. Saiful please stand up. the vice-chair is Lakshmi whose not here as she has to attend some Tamil seminar. Also, the assistant vice-chair is Teh Ying. "Whose that?""Oh. You have a 'teh' infront of your name?"" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;"the lightning risk have been extended till 5 p.m. for your own safety please stay indoors." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;*&lt;em&gt;don't cry to me if you lov...&lt;/em&gt;*click*"&lt;u&gt;chairman angela here.today is the last day i'm on duty in the art club.thanks for all of ur support in this year. all the best for ur mid-year exam!! jia you!&lt;/u&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12670225-8437928443570192388?l=marche-dan-les-passe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marche-dan-les-passe.blogspot.com/feeds/8437928443570192388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12670225&amp;postID=8437928443570192388' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12670225/posts/default/8437928443570192388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12670225/posts/default/8437928443570192388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marche-dan-les-passe.blogspot.com/2007/04/new-chairman-is-saiful_14.html' title='Art club day'/><author><name>F.i.L.h.A.d.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://www.alicia-logic.com/capsimages/nx_008JackDiscovers.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_YvBRzqA-Wjg/RiCpBeNIhXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FiSfycIyWA0/s72-c/Image000.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12670225.post-2564657017495626137</id><published>2007-04-10T21:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-01T21:05:45.626+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sorry...</title><content type='html'>i'm sorry for being so blank when i'm supposed to be in the know. sorry for tearing tears of boredom when i'm supposed to be focused. i'm sorry for promoting Hilary Duff when others already have their favourites. sorry for watching Meet the Robinsons when I'm supposed to have watched Mr Bean. sorry for being so &lt;strong&gt;lame&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:95%;"&gt;when i could have walked.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12670225-2564657017495626137?l=marche-dan-les-passe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marche-dan-les-passe.blogspot.com/feeds/2564657017495626137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12670225&amp;postID=2564657017495626137' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12670225/posts/default/2564657017495626137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12670225/posts/default/2564657017495626137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marche-dan-les-passe.blogspot.com/2007/04/im-sorry-for-being-so-blank-when-im.html' title='sorry...'/><author><name>F.i.L.h.A.d.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://www.alicia-logic.com/capsimages/nx_008JackDiscovers.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12670225.post-8029390381607184729</id><published>2007-03-25T00:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-01T21:06:11.973+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Morning workout song</title><content type='html'>Hmm.... You know how during morning workout, i would not dance until this song plays? And I've been wondering what the lyrics says, care not about who sang it. And on the first morning workout session of the month did I know that the chorus screams "&lt;em&gt;I JUST WANNA FLIRTTT!!&lt;/em&gt;" So I went to imeem cause someone said it has "everything"... And bam! PCD sang it. Lyk wad the hell!! its so - unPCDish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="80" width="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/Xn4-97sYhR/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;param name="wmmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/Xn4-97sYhR/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="80" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12670225-8029390381607184729?l=marche-dan-les-passe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marche-dan-les-passe.blogspot.com/feeds/8029390381607184729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12670225&amp;postID=8029390381607184729' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12670225/posts/default/8029390381607184729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12670225/posts/default/8029390381607184729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marche-dan-les-passe.blogspot.com/2007/03/hmm.html' title='Morning workout song'/><author><name>F.i.L.h.A.d.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://www.alicia-logic.com/capsimages/nx_008JackDiscovers.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12670225.post-8364288254769756316</id><published>2007-03-22T20:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-01T21:06:45.978+08:00</updated><title type='text'>dedicated post to a genie</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"if you wanna &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;be with me&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;baby there's a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;price to pay&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i'm a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;genie&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; in the bottle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;you gotta &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;rub&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; me the right way..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;walao. is this what "Ms" Genie really want? payment and a rub on her bloated belly? like what the hell sia... she's always in school but somehow when it comes to lesson time she'll be missing. she's the most irresponsible person seh... even &lt;strong&gt;I&lt;/strong&gt; am more responsible (cheh bah) x) sigh...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12670225-8364288254769756316?l=marche-dan-les-passe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marche-dan-les-passe.blogspot.com/feeds/8364288254769756316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12670225&amp;postID=8364288254769756316' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12670225/posts/default/8364288254769756316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12670225/posts/default/8364288254769756316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marche-dan-les-passe.blogspot.com/2007/03/if-you-wanna-be-with-m-e-baby-theres.html' title='dedicated post to a genie'/><author><name>F.i.L.h.A.d.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://www.alicia-logic.com/capsimages/nx_008JackDiscovers.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12670225.post-7784245580257533889</id><published>2007-03-19T20:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-01T21:07:14.034+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sec three camp 07'!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Listen&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listen to the soft&lt;br /&gt;scribblings of the calculating mind.&lt;br /&gt;For if I did not write&lt;br /&gt;I would scream&lt;br /&gt;and that would be much harder to define.&lt;br /&gt;That is what I'm about after all.&lt;br /&gt;The struggle to wrench from impossible depths&lt;br /&gt;and hold it, truth, burning before me,held just long enough&lt;br /&gt;to trace its vague and changing outline&lt;br /&gt;quick before it's gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no subject but myself&lt;br /&gt;- what a desolate prospect -&lt;br /&gt;with nothing but the occasional revelation&lt;br /&gt;then nothing but the echos return.&lt;br /&gt;I could pause and pray for help,&lt;br /&gt;a guidance in my wanderings&lt;br /&gt;or pace again the room, this page, again, again&lt;br /&gt;- I might have done better with the scream -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;David Loffman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;was searching for poems for my literature file and found this. think this is one of the best so far. anyway school started again today. i was almost late for school, sucked at captain's ball, stoned during chem and maths, got more homeworks, got chinese and played pool... and was in cow-land half of the time... probably the side effects of sec 3 camp which rocked! i think i now know more names of the different airlines then ever before... ahaz... and now another side effect... i'm stuffing myself bloated. kay actually i'm just trying to gain weight. even the barber says i'm too "kudut"... lol. i shall use this energy taken to exercise later... byees...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12670225-7784245580257533889?l=marche-dan-les-passe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marche-dan-les-passe.blogspot.com/feeds/7784245580257533889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12670225&amp;postID=7784245580257533889' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12670225/posts/default/7784245580257533889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12670225/posts/default/7784245580257533889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marche-dan-les-passe.blogspot.com/2007/03/listen-listen-to-soft-scribblings-of.html' title='Sec three camp 07&apos;!!'/><author><name>F.i.L.h.A.d.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://www.alicia-logic.com/capsimages/nx_008JackDiscovers.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12670225.post-4488304250143898409</id><published>2007-03-06T20:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-01T21:07:44.748+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Distinction for malay</title><content type='html'>Kay i just wanna say this... I GOT AN A2 FOR MALAY! haha... well at least i think i did... is 71 an A2? hmm... most likely... and most unexpected! my first A for malay in three years... so proud of myself... and i thought my malay was rotting... muahaha... kay maybe i'm just paranoid... hmm... i think i'm too thin... or maybe i'm just suffering from an anti-bulimia disease... nah i'm not... i'm fine! yay for malay!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12670225-4488304250143898409?l=marche-dan-les-passe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marche-dan-les-passe.blogspot.com/feeds/4488304250143898409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12670225&amp;postID=4488304250143898409' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12670225/posts/default/4488304250143898409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12670225/posts/default/4488304250143898409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marche-dan-les-passe.blogspot.com/2007/03/kay-i-just-wanna-say-this.html' title='Distinction for malay'/><author><name>F.i.L.h.A.d.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://www.alicia-logic.com/capsimages/nx_008JackDiscovers.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12670225.post-6073138880032977201</id><published>2007-03-02T21:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-01T21:13:00.874+08:00</updated><title type='text'>cross a country with a movie</title><content type='html'>cross country! bishan park! for the first time in my life i was the one giving directions instead of asking. kool. learnt something today. &lt;strong&gt;NEVER &lt;/strong&gt;run&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;with a blocked nose.  cause while running right, i could not feel my heart beat in my head. as in usually you could feel your heart beating fast when you run but i couldn't! but obviously it was beating else i would not still be here. that plus the normal high when running, made me feel like i was dead. as in seriously! i felt like floating and stuff and had to ask people to slap or pinch me. thanks guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways managed to finish within 40 mins like duh. but didn't listen to the prize giving. cause don't give a damn about my class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that went to khai's house. he needed to change and stuff. we went to watch a movie after that. k i love that movie. "Just Follow Law"! thought the use of arrows was clever. and it is fun watching them poke fun at the way the country is run. (muahaha... shh...) plus it widens your vocabulary! just ask khairi&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12670225-6073138880032977201?l=marche-dan-les-passe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marche-dan-les-passe.blogspot.com/feeds/6073138880032977201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12670225&amp;postID=6073138880032977201' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12670225/posts/default/6073138880032977201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12670225/posts/default/6073138880032977201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marche-dan-les-passe.blogspot.com/2007/03/cross-country-bishan-park-for-first.html' title='cross a country with a movie'/><author><name>F.i.L.h.A.d.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://www.alicia-logic.com/capsimages/nx_008JackDiscovers.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12670225.post-530678335709085227</id><published>2007-02-21T22:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-01T21:16:08.087+08:00</updated><title type='text'>wrong term for survey</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:95%;"&gt;Yes, i'm second to rip this 'survey' from Khai's blog. Nyehaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To cheer myself up : Behind This Hazel Eyes - Kelly Clarkson (Uh huh? If being emo is being cheered up, then this is song is perfect...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The story of my life is: London Bridge - Fergie (Err... This bridge refers to the bridge between... mmm)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere in my wedding vows, I will include: Just So You Know - Jesse McCartney (Yeah, this would make sense...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My ultimate song for dancing is: Maneater - Nelly Furtado (not really. but danceable)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This song describes my grandparents: Irreplaceable - Beyonce (aha... TRUE!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will I ever have kids? Rock Steady - All Saints(YOU! Don't think dirty...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My innermost desire is: Something About You - Jamelia (Yeah... my innermost desire is you. question is, who's you...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At my funeral they'll play: Crazy In Love - Beyonce (So at my funeral everyone goes crazy?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now, I feel: Come Clean - Hilary Duff (I hold no secrets... not now)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happiness is: Rooftops - Lost Prophets (Yeah! Like jumping down would be cool, isnt't it?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I did last night was: Toxic - Britney Spears (Nope, don't remember toxicating anyone...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I got lost on a desert island, I would yell: Chasing Cars - Snow Patrol (ooh.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At my wedding they'll play: That Girl - Frankie J (that girl would be perfect, would she be?...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My family is described by the song: Shut Up - Black Eyed Peas (hmm. me and my sister might give you that look...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll have a good day if I can just hear: Irresistable - Jessica Simpson (antique song...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friends see me as: Play With Fire - Hilary Duff (you do? I'm the most, err, not-daredevil person...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I'm drunk I say: Love Me or Hate Me - Lady Sovereign (this song is drunk itself...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My make-out song is: I'm Not Missing You - Stacie Orrico (WOW! and the girl would be so touched!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My message to the world has always been: Call Me When You're Sober - Evanescence (yes... as always... remember me only at the last of minutes)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This song will be playing when I meet the love of my life: When You Gonna Give It Up To Me - Sean Paul (tsk tsk tsk. rushing a girl is not good....)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Behind my back, my friends think I'm: Patience - Take That (i know! a quality i possess...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My day will be like: Diary Of Jane - Breaking Benjamin (cool! call that Jane cause i wanna know what happens tomorrow...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I reached the top of Mount Everest, what I would scream: Fall To Pieces - Avril Lavigne (obvious!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My birth was like: And Then We Kiss - Britney Spears (-.-")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My alter-ego is: Someone's Watching Over Me - Hilary Duff (So my alter-ego watches over me. How intriguing...)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12670225-530678335709085227?l=marche-dan-les-passe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marche-dan-les-passe.blogspot.com/feeds/530678335709085227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12670225&amp;postID=530678335709085227' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12670225/posts/default/530678335709085227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12670225/posts/default/530678335709085227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marche-dan-les-passe.blogspot.com/2007/02/yes-im-second-to-rip-this-survey-from.html' title='wrong term for survey'/><author><name>F.i.L.h.A.d.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://www.alicia-logic.com/capsimages/nx_008JackDiscovers.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12670225.post-2636662837572739629</id><published>2007-02-15T17:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-15T17:23:56.735+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thursday...</title><content type='html'>Today is a Thursday. Thursday is the day when a guy from a class in level 2 has diarrhoea and scent the whole toilet with a smell oh so grotesque. Thursday is also the day when Ms Genie is absent from school and a whole hour is spent watching the clock tick. I do not look forward to Thursdays anymore...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12670225-2636662837572739629?l=marche-dan-les-passe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marche-dan-les-passe.blogspot.com/feeds/2636662837572739629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12670225&amp;postID=2636662837572739629' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12670225/posts/default/2636662837572739629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12670225/posts/default/2636662837572739629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marche-dan-les-passe.blogspot.com/2007/02/thursday.html' title='Thursday...'/><author><name>F.i.L.h.A.d.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://www.alicia-logic.com/capsimages/nx_008JackDiscovers.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12670225.post-7737995386709268917</id><published>2007-02-14T20:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-14T21:48:34.829+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Happy February the 14th! Nyeahehe... Today is the day we commemorate 14 Days after the end of January. Hehe. Watched Romeo and Juliet during literature... Romeo o Romeo, where art thou Romeo... Then the embracement...and lust. Juliet was so "come with me to do it..." diao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During malay we were given time to write a composition... And I got tired halfway through... As in emotionally drained and mentally blocked. The compo was the type where you have to continue the story. And it starts with "Aku benar-benar tidak faham dengan sikapnya. Sekejap setuju, kemudian termenung dan mendiam diri..." or something like that. Mine was about an indecisive girlfriend! Yay. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This post is superr lame and super weird cause its super not emo where i have to be emo or else I'd be contradicting the 13855 occasions where I am called emo... Yay... And oh Christina looks hot too in the video Tell Me... (P.S. See below...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="355" height="330"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/0kMEWgOJApA"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/0kMEWgOJApA" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="355" height="330"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12670225-7737995386709268917?l=marche-dan-les-passe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marche-dan-les-passe.blogspot.com/feeds/7737995386709268917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12670225&amp;postID=7737995386709268917' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12670225/posts/default/7737995386709268917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12670225/posts/default/7737995386709268917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marche-dan-les-passe.blogspot.com/2007/02/happy-february-14th-nyeahehe.html' title=''/><author><name>F.i.L.h.A.d.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://www.alicia-logic.com/capsimages/nx_008JackDiscovers.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12670225.post-3657923016865584707</id><published>2007-02-08T17:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-14T20:11:43.918+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="355" height="330"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/DPfakOgnl-w"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/DPfakOgnl-w" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="355" height="330"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hilary Duff just looks so &lt;font color="red"&gt;hot&lt;/font color&gt;! if i had a girl i would personally fly to canada to buy the fragrance for her as a valentine's gift... i liked this video from her the most... and the whole video was supposed to premiere today but i can't find it! gasps... nevermind... sabar...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12670225-3657923016865584707?l=marche-dan-les-passe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marche-dan-les-passe.blogspot.com/feeds/3657923016865584707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12670225&amp;postID=3657923016865584707' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12670225/posts/default/3657923016865584707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12670225/posts/default/3657923016865584707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marche-dan-les-passe.blogspot.com/2007/02/aint-she-damn-cool-if-i-had-girl-i.html' title=''/><author><name>F.i.L.h.A.d.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://www.alicia-logic.com/capsimages/nx_008JackDiscovers.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12670225.post-117059503615189547</id><published>2007-02-04T21:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-04T21:24:32.276+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yes, its official... I'm using a log&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;10&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;=&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;lg&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; phone... hrmm... shall get used to it. liking it actually... yearp that was all i wanted say...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12670225-117059503615189547?l=marche-dan-les-passe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marche-dan-les-passe.blogspot.com/feeds/117059503615189547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12670225&amp;postID=117059503615189547' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12670225/posts/default/117059503615189547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12670225/posts/default/117059503615189547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marche-dan-les-passe.blogspot.com/2007/02/yes-its-official.html' title=''/><author><name>F.i.L.h.A.d.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://www.alicia-logic.com/capsimages/nx_008JackDiscovers.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12670225.post-117042057487294097</id><published>2007-02-02T20:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-04T21:02:43.980+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>you were there&lt;br /&gt;when i needed you most.&lt;br /&gt;In those times&lt;br /&gt;when no one stood by me&lt;br /&gt;you cheered me up.&lt;br /&gt;you filled my life with music.&lt;br /&gt;and made my dull life technicolor.&lt;br /&gt;dear nokia 6230i.&lt;br /&gt;hope you're happy with your new owner...&lt;br /&gt;though you will always be remembered.&lt;br /&gt;and your loss is greatly regretted.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12670225-117042057487294097?l=marche-dan-les-passe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marche-dan-les-passe.blogspot.com/feeds/117042057487294097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12670225&amp;postID=117042057487294097' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12670225/posts/default/117042057487294097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12670225/posts/default/117042057487294097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marche-dan-les-passe.blogspot.com/2007/02/you-were-there-when-i-needed-you-most.html' title=''/><author><name>F.i.L.h.A.d.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://www.alicia-logic.com/capsimages/nx_008JackDiscovers.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12670225.post-116921722947992712</id><published>2007-01-19T22:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-19T22:33:49.480+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'd never thought that I would say this, but yeah I &lt;u&gt;am&lt;/u&gt; sad ODAC is actually sortta forced to close down. Sigh. Now I am once again in a dilemma as to what to join. ODAC was like my answer for Sec 1 CCA open house and now its like I have to do it all over again. Wait, I've used too many like and again in this post... hmm.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12670225-116921722947992712?l=marche-dan-les-passe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marche-dan-les-passe.blogspot.com/feeds/116921722947992712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12670225&amp;postID=116921722947992712' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12670225/posts/default/116921722947992712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12670225/posts/default/116921722947992712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marche-dan-les-passe.blogspot.com/2007/01/id-never-thought-that-i-would-say-this.html' title=''/><author><name>F.i.L.h.A.d.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://www.alicia-logic.com/capsimages/nx_008JackDiscovers.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12670225.post-116921656134083379</id><published>2007-01-19T22:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-19T22:22:41.356+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Note to self :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Watch Miss Potter (1st Feb)&lt;br /&gt;2) Watch Epic Movie (15 Feb)&lt;br /&gt;3) Watch Foodfight&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12670225-116921656134083379?l=marche-dan-les-passe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marche-dan-les-passe.blogspot.com/feeds/116921656134083379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12670225&amp;postID=116921656134083379' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12670225/posts/default/116921656134083379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12670225/posts/default/116921656134083379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marche-dan-les-passe.blogspot.com/2007/01/note-to-self-1-watch-miss-potter-1st.html' title=''/><author><name>F.i.L.h.A.d.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://www.alicia-logic.com/capsimages/nx_008JackDiscovers.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12670225.post-116903124241086802</id><published>2007-01-17T18:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-17T18:54:02.460+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>sorry for being emo today. i was tired. sorry. i have nothing to be depressed about... life's great, school's fun... though not madrasah but... i'll live with it... yeah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cinnamon's nice to eat with pizza... try it... don't worry i don't have exquisite taste so you'll probably think its nice too... lol...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i must practice writing poetry... cause my literature class needs me to do so... and i did know that william shakesphere was, erm, deep but i did not know that he was &lt;strong&gt;that&lt;/strong&gt; deep...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have homework to do... loads actually... they are getting to me... whatever... i shall quit whining... and resort to moaning...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(*abstracted from "Through the Eyes of My Clone" by F.i.L.h.A.d.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12670225-116903124241086802?l=marche-dan-les-passe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marche-dan-les-passe.blogspot.com/feeds/116903124241086802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12670225&amp;postID=116903124241086802' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12670225/posts/default/116903124241086802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12670225/posts/default/116903124241086802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marche-dan-les-passe.blogspot.com/2007/01/sorry-for-being-emo-today.html' title=''/><author><name>F.i.L.h.A.d.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://www.alicia-logic.com/capsimages/nx_008JackDiscovers.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12670225.post-116877700994067786</id><published>2007-01-14T19:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-14T22:12:06.330+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Woah! 2nd week of school and information are being thrown at you and you're like supposed to catch it and store it in some compartment in your brain or else it's your own problem. in other words...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;hyperventilates&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;argh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;*&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;breathes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;gulp&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and of course with power comes great responsibility and so with knowledge comes great-&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;ER &lt;/span&gt;homework... -.-&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;''&lt;/span&gt; i missed the time when i get to watch spider-man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was cca open house on saturday. and the &lt;s&gt;best&lt;/s&gt; part was that i wasn't even there! not that i didn't want to be there. cause you know being in the most active, &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;fun&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/span&gt;and cool cca that i am in, my presence would have been redundant. so i spent the day roting at home and telling my conscience that it was ok for me "to put to tomorrow what you can do today". lol. so the mad rush against time continues and here i go! *zooms past&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12670225-116877700994067786?l=marche-dan-les-passe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marche-dan-les-passe.blogspot.com/feeds/116877700994067786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12670225&amp;postID=116877700994067786' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12670225/posts/default/116877700994067786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12670225/posts/default/116877700994067786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marche-dan-les-passe.blogspot.com/2007/01/woah-2nd-week-of-school-and.html' title=''/><author><name>F.i.L.h.A.d.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://www.alicia-logic.com/capsimages/nx_008JackDiscovers.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12670225.post-116842177375861744</id><published>2007-01-10T17:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-20T00:26:08.480+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>1. Are you a chinese or an english freako?- i'm a malay...&lt;br /&gt;2. If time gonna stop , what will you probably do?- totally freak out n go 2 slp hoping it didn't&lt;br /&gt;3. Do you prefer a playPOOL or a playGROUND?- playpool sounds fun...&lt;br /&gt;4. Do you prefer gossiping aound or being gossiped about? err... hmm.. if u're gossiped abt hw wld u noe?&lt;br /&gt;5. Do you prefer simple or complicated? if u talk maths, definitely simple... bt life, simple is boring&lt;br /&gt;6. Do you tackle numbers or alphabets better? abcs..&lt;br /&gt;7. What makes you pissed? almost anithing frm being forced to being asked to make decisions...&lt;br /&gt;8. How's your childhood? long... depressing, sad, happy, waking up, awake&lt;br /&gt;9. Do you have inspiration or perspiration? i always thought they come together&lt;br /&gt;10. Do you think 24 hours is too short or just ok?- a little too short...&lt;br /&gt;11. Would you judge someone by it's appearance? definitely...not. evrybody greys&lt;br /&gt;12. What attracts your eyes? hilary duff! lol. kidding. handphones? anything nice&lt;br /&gt;13. Do you prefer day or night? day... night is so solemn&lt;br /&gt;14. Do you treasure things that you own or insatisfied desire? i treasure what i haf... but sometyms u juz cant help wanting more&lt;br /&gt;15. If the computer hangs, with long document not save , what will you do? shut it down, dismantle the cpu, throw the hard disc out the window&lt;br /&gt;16. Do you believe in miracles? yeah... if u wan it bad enough&lt;br /&gt;17. Do you get tensed forgetting the past or trying to do so? dude, thats lyk part of ur life. y throw it away?&lt;br /&gt;18. In you mind what colours are there? black. red.&lt;br /&gt;19. Have you pitied those who are a real pity and shed tears for them? yes... it makes me feel real lucky after camparing my life with theirs&lt;br /&gt;20. Describe yourself in attitude. ... (read the dots)&lt;br /&gt;21. Do you suddenly lose a grasp of hope to survive? Not ryt now thanks for the concern...&lt;br /&gt;22. Give three advantages in living. socialising, education, moral...&lt;br /&gt;23. What's your ambition in life? to be 100% me&lt;br /&gt;24. Do you believe in horoscopes? sorry, but nah...&lt;br /&gt;25. Descibe music in your life. it is company, an anti-depressant and something that might make me depressed&lt;br /&gt;26. Which country would you go if you have the money? raffles hotel in singapore... haha i hate travelling geez!&lt;br /&gt;27. What do you think blogging is about? diary&lt;br /&gt;28. What kind of style are you trying to get hold of? err... forgive me 4 saying this. emo&lt;br /&gt;29. When you fail a test what will you do? i'll frown then slap myself then smile&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12670225-116842177375861744?l=marche-dan-les-passe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marche-dan-les-passe.blogspot.com/feeds/116842177375861744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12670225&amp;postID=116842177375861744' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12670225/posts/default/116842177375861744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12670225/posts/default/116842177375861744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marche-dan-les-passe.blogspot.com/2007/01/1.html' title=''/><author><name>F.i.L.h.A.d.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://www.alicia-logic.com/capsimages/nx_008JackDiscovers.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12670225.post-116817280594369460</id><published>2007-01-07T19:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-07T20:26:45.966+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hrz. its only the first week of school and we already have homework. its getting tough. even malay is hard damnit. but on the plus side school is not as depressing as it usually would. 3/3 is dominated mostly by ex-2/5 and 2/2 ppl. diao. how i managed to get my name roped in with theirs, i don't know. and i sit blardy infront next to a PRC gal. boring liao. nevermind hope it will somehow change. went for odac on the first week of school arh. haha. that is lyk a MAJOR improvement. lol. and i just found out that i hate hatehate hatehatehistory.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12670225-116817280594369460?l=marche-dan-les-passe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marche-dan-les-passe.blogspot.com/feeds/116817280594369460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12670225&amp;postID=116817280594369460' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12670225/posts/default/116817280594369460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12670225/posts/default/116817280594369460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marche-dan-les-passe.blogspot.com/2007/01/hrz.html' title=''/><author><name>F.i.L.h.A.d.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://www.alicia-logic.com/capsimages/nx_008JackDiscovers.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12670225.post-116771967745663717</id><published>2007-01-02T14:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-02T14:34:37.470+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sigh. School is starting tomorrow. No more late night sleep, no more xbox, no more sims, no more tv, more of homework, long-nose-hair... Sigh. And i'm in 3/3. so... nevermind, i'll live with it. hope the people are nice cause i'll be nervous tomorrow. *breathes&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12670225-116771967745663717?l=marche-dan-les-passe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marche-dan-les-passe.blogspot.com/feeds/116771967745663717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12670225&amp;postID=116771967745663717' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12670225/posts/default/116771967745663717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12670225/posts/default/116771967745663717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marche-dan-les-passe.blogspot.com/2007/01/sigh.html' title=''/><author><name>F.i.L.h.A.d.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://www.alicia-logic.com/capsimages/nx_008JackDiscovers.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12670225.post-116740878025345282</id><published>2006-12-30T00:08:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-31T10:20:58.636+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Justin Timberlake - What Goes Around Comes Around&lt;br /&gt;Hey girl, is he everything you wanted in a man?&lt;br /&gt;You know I gave you the world&lt;br /&gt;You had me in the palm of your hand&lt;br /&gt;So why your love went away&lt;br /&gt;I just can't seem to understand&lt;br /&gt;Thought it was me and you babe&lt;br /&gt;Me and you until the end&lt;br /&gt;But I guess I was wrong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't want to think about it&lt;br /&gt;Don't want to talk about it&lt;br /&gt;I'm just so sick about it&lt;br /&gt;Can't believe it's ending this way&lt;br /&gt;Just so confused about it&lt;br /&gt;Feeling the blues about it&lt;br /&gt;I just can't do without ya&lt;br /&gt;Tell me is this fair?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is this the way it's really going down?&lt;br /&gt;Is this how we say goodbye?&lt;br /&gt;Should've known better when you came around&lt;br /&gt;That you were gonna make me cry&lt;br /&gt;It's breaking my heart to watch you run around&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I know that you're living a lie&lt;br /&gt;That's okay baby 'cause in time you will find...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What goes around, goes around, goes around&lt;br /&gt;Comes all the way back around&lt;br /&gt;What goes around, goes around, goes around&lt;br /&gt;Comes all the way back around&lt;br /&gt;What goes around, goes around, goes around&lt;br /&gt;Comes all the way back around&lt;br /&gt;What goes around, goes around, goes around&lt;br /&gt;Comes all the way back around&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now girl, I remember everything that you claimed&lt;br /&gt;You said that you were moving on now&lt;br /&gt;And maybe I should do the same&lt;br /&gt;Funny thing about that isI was ready to give you my name&lt;br /&gt;Thought it was me and you, babe&lt;br /&gt;And now, it's all just a shame&lt;br /&gt;And I guess I was wrong&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12670225-116740878025345282?l=marche-dan-les-passe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marche-dan-les-passe.blogspot.com/feeds/116740878025345282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12670225&amp;postID=116740878025345282' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12670225/posts/default/116740878025345282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12670225/posts/default/116740878025345282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marche-dan-les-passe.blogspot.com/2006/12/justin-timberlake-what-goes-around_30.html' title=''/><author><name>F.i.L.h.A.d.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://www.alicia-logic.com/capsimages/nx_008JackDiscovers.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12670225.post-116669404549486126</id><published>2006-12-21T17:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-21T17:40:45.506+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hrrm... the holidays are ending real fast. i didn't even get to bungee jump yet! (not that i want to) watched open season which was as fun as it was boring. perhaps it was the air-con but i could almost have fallen asleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;also watched death note which is devilishly clever. heh did not know that could have came up from an anime. after watching the show, i support Kira! huaha. like the part when he used the death note in the bag of potato chips to avert suspicions. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; also watched saw III. it was what else, gory and bloody... which makes it nice to watch. specially when opening the skull of this stupid old man who wants to play a game with everyone. huaha. but the ending was sad. the gal was stupid too. why fall in love with someone who just kidnapped and tried to kill you? stupid stupid. k so now you know what to do. watch some movies! bye&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12670225-116669404549486126?l=marche-dan-les-passe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marche-dan-les-passe.blogspot.com/feeds/116669404549486126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12670225&amp;postID=116669404549486126' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12670225/posts/default/116669404549486126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12670225/posts/default/116669404549486126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marche-dan-les-passe.blogspot.com/2006/12/hrrm.html' title=''/><author><name>F.i.L.h.A.d.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://www.alicia-logic.com/capsimages/nx_008JackDiscovers.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12670225.post-116524498144031520</id><published>2006-12-04T23:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-04T23:09:41.440+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Heys... Created new blogskin. Finally... After like, 2 hours of finding pictures and 9 hours of editing and stuff, its done! haha. this blogskin is like planned inside my head from the first time i created a blogskin bt it never happened. so now dat it did, YEAH! hahak. and listen to the song ice box by omarion. now i mean now! i can like imagine a whole ballet by a guy dancing with full emotions to this song man. hahak. all inspired by step up and so you think you can dance. lol. dis is wad loooong periods of particularly nothing to do does to u. and oh. i just found the list of people in C2 and it suxs! grr... &lt;s&gt;samuel grace&lt;/s&gt; some malay girls from 2/2 and some other ppl i dunno. haha. sad sak! haiz. k ah gtg. bye&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12670225-116524498144031520?l=marche-dan-les-passe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marche-dan-les-passe.blogspot.com/feeds/116524498144031520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12670225&amp;postID=116524498144031520' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12670225/posts/default/116524498144031520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12670225/posts/default/116524498144031520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marche-dan-les-passe.blogspot.com/2006/12/heys.html' title=''/><author><name>F.i.L.h.A.d.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://www.alicia-logic.com/capsimages/nx_008JackDiscovers.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12670225.post-116438050248074389</id><published>2006-11-24T22:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-24T23:01:42.496+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hey ammar slept over at our house on Sunday... it wasn't planned you know. so yeah. had a first time experience of bathing a baby and to put on his diapers for him. hahak. and to put him to sleep was no easy feat you know. that baby is ever hyper. and on Thursday watched Step Up &lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;again&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;. hahak. this time i wasn't cheap-skate and actually pain real SGD to watch it at the movies with khairi, aliya, ulfah, thiviyah, hidayah, fion, ganesh, danny, prakash, daryl, ranjini and puay ying... there i didn't miss anyone out rite? hahak... &lt;s&gt;though most of them were from school. oops. haha. i forgot lah about that carnival.&lt;/s&gt; so yeah the movie rocked lyk i said before... and ooh i'm so "&lt;s&gt;sorry&lt;/s&gt;" if i destroyed ur sad emotions to cry. hahak. rite. so now i have fever again. o_O"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12670225-116438050248074389?l=marche-dan-les-passe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marche-dan-les-passe.blogspot.com/feeds/116438050248074389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12670225&amp;postID=116438050248074389' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12670225/posts/default/116438050248074389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12670225/posts/default/116438050248074389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marche-dan-les-passe.blogspot.com/2006/11/hey-ammar-slept-over-at-our-house-on.html' title=''/><author><name>F.i.L.h.A.d.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://www.alicia-logic.com/capsimages/nx_008JackDiscovers.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12670225.post-116386020085263239</id><published>2006-11-18T22:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-18T22:30:00.873+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>heys... this holiday seems to be lyk the best... hahak. well for one it wasn't that boring... watched flushed away... which was cute n funny... also watched the devil wears prada and step up, for free... found it at this website &lt;a href="http://www.jellotv.com/jellotv/"&gt;here&lt;/a href&gt;. Step up was so nice... love the dancing n the romance. hahas. n oh yeah da rayer outing was great. but quite tiring... niwaes i shall make another nice blogskin to compete wif khairi's... hahak. adieus then.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12670225-116386020085263239?l=marche-dan-les-passe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marche-dan-les-passe.blogspot.com/feeds/116386020085263239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12670225&amp;postID=116386020085263239' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12670225/posts/default/116386020085263239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12670225/posts/default/116386020085263239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marche-dan-les-passe.blogspot.com/2006/11/heys.html' title=''/><author><name>F.i.L.h.A.d.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://www.alicia-logic.com/capsimages/nx_008JackDiscovers.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12670225.post-116289690684376031</id><published>2006-11-07T18:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-07T18:55:06.856+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yesterday i had fever and diarrhoea. so tiring you noe. my head felt like it was punched frm all corners. my stomache hurts n i woke up almost every hour to go to the toilet. bt yeah to day my fever ish gone. oni da diarrhoea still there. n the doctor gave me two types of medicine. one of them is &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;charcoal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;. and the other one is a mixture that contains magnesium carbonate and sodium bicarbonate. wad?  do they wanna burn ppl or stuff. weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha. btw the results for the sec 2 streaming is out. i got C2. meaning other than the other compulsory subs, i got physics, geog, ss and lit elect. yay. i managed to steer free of hist. yay!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12670225-116289690684376031?l=marche-dan-les-passe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marche-dan-les-passe.blogspot.com/feeds/116289690684376031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12670225&amp;postID=116289690684376031' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12670225/posts/default/116289690684376031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12670225/posts/default/116289690684376031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marche-dan-les-passe.blogspot.com/2006/11/yesterday-i-had-fever-and-diarrhoea.html' title=''/><author><name>F.i.L.h.A.d.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://www.alicia-logic.com/capsimages/nx_008JackDiscovers.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12670225.post-116176379200782297</id><published>2006-10-25T15:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-02T02:38:23.070+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hi,&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt; Selamat hari rayer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;! Long time didn't post cause the modem was confiscated. sigh. but finally rayer... after all those sleeping at 4 a.m. for 3 days straight to bake kuih and clean house. and also now can eat as per normal. double yays! haha. got a total of $101 from the first day. yesterday we all wore white except for mum. lol. then today got back our results. yeah. my napfa i got 19 points, one more point short of silver... suay larh. and i got E8 for both maths and chinese. dang. and i found out that i am 24th in class and 175th in the sec 2 cohort. which means they are gonna ignore my choice to get into the class i want and it means i am just gonna be thrown into any remaining class. the full results for term 4 are as follows:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Eng - 66 (B3)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Malay - 62 (B4)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Maths - 27 (F9)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Sci - 55 (C5)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Geog - 61 (B4)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Hist - 56 (C5)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Lit - 66 (B3)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;H.E. - 52 (C6)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Art - 50 (C6)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;CSP - 42 (E8)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigs... but nevermind cause &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Ronin &lt;/span&gt;came to our school! Woots! totally unexpected. the lead singer was damn cool. wished i could sing like him. heh. and i used to think that he dyed his hair white and wore thick make-up but nah, he is just an albino. lol. and i realised in a band no other guy can steal the attention from the lead singer. haha. but their guitars were cool... i wanna electric guitar!! kdk. (ketawa dengan kuat) kay arhk, chiaoz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;some pictures&lt;/u&gt; x)&lt;/span&gt; :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/365/722/1600/Image028A.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/365/722/320/Image028A.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/365/722/1600/Image035.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/365/722/320/Image035.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/365/722/1600/Image038.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/365/722/320/Image038.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/365/722/1600/Image037.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/365/722/320/Image037.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12670225-116176379200782297?l=marche-dan-les-passe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marche-dan-les-passe.blogspot.com/feeds/116176379200782297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12670225&amp;postID=116176379200782297' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12670225/posts/default/116176379200782297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12670225/posts/default/116176379200782297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marche-dan-les-passe.blogspot.com/2006/10/hi-selamat-hari-rayer-long-time-didnt.html' title=''/><author><name>F.i.L.h.A.d.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://www.alicia-logic.com/capsimages/nx_008JackDiscovers.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12670225.post-116076267807098868</id><published>2006-10-14T01:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-14T02:04:38.113+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>heyys... this past days is quite boring larh... everydae i sleep so long... but still lost 4 kg... i dun wanna lose weight larh... sigh, wad to do... the walking papan. one of the memorable times these days is the maggot incident... could you imagine... we bought so much stuff frm this gerai at the pasar malam in woodlands... then after i swallowed a piece of paru then we noticed got maggot&lt;b&gt;S&lt;/b&gt;... and they were still very alive and wriggling from one end of the paru to the other. lyk wth lah. but for some reason i was nt dat freaked out n cld continue eating the ayam which the makcik put nxy to the paru. a true chicken lover! lol. i got my xbox bck... but at a price... irritating sucker. n oh did i mention that i fell sick some days ago... it started on fri nite and ended on tues. fever. plus i lost my voice... lyk that so suck coz wen i tok i sound lyk a choked chicken or smthg. hehe. n oh i baked a few pieces of chocolate cookies. lol. flavored with berries. haha. k ah gtg. byezz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12670225-116076267807098868?l=marche-dan-les-passe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marche-dan-les-passe.blogspot.com/feeds/116076267807098868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12670225&amp;postID=116076267807098868' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12670225/posts/default/116076267807098868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12670225/posts/default/116076267807098868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marche-dan-les-passe.blogspot.com/2006/10/heyys.html' title=''/><author><name>F.i.L.h.A.d.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://www.alicia-logic.com/capsimages/nx_008JackDiscovers.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12670225.post-116037792344925519</id><published>2006-10-09T15:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-09T15:12:03.476+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i have a dysfunctional blog :(&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;most of the exams are over :)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;i'm gona fail most of them :( &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;end of the school term is near :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;2/6 is gonna have to split up soon :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12670225-116037792344925519?l=marche-dan-les-passe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marche-dan-les-passe.blogspot.com/feeds/116037792344925519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12670225&amp;postID=116037792344925519' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12670225/posts/default/116037792344925519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12670225/posts/default/116037792344925519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marche-dan-les-passe.blogspot.com/2006/10/i-have-dysfunctional-blog-most-of.html' title=''/><author><name>F.i.L.h.A.d.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://www.alicia-logic.com/capsimages/nx_008JackDiscovers.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12670225.post-115866011283936356</id><published>2006-09-19T17:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-06T17:05:04.236+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>haloo. last fri aft skul got no odac. so happy. then went to seoul garden. eat lots2 of chicken, kerang, prawn, ice-cream and meat. ma0. then sat stayed at home do homework on sat. at sun terbangun lambat so tk pegi madr. yeeps! then aft dat went to ammar's hse. lol. then when time to go home he cried coz he dun wan me to leave. saaa. cute. &lt;s&gt;school&lt;/s&gt; exam is starting again. but i'm slacking. i hate hiiiimmm. wen is he eva gonna leave??!! sucker lah. is my blogskin so disturbing meh? lol. shall change den...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12670225-115866011283936356?l=marche-dan-les-passe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marche-dan-les-passe.blogspot.com/feeds/115866011283936356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12670225&amp;postID=115866011283936356' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12670225/posts/default/115866011283936356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12670225/posts/default/115866011283936356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marche-dan-les-passe.blogspot.com/2006/09/haloo.html' title=''/><author><name>F.i.L.h.A.d.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://www.alicia-logic.com/capsimages/nx_008JackDiscovers.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12670225.post-115842008948385753</id><published>2006-09-16T23:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-16T23:23:15.323+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hrmm... today did mainly nuting much. woke up late at noon. watched tv the use the net. then study a lil bit. ok the purpose in me coming here is not really to blog just want to put this video. heh. its really cool. an evident that taking fragments from something whole really can convey a totally different meaning. watch it. harry potter and hermione was dating then he was unfaithful alot of times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/D9VUYE368Mg"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/D9VUYE368Mg" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12670225-115842008948385753?l=marche-dan-les-passe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marche-dan-les-passe.blogspot.com/feeds/115842008948385753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12670225&amp;postID=115842008948385753' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12670225/posts/default/115842008948385753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12670225/posts/default/115842008948385753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marche-dan-les-passe.blogspot.com/2006/09/hrmm.html' title=''/><author><name>F.i.L.h.A.d.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://www.alicia-logic.com/capsimages/nx_008JackDiscovers.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12670225.post-115824683996259130</id><published>2006-09-14T23:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-14T23:14:00.020+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yo! shall post a short one here. after csp went back to class then wrote 40 different names for rohotito. then one by one everyone went out of the class and left me and fion only. then the class nxt to the whiteboard wall kept banging the wall. then after i carried my beg about to go home then fion called me back in. the horror!! a hanging speaker. *gasps*  so at first we decided to just ran home. then we thought like isn't that like irresponsible? so we dwelled on whether to report or not. then aft like half an hour after calling ms lee and ms yeo for some reason, we went to report. then when asking whose name to put i said fion but she sabo me then she write my name. then when we go out we found out that madu already reported it. chh. waste of time. but i bet long-haired-nose is bound to see the three paper on his desk including abt a lost fone which involves 2/6 too. yay!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12670225-115824683996259130?l=marche-dan-les-passe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marche-dan-les-passe.blogspot.com/feeds/115824683996259130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12670225&amp;postID=115824683996259130' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12670225/posts/default/115824683996259130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12670225/posts/default/115824683996259130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marche-dan-les-passe.blogspot.com/2006/09/yo-shall-post-short-one-here.html' title=''/><author><name>F.i.L.h.A.d.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://www.alicia-logic.com/capsimages/nx_008JackDiscovers.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12670225.post-115814735953496560</id><published>2006-09-13T19:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-13T19:35:59.550+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>that fateful friday... at first in the morning while trying to angkat my cup of coffee, i spilled the whole thing over onto my white, ironed pants. blummer. then after school that long-nose-haired "major" went to scold me just because i wore the shirt with jeans. i mean what is your problem lah. nak pegi mesjid pe. then after solat i found out that i lost my wallet. had to go to kfc to try to communicate with the aunties who could not even understand english. sigh. luckily got the hrmm... guess what? an xbox finally! yay. ok maybe i didn't buy it. but my sister bought it for me as my birthday present. lol. so fun. currently playing beyond good and evil. a complicated and leceh game but fun. bought it at sim lim. gonna play halo and gotham racing next. i know i'm slow but hey it's a start. yeah. and my com is kindda crazy so i'm just gonna post this before it crashes on me &lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;again&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12670225-115814735953496560?l=marche-dan-les-passe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marche-dan-les-passe.blogspot.com/feeds/115814735953496560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12670225&amp;postID=115814735953496560' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12670225/posts/default/115814735953496560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12670225/posts/default/115814735953496560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marche-dan-les-passe.blogspot.com/2006/09/that-fateful-friday.html' title=''/><author><name>F.i.L.h.A.d.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://www.alicia-logic.com/capsimages/nx_008JackDiscovers.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12670225.post-115718439345051028</id><published>2006-09-02T15:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-02T16:06:33.463+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>as promised, my results...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Eng - 66 (B3)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Malay - 70 (A2)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Maths - 64 (B4)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Sci - 55 (C5)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Geog - 59 (C5)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Hist - 65 (B3)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Lit - 59 (C5)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;H.E. - 68 (B3)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Art - 61 (B4)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;CSP - 50 (C6)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as you can see, all my grades are dropping. sigh. muz pull up socks man. damn. streaming here. anyway i dunno wad subjects to take nxt yr larh. -_- argh! my eyes tembel... again. damnit. n i haf sore throats. n i tink i'm running a temperature. sigh. y does dis haf to happen during da holidays??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12670225-115718439345051028?l=marche-dan-les-passe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marche-dan-les-passe.blogspot.com/feeds/115718439345051028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12670225&amp;postID=115718439345051028' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12670225/posts/default/115718439345051028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12670225/posts/default/115718439345051028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marche-dan-les-passe.blogspot.com/2006/09/as-promised-my-results.html' title=''/><author><name>F.i.L.h.A.d.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://www.alicia-logic.com/capsimages/nx_008JackDiscovers.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12670225.post-115704384808343316</id><published>2006-09-01T00:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-04T20:42:08.826+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>dude, today was so... i dunnno, weird? aces day workout is juz sucky lah. den went bck to class to change into my "smart" casual attire. blearh. then helped wif da setting up of the tables. went to hall. watch concert while listening to mp3. da guessing stuff was fun. n i lyk da guitar. i wan electric guitar. wen bck to cls so boring watch da teachs eat. should haf volunteered as servers. den at least can crowd ard da table. bt den har.. wen a teacher asked for "ser-viet" however u spell it, i was lyk blur. den someone take the square paper n i went tissue sae tissue lah. haiyo. played some songs. den realised that i dun hav any slow songs in my mp3 except for Unfaithful. den watched dem act out da play. so funny lah. den da mv. it was sweet, but kindda comical too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;den wen bck to gyps wif &lt;s&gt;grace&lt;/s&gt;. unbelievable yep. on da way played mp3 on her tigger which has two speakers on its legs. kewl huh? wen bck, woah da place was heavily decorated seh. kindda nice. saw some old ppl. weird. realie weird. dey havent change at all. still da same. den wen bck home coz cannot go up n mit da teachers until 1 o'clock. dun bother to wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahak. tues was my bdae! got a squishy ball frm aliya. came in quite handy especially wen i was showing mi parents my result slip. was pressing and squishing da ball. but no comment frm dem. good. :) mum gave mii a bag and my skull watch! again yar i noe. it's nicer dis tym. n dad wanna buy mii shoe i tink and my sis wanna buy me ps2. hahak. so fun. den we ate da mint cake. dat was my first mint flavored cake. lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;weds was aliya's bdae. bought her winnie the pooh again. xcept dat on its belly got da tap light. a reminiscence of "slumber huggies". hahak. we all got ferrero rocher frm da bdae gal too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;some pics of my prezzies:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the second skull watch frm mum&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/365/722/1600/Image029.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/365/722/200/Image029.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wallet frm paksu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/365/722/200/Image026.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;squishy ball frm aliya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; height: 160px; width: 200px; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i105.photobucket.com/albums/m226/filhad/Image040.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;beg frm ibu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; height: 160px; width: 200px; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i105.photobucket.com/albums/m226/filhad/Image034.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;another beg too frm paksu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; height: 160px; width: 200px; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i105.photobucket.com/albums/m226/filhad/Image033.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol. so fun. i shall also typ in my results some other tym. bt nt nw coz its so dark n my sis is asleep rite behind me. lols. chiao&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12670225-115704384808343316?l=marche-dan-les-passe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marche-dan-les-passe.blogspot.com/feeds/115704384808343316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12670225&amp;postID=115704384808343316' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12670225/posts/default/115704384808343316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12670225/posts/default/115704384808343316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marche-dan-les-passe.blogspot.com/2006/09/dude-today-was-so.html' title=''/><author><name>F.i.L.h.A.d.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://www.alicia-logic.com/capsimages/nx_008JackDiscovers.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12670225.post-115668725088252871</id><published>2006-08-27T21:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-27T22:00:50.896+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hehk. skipped school on thursday. then friday was quite a nice day except for the starting which was a bit slow due to my sleepiness. _-_ after solat watched the ATC performed their play "Am I". Gotta say, it's quite a nice play to watch. my personal favourite part was the "www.life.blogspot.com" part. hehk. with the black choir right beside me, it was like total surround system when they said that. quite touching and bought me some realization.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then ODAC played captain's ball with the &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;blue&lt;/span&gt; monkey. aiyah he action alot only. like to pass damn low but i play high how to pass like that? blocked some goals but by the end of it my kaki punyer kulit peeled off abit. sakit seh when place minyak kuning. psst.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saturday went to causeway point to take back my phone! finally... the waited moments. also bought that certain someone's present. lol. then slept at one even though got early madrasah the day after cause spent the time to create the decoration for madrasah punyer signboard. sigh. i don't want to be the monitor lah. so leceh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12670225-115668725088252871?l=marche-dan-les-passe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marche-dan-les-passe.blogspot.com/feeds/115668725088252871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12670225&amp;postID=115668725088252871' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12670225/posts/default/115668725088252871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12670225/posts/default/115668725088252871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marche-dan-les-passe.blogspot.com/2006/08/hehk.html' title=''/><author><name>F.i.L.h.A.d.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://www.alicia-logic.com/capsimages/nx_008JackDiscovers.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12670225.post-115590953986277041</id><published>2006-08-18T21:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-18T21:58:59.886+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>One week since my last mourning on the ousting of rahimah rahim. wak wak. *toking crap. today, during p.e. i played da worst captain ball in my whole life. i mean nt dat i was bad dat kind of ting. bt da wholed game turned into a gangfight lah. even i shouted lyk wad. dunno lah. first come da stupid comments. den da unfair playing. then bryan went cuckoo. den da whole spirit of playing wasnt der. so to counter dat, ZH ran ard pretending to be superman. den some ppl tried to do indian dance to distract me frm defending da ball, which dey managed to. *fumes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;den recess. da nasi ayam damn nt so nice lah. da chicken was nice. bt da rice was lyk.... so i just ate da two ayam. n spent my $2 coupon on dat. wad waste. then odac went to mcritchie. hrmm, fauzi was... *spastic?* acted lyk some 5 yr old guy i swear. hahk. i completed da 4.8 km plus-a-bit-more-since-we-went-da-wrong-way run in 37 mins. abt 6 mins slower den my cross country run. bt ok ah since its lyk been a month since i last ran coz nd to study. no dat it did any gd. coz all my grades went down. even ganesh beat me. damnit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;huahahaha. my blogkin rox. XD just an opinion of mine. with which if u dun agree, just try to agree anyway.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12670225-115590953986277041?l=marche-dan-les-passe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marche-dan-les-passe.blogspot.com/feeds/115590953986277041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12670225&amp;postID=115590953986277041' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12670225/posts/default/115590953986277041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12670225/posts/default/115590953986277041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marche-dan-les-passe.blogspot.com/2006/08/one-week-since-my-last-mourning-on.html' title=''/><author><name>F.i.L.h.A.d.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://www.alicia-logic.com/capsimages/nx_008JackDiscovers.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12670225.post-115529244177339983</id><published>2006-08-11T18:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-11T18:41:37.516+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Rahima Rahim is out! No way! Damn it. She should have sung kelly clarkson or something lah. See lah wad lindsay lohan does to you. Sigh. Now singapore idol will be quite boring to watch. Today we played captain's ball during p.e. damn fun man. then during english we took our literature test. i wrote craps of sentences lah. the questions were so undefined. and my mind was in no mood to define it. then during malay was karangan test. i did the dialogue as usual. then she told us the marks for our show and tell. siak seh mine was the lowest. i got 21 out of 30 which was not bad but still..... then we ate bandito. i love bandito. i love zinger too but i love bandito more cause it contains more chicken. nyehehe. straight after that we went to solat. after the whole thing ended we patah balik to school to take geog test. chicken feet seh. the MCQ answer was "CBCB" *Chee Bai Chee Bai get it? nyeh. there were no ODAC today cause Ms Sek getting married! Woohoo... *dunno real or not ah. And tomorrow is Kak Fairus' bersanding or nikah day i dunno ah. but its the one where we send the hantaran. we made a heart-shaped "bakul" which will tear to pieces if carried by the handle. so basically that's it. untill next time, "that's all folks"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12670225-115529244177339983?l=marche-dan-les-passe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marche-dan-les-passe.blogspot.com/feeds/115529244177339983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12670225&amp;postID=115529244177339983' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12670225/posts/default/115529244177339983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12670225/posts/default/115529244177339983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marche-dan-les-passe.blogspot.com/2006/08/rahima-rahim-is-out-no-way-damn-it.html' title=''/><author><name>F.i.L.h.A.d.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://www.alicia-logic.com/capsimages/nx_008JackDiscovers.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12670225.post-115519478546947229</id><published>2006-08-10T15:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-10T15:26:25.483+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Nyeh. Lotsa things happened. Shall talk bout those nearly passed. this week is more of a relaxing week. english, maths and science paper over. hrmm, out of which all i crapped. especially science. i totally just blew off 10 marks like that. I have no idea why but i'm in no mood to study these few days. Especially with tan TV as our maths teacher. speaking of which we met a tan TV junior on tues. going to East Coast Park for Cip with us. he's in sec 1. they totally look alike ah, with the same hairstyle. &lt;s&gt;Ooo, skali tu anak de seh. tak sangka muke innocent mcm tu..... &lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then after school went to J8. Damn there were too many people for comfort. Took neoprints which i looked sucky in. Then ate at Macs. Then go home. Then i think i slept. On wednesday went to yishun rumah ammar. took videos and pics of him and stuff. Then watch NDP on tv. Then the rest of it was damn boring like now and i feel dizzy. shall sleep again even though i just had 11 hours of sleep. Nitez&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12670225-115519478546947229?l=marche-dan-les-passe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marche-dan-les-passe.blogspot.com/feeds/115519478546947229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12670225&amp;postID=115519478546947229' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12670225/posts/default/115519478546947229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12670225/posts/default/115519478546947229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marche-dan-les-passe.blogspot.com/2006/08/nyeh.html' title=''/><author><name>F.i.L.h.A.d.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://www.alicia-logic.com/capsimages/nx_008JackDiscovers.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12670225.post-115409992396468944</id><published>2006-07-28T22:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-28T23:18:44.033+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a WHOLE, whole full week...</title><content type='html'>This week, is &lt;strong&gt;HECTIC&lt;/strong&gt;!!! Man, i've been trying to my best of abilities to cope, but... You know i've been trying to sleep at 10 evry nite, bt evry tym i look at the watch it shows close to 10, den i try to do my hmwk asap so dat i can wrap da whole ting but evry single tym wen the hmwk of da dae is complete, its over 12. damnit. n bcoz of dat, i feel drowsy and in dreamland in school. high, u noe wad i mean. NAPFA was.... sad....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;malay show n tell is just a freak. why cant we just stick to da damn old paper exams. Coz u noe, i dun hav a damn ting in my house dat is related to the malay culture. i dunno.... i juz dun....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lately i've been listening to lotssa trance music like get together by madonna and one word by kelly osbourne... i noe... which guys listen to dis rite?? hahak... my life, my control. tink da music is to suit my dreamland mood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;waaaa... i wan new maths teacher... i dun care i wan.......................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;the leaves began to burn and no one spoke at all. but i can't seem to recall. when you gave me more...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12670225-115409992396468944?l=marche-dan-les-passe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marche-dan-les-passe.blogspot.com/feeds/115409992396468944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12670225&amp;postID=115409992396468944' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12670225/posts/default/115409992396468944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12670225/posts/default/115409992396468944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marche-dan-les-passe.blogspot.com/2006/07/whole-whole-full-week.html' title='a WHOLE, whole full week...'/><author><name>F.i.L.h.A.d.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://www.alicia-logic.com/capsimages/nx_008JackDiscovers.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12670225.post-115314349364736887</id><published>2006-07-17T21:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-17T21:38:13.663+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today 2.4 km run not tiring... but i failed non the less! Argh... Y like dat... i alwaes fail by a few secs. this time... 30 secs... nevermind. this means dat i'll haf more tym to practise to get a C. aiming for goal. Yeah! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We haf soo many homewrk. Wad the hell lah... Extra holiday only one dae rite.Alamak. Burger arh. But at least we managed to complain to Mr Neo abt rambu&lt;b&gt;tan&lt;/b&gt;... Huahahak...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love my box. Hehes, as in the box wer we kip da bks. n i tink my ustad is rite. Judgement dae is coming. for some reasons. Coz the lava smwer, tsunami in indon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12670225-115314349364736887?l=marche-dan-les-passe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marche-dan-les-passe.blogspot.com/feeds/115314349364736887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12670225&amp;postID=115314349364736887' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12670225/posts/default/115314349364736887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12670225/posts/default/115314349364736887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marche-dan-les-passe.blogspot.com/2006/07/today-2.html' title=''/><author><name>F.i.L.h.A.d.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://www.alicia-logic.com/capsimages/nx_008JackDiscovers.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12670225.post-115289001787225141</id><published>2006-07-14T23:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-14T23:13:37.886+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I got top for Malay!! First time in a higher malay class i got highest.. yep3. but one more mark to get A1. Wasted sak. Juz now go solat jumaat the latest ever. we wen in oders went out. so we juz solat zohor.&lt;br /&gt;My standing board jump suxs siak... by dat tiny 10 cm to get better. bt juz nw my leg seriously cramped up. till i fell to the ground seh. Den odac got do 2.4 km run somemore at YCK. Hey wait. i just realised &lt;s&gt;YCK = Yio Chu Kang = Yeo Chee Kong&lt;/s&gt;... Huhahak..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12670225-115289001787225141?l=marche-dan-les-passe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marche-dan-les-passe.blogspot.com/feeds/115289001787225141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12670225&amp;postID=115289001787225141' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12670225/posts/default/115289001787225141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12670225/posts/default/115289001787225141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marche-dan-les-passe.blogspot.com/2006/07/i-got-top-for-malay-first-time-in.html' title=''/><author><name>F.i.L.h.A.d.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://www.alicia-logic.com/capsimages/nx_008JackDiscovers.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12670225.post-115279476833098450</id><published>2006-07-13T20:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-13T20:58:31.046+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Heyy... I just knew that 'Fil" actually means gajah in arab. so Filhad is? Gajah Had???&lt;br /&gt;i really hate not having cable tv coz, yup, not only did i miss the world cup... but i wanna watch high school musical but cannot... Sian arh.&lt;br /&gt;Juz nw Khairi's bandung flavoured yoghurt was quite nice... Though really weird.&lt;br /&gt;Oh yah. The kari with the prata ayah bought tasted and smelled like minyak gamat. Really!&lt;br /&gt;We cannot put our books on the table nimore coz Ms Lee thought of these "genius" ways to put all our books in a box and put them behind. So that is bad news coz i cannot sleep or play handphone in class anymore!!&lt;br /&gt;Hrmm. Miss Sek called me homie. To complain lah. So tmrw must go ODAC. Sigh..&lt;br /&gt;I really love the Miss Murder song but i cant really hear the lyrics. So here:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Hey Miss Murder can I?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Hey Miss Murder can I?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Make beauty stay if I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;take my life?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;whoa-oh-ohh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;With just a look they shook&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;And heavens bowed before him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Simply a look can break your heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;The stars that pierce the sky;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;He left them all behind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;We’re left to wonder why&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;He left us all behind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Hey Miss Murder can I?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Hey Miss Murder can I?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Make beauty stay if I,take my life?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;whoa-oh-ohh (ohh)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Dreams of his crash won’t pass&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Or how they all adored him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Beauty will last when spiraled down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;The stars that mystify&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;He left them all behind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;And how his children cry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;He left us all behind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Hey Miss Murder can I?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Hey Miss Murder can I?&lt;br /&gt;Make beauty stay if I,take my life?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;whoa-oh-ohh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;What's the rift that twists within this furthest mystery?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I would gladly bet my life upon it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;At the cost of love your ray of light&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Will fizzle out without hope.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;When the empty sand just flowing through our empty skin,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;And we're searching for what we were promised.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Reaching for the cold and rain we never let go,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;They won't ever let us blow our filthy hands apart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Hey Miss Murder can I?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Hey Miss Murder can I?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Make beauty stay if I,take my life?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;whoa-oh-ohh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Hey Miss Murder can I?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Hey Miss Murder can I?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Make beauty stay if I,take my life?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;whoa-oh-ohh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12670225-115279476833098450?l=marche-dan-les-passe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marche-dan-les-passe.blogspot.com/feeds/115279476833098450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12670225&amp;postID=115279476833098450' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12670225/posts/default/115279476833098450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12670225/posts/default/115279476833098450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marche-dan-les-passe.blogspot.com/2006/07/heyy.html' title=''/><author><name>F.i.L.h.A.d.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://www.alicia-logic.com/capsimages/nx_008JackDiscovers.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12670225.post-115260612084447872</id><published>2006-07-11T16:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-11T16:22:00.870+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Heyy miss murder can hide...</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Heyy miss murder can hide...&lt;/em&gt; nice song lah. i &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;hate &lt;/span&gt;maths!!!! That... that... sigh. Juz nw malay exam was ok. the peribahasa part easy lah. bt the comprehension part quite hard... n my nose is dripping. damn i hate that. n guess wad? My anxiety, paranoia, pessimistism is cuming back. Wth lah. Den juz nw accompanied khairi to da office to go home. Den da rest of da day was juz slow mo.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12670225-115260612084447872?l=marche-dan-les-passe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marche-dan-les-passe.blogspot.com/feeds/115260612084447872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12670225&amp;postID=115260612084447872' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12670225/posts/default/115260612084447872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12670225/posts/default/115260612084447872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marche-dan-les-passe.blogspot.com/2006/07/heyy-miss-murder-can-hide.html' title='Heyy miss murder can hide...'/><author><name>F.i.L.h.A.d.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://www.alicia-logic.com/capsimages/nx_008JackDiscovers.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12670225.post-115209144953469177</id><published>2006-07-05T17:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-05T17:24:09.536+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bentbackward rambuTAN</title><content type='html'>Sitting at the back... is hot. Stupid small fan how to cool da whole place sey. Hrm. Now sitting near the geniuses of english. Oh yah. Maths.... &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/365/722/1600/Image022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/365/722/320/Image022.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; ... is the lamest, most boring, time-wasting subject... &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;ever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Da pict above is evidence. I'm gonna kill which ever examiner who passed him as a teacher. He would beat about the bush for what he's teaching. And spending 60 mins on a sum which we still dun understand at the end. If not for the maths txtbk, i will most prob fail maths dis term. Ms Yeo i miz u... Hahak.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12670225-115209144953469177?l=marche-dan-les-passe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marche-dan-les-passe.blogspot.com/feeds/115209144953469177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12670225&amp;postID=115209144953469177' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12670225/posts/default/115209144953469177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12670225/posts/default/115209144953469177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marche-dan-les-passe.blogspot.com/2006/07/bentbackward-rambutan.html' title='Bentbackward rambuTAN'/><author><name>F.i.L.h.A.d.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://www.alicia-logic.com/capsimages/nx_008JackDiscovers.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12670225.post-115185552598366182</id><published>2006-07-02T23:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-03T00:07:53.446+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;     F&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;  F&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;U&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;F**K&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;  C&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;K&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;  K&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damnit. Today's such a jinxed day. Enough that I had to wake up early at 6.45 a.m. on a &lt;b&gt;Sunday&lt;/b&gt; morning, enough that I am going to this madrasah where the people might be aliens to me. Went there with a racing heartbeat knowing that I am going to be &lt;em&gt;pulau&lt;/em&gt;-ed, but heyy, its not even gonna happen. Cause you know why, cause at first I was the only guy in that freaking class. Then, the two other guys came. God they know each other I swear, so I was totally ignored. Heck with that. Just have a bad feeling that i'm never gonna enjoy spending time there... ever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12670225-115185552598366182?l=marche-dan-les-passe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marche-dan-les-passe.blogspot.com/feeds/115185552598366182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12670225&amp;postID=115185552598366182' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12670225/posts/default/115185552598366182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12670225/posts/default/115185552598366182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marche-dan-les-passe.blogspot.com/2006/07/f-fu-fk-ck-k-damnit.html' title=''/><author><name>F.i.L.h.A.d.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://www.alicia-logic.com/capsimages/nx_008JackDiscovers.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12670225.post-115168709529129950</id><published>2006-07-01T00:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-01T01:04:55.310+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;I want to go home. But nobody's home. There's where I lie. Broken inside. With no place to go. To dry my eyes. Broken inside...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Today. Life. Depressed. Wreakage. &lt;/em&gt;Whenever I reflect about my life, I feel so hollow. If not for the illusions I create inside my head probably it'll long ago be I have suicided. Sigh. Seems like life for me is for studies only. When other people's seem way better occupied. Perhaps I'm asking too much? Maybe this is the most god wants to give me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So tired. Literally. P.E. ran three rounds around the school. Then during malay there was a fire drill. Got cooked. We all did. Think the effect could be the same should we have stayed in a fire then go to the parade square. Then I skipped ODAC. Hahak. &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Blue Monkey&lt;/span&gt; go away ah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12670225-115168709529129950?l=marche-dan-les-passe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marche-dan-les-passe.blogspot.com/feeds/115168709529129950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12670225&amp;postID=115168709529129950' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12670225/posts/default/115168709529129950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12670225/posts/default/115168709529129950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marche-dan-les-passe.blogspot.com/2006/07/i-want-to-go-home.html' title=''/><author><name>F.i.L.h.A.d.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://www.alicia-logic.com/capsimages/nx_008JackDiscovers.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12670225.post-115140123015787403</id><published>2006-06-27T17:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-27T17:40:30.170+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Weird skul...</title><content type='html'>Heyy. School reopened. Its like entering a new year. No epebble, new timetable, new teachers. Our new form teacher is Ms Lee, another drama. Like 2/6 has not enough of that. New maths teacher who spends 60 mins on a single question. Waste of my life. I haven't even complete the June holidays homework. Hahak. What with history. One word - &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;dead&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quite tiring but awakening lah. Cant adjust back to sleeping early. *rolls red eyes* Hahak. And my phone... my new phone keeps blacking out!!! Grarr! Wen playing files the suddenly it'll black out and go to the standby mode. Then sometimes it'll say sim card rejected. If not when it seems ok, nothing happening, phone switched on, when others call - "The Singtel Mobile customer you have called is currently unavailable. Please, try again later." Retard seh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12670225-115140123015787403?l=marche-dan-les-passe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marche-dan-les-passe.blogspot.com/feeds/115140123015787403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12670225&amp;postID=115140123015787403' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12670225/posts/default/115140123015787403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12670225/posts/default/115140123015787403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marche-dan-les-passe.blogspot.com/2006/06/weird-skul.html' title='Weird skul...'/><author><name>F.i.L.h.A.d.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://www.alicia-logic.com/capsimages/nx_008JackDiscovers.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12670225.post-115070222871022861</id><published>2006-06-19T15:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-19T15:30:28.746+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Woots! i now haf a new phone. Lalala. Nokia 6280. Black color, my fav color! So nicee... Hahak. nt surprising actualie. bt was supposedly to get it on the 9th of july. bt managed to persuade my mum to buy it last sat. hahak. i lurve u mummie. oh speaking of which.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Happie Father's Day Ayah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorie din get euu ani prezzie. wanted to buy euu dis pixar's cars stool. bt knew u wld complain of d price tag. so din buy it. hahak. aniwae sun went to johore. wif ammar! dat baby is damn heavy. wanted to go ard evrywer so i had to jaga him coz his mum and my mum sibok shopping. bt managed to get 2 t-shirts.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12670225-115070222871022861?l=marche-dan-les-passe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marche-dan-les-passe.blogspot.com/feeds/115070222871022861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12670225&amp;postID=115070222871022861' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12670225/posts/default/115070222871022861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12670225/posts/default/115070222871022861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marche-dan-les-passe.blogspot.com/2006/06/woots-i-now-haf-new-phone.html' title=''/><author><name>F.i.L.h.A.d.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://www.alicia-logic.com/capsimages/nx_008JackDiscovers.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12670225.post-115046683052815814</id><published>2006-06-16T21:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-05T17:16:05.606+08:00</updated><title type='text'>boringg...</title><content type='html'>heyy. class bbq was quite fun. bt nt dat fun coz i didn't get to swim coz i forgot to bring extra full set of clothing. how silly. bt overall was nicee. i loved the sotong n the otak2. eddie was pro at cooking the satay seh. Hahak.                                                                                                                                                                     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/365/722/1600/Image009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 295px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 201px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="201" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/365/722/320/Image009.jpg" width="320" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Wed ammar came to moi hse. getting very noti seh dat baby. bt he'll owaes be my pillow. :) den thurs we came to his hse. to set up the computer for which we intelligently and decisively took home. i had to carry it of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Todae quite a boring day. As usual go solat jumaat den go home alone coz ayah keje ptg. Den watch tv, eat choc. Dunno y i cant control my chocolate intake these daes. Den play wif com. the homwk are bugging me at the back of my mind. they do not seem to lessen with evry completion of a homewk seh. 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