<?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-6600916019240056948</id><updated>2012-02-16T14:17:34.976+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I My Me Mine</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twentyninecentury.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6600916019240056948/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twentyninecentury.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6600916019240056948/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Menda Taemin Hamasakey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03422494939785951841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kuvLUuW2qbg/TGPo-wXXMbI/AAAAAAAACbU/XWz2XRXlVkk/S220/DSC08687-1.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>135</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6600916019240056948.post-8521285623402131998</id><published>2011-07-09T20:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-09T20:01:44.219+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I just don't get it why.</title><content type='html'>We have a far distance between each other now.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Perhaps it's my fault all along, for not being caring enough as a friend.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6600916019240056948-8521285623402131998?l=twentyninecentury.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twentyninecentury.blogspot.com/feeds/8521285623402131998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6600916019240056948&amp;postID=8521285623402131998' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6600916019240056948/posts/default/8521285623402131998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6600916019240056948/posts/default/8521285623402131998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twentyninecentury.blogspot.com/2011/07/i-just-dont-get-it-why.html' title='I just don&apos;t get it why.'/><author><name>Menda Taemin Hamasakey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03422494939785951841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kuvLUuW2qbg/TGPo-wXXMbI/AAAAAAAACbU/XWz2XRXlVkk/S220/DSC08687-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6600916019240056948.post-1947643150818209587</id><published>2011-06-22T16:52:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-22T16:57:14.695+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SHINee Japan Debut.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lqjVD9sQV3o/TgGti-LcpyI/AAAAAAAACe0/wduXKPc4QEc/s1600/tumblr_ln5sbv8LH01qjcrnto1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620964626253260578" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lqjVD9sQV3o/TgGti-LcpyI/AAAAAAAACe0/wduXKPc4QEc/s400/tumblr_ln5sbv8LH01qjcrnto1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Congrats on your Japan debut SHINee oppas! :D&lt;br /&gt;君は僕のeverything~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6600916019240056948-1947643150818209587?l=twentyninecentury.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twentyninecentury.blogspot.com/feeds/1947643150818209587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6600916019240056948&amp;postID=1947643150818209587' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6600916019240056948/posts/default/1947643150818209587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6600916019240056948/posts/default/1947643150818209587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twentyninecentury.blogspot.com/2011/06/shinee-japan-debut.html' title='SHINee Japan Debut.'/><author><name>Menda Taemin Hamasakey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03422494939785951841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kuvLUuW2qbg/TGPo-wXXMbI/AAAAAAAACbU/XWz2XRXlVkk/S220/DSC08687-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lqjVD9sQV3o/TgGti-LcpyI/AAAAAAAACe0/wduXKPc4QEc/s72-c/tumblr_ln5sbv8LH01qjcrnto1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6600916019240056948.post-4302965110678789508</id><published>2011-06-22T16:50:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-22T16:52:26.529+08:00</updated><title type='text'>June Conclusion.</title><content type='html'>So, as mentioned in the previous post of mine, I wanted to do 5 things for this June holidays.&lt;br /&gt;1) Gong Cha with Jiamin.&lt;br /&gt;2) Album hunt with Aiman.&lt;br /&gt;3) Captain's treat with Sadiq and Mifdhal. (I'm treating ;_;)&lt;br /&gt;4) Orchard with Hazimah.&lt;br /&gt;5) Nom nom gathering with Jin Wei and Hidayah.&lt;br /&gt;And I'm proud to say that, I've completed none. /sobbing/ ;_;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow I'll be on hiatus for even a longer period of time than before.&lt;br /&gt;Like what Miss Shikin said, "Prelims is just 7 weeks away."&lt;br /&gt;Which means I have to buck up and study now if I want my 5 distinctions wish to be realistic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a study queen yo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6600916019240056948-4302965110678789508?l=twentyninecentury.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twentyninecentury.blogspot.com/feeds/4302965110678789508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6600916019240056948&amp;postID=4302965110678789508' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6600916019240056948/posts/default/4302965110678789508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6600916019240056948/posts/default/4302965110678789508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twentyninecentury.blogspot.com/2011/06/june-conclusion.html' title='June Conclusion.'/><author><name>Menda Taemin Hamasakey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03422494939785951841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kuvLUuW2qbg/TGPo-wXXMbI/AAAAAAAACbU/XWz2XRXlVkk/S220/DSC08687-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6600916019240056948.post-1746103720792824757</id><published>2011-06-01T15:41:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-01T16:05:18.312+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Holidays.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Q1rIgAVfd94/TeXunogEJSI/AAAAAAAACeg/sjjAhqVrIes/s1600/254199_1564021038846_1784995748_948851_187580_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613154875241407778" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Q1rIgAVfd94/TeXunogEJSI/AAAAAAAACeg/sjjAhqVrIes/s400/254199_1564021038846_1784995748_948851_187580_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday @ Triple One Somerset.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah I'm pretty broke. Yet, there are several things I want/need to do during June Holidays.&lt;br /&gt;1) Gong Cha with Jiamin.&lt;br /&gt;2) Album hunt with Aiman.&lt;br /&gt;3) Captain's treat with Sadiq and Mifdhal. (I'm treating ;_;)&lt;br /&gt;4) Orchard with Hazimah.&lt;br /&gt;5) Nom nom gathering with Jin Wei and Hidayah.&lt;br /&gt;I need a finance manager. Lol. All these events can cost me a bomb. Especially the album hunt event with Aiman. Because I know that the both of us would be unable to control our hands and keep grabbing albums and buying it! D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I got back my report book.&lt;br /&gt;Uh yeah. I didn't do well. Even though Mrs Ng said that I've improved so much from Sec 3, I feel that I could still do better. Haha yes my chemistry. -.- I'm losing hope already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lastly, I can't wait for SHINee's Japan comeback! ^_^&lt;br /&gt;I love baby Taemin's red hair. Kekeke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kzE8I1rGBLw/TeXxfcXh81I/AAAAAAAACeo/EyibwMcPbYc/s1600/tumblr_llzq2wDoRq1qdszxjo1_500.png"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613158033080316754" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kzE8I1rGBLw/TeXxfcXh81I/AAAAAAAACeo/EyibwMcPbYc/s400/tumblr_llzq2wDoRq1qdszxjo1_500.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6600916019240056948-1746103720792824757?l=twentyninecentury.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twentyninecentury.blogspot.com/feeds/1746103720792824757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6600916019240056948&amp;postID=1746103720792824757' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6600916019240056948/posts/default/1746103720792824757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6600916019240056948/posts/default/1746103720792824757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twentyninecentury.blogspot.com/2011/06/holidays.html' title='Holidays.'/><author><name>Menda Taemin Hamasakey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03422494939785951841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kuvLUuW2qbg/TGPo-wXXMbI/AAAAAAAACbU/XWz2XRXlVkk/S220/DSC08687-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Q1rIgAVfd94/TeXunogEJSI/AAAAAAAACeg/sjjAhqVrIes/s72-c/254199_1564021038846_1784995748_948851_187580_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6600916019240056948.post-7095338301873300990</id><published>2011-05-22T12:51:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-01T16:03:11.751+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally back.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eeJQpIoBP18/TdiWgK85K8I/AAAAAAAACeY/ffh94PAQFvk/s1600/thereds.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5609398815329692610" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eeJQpIoBP18/TdiWgK85K8I/AAAAAAAACeY/ffh94PAQFvk/s400/thereds.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Almost 2 months away from blogging. Last update was during my sweet sixteen. Great job, Menda.&lt;br /&gt;Ah yes, my MYE sucked. -.- I shouldn't have been so stubborn and not study for various subjects. If not I could at lease get 2 to 3 more As. ._.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Throughout this 1 and a half months. So many things happened. I finally step down from drama, council and venus house. Dropped my heavy burden down. I'm a happy kid now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6600916019240056948-7095338301873300990?l=twentyninecentury.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twentyninecentury.blogspot.com/feeds/7095338301873300990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6600916019240056948&amp;postID=7095338301873300990' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6600916019240056948/posts/default/7095338301873300990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6600916019240056948/posts/default/7095338301873300990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twentyninecentury.blogspot.com/2011/05/finally-back.html' title='Finally back.'/><author><name>Menda Taemin Hamasakey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03422494939785951841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kuvLUuW2qbg/TGPo-wXXMbI/AAAAAAAACbU/XWz2XRXlVkk/S220/DSC08687-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eeJQpIoBP18/TdiWgK85K8I/AAAAAAAACeY/ffh94PAQFvk/s72-c/thereds.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6600916019240056948.post-6810017433196189346</id><published>2011-03-29T21:06:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-29T21:13:07.411+08:00</updated><title type='text'>NC16 MOVIES HERE MENDA COMES.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-e42Fv8h7_dg/TZHZVujG1GI/AAAAAAAACeI/e2Kqt1qXxF8/s1600/198138_1694531678453_1092651336_31535479_1622440_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5589487579839255650" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-e42Fv8h7_dg/TZHZVujG1GI/AAAAAAAACeI/e2Kqt1qXxF8/s400/198138_1694531678453_1092651336_31535479_1622440_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt; I just celebrated my sweetest birthday today. My 16th one.  &lt;br /&gt;OH YES NC16 MOVIES HERE I COME.  &lt;br /&gt;Thank you everyone who wished me happy birthday, sang me birthday song and gave me presents. Life's sooooooooooooooooooo sweet to have all of you.  &lt;br /&gt;Love the Taemin mug that the two cutiegirls97 gave me. 8) Love the BEARBEAR that Jiamin gave me. Love that letter that Serene wrote for me. Not forgetting all the singing and bashes, I had a great day.  &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;(Although I was quite mad at someone today for all the sabotage.) :/  &lt;br /&gt;(And am pretty disappointed about 'that thing'.) :'(  &lt;br /&gt;I hope some miracle will happen tomorrow.  &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Birthday wish? Be happy. :)  &lt;br /&gt;Till then, shall pray every night and continue to wait.  &lt;br /&gt;I'll learn to be satisfied with all the small little things.  &lt;br /&gt;Wait for me, I'm running towards my dreams.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6600916019240056948-6810017433196189346?l=twentyninecentury.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twentyninecentury.blogspot.com/feeds/6810017433196189346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6600916019240056948&amp;postID=6810017433196189346' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6600916019240056948/posts/default/6810017433196189346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6600916019240056948/posts/default/6810017433196189346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twentyninecentury.blogspot.com/2011/03/nc16-movies-here-menda-comes.html' title='NC16 MOVIES HERE MENDA COMES.'/><author><name>Menda Taemin Hamasakey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03422494939785951841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kuvLUuW2qbg/TGPo-wXXMbI/AAAAAAAACbU/XWz2XRXlVkk/S220/DSC08687-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-e42Fv8h7_dg/TZHZVujG1GI/AAAAAAAACeI/e2Kqt1qXxF8/s72-c/198138_1694531678453_1092651336_31535479_1622440_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6600916019240056948.post-7535567524227857049</id><published>2011-03-24T20:37:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-24T21:42:11.354+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cross Country.</title><content type='html'>So basically I won top 50.&lt;br /&gt;I'M NOT KIDDING OKAY. I GOT THE 33RD POSITION FOR B GIRLS OMG I SO PRO.&lt;br /&gt;K back to topic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it's like.&lt;br /&gt;I went to search for my two captains, Sadiq and Mifdhal. Cause we thought that we were needed to lead the warm up. But we were so so so so so so wrong. Sorry captains I wasted your time. Good thing that Arief came and cheer us up and wished us. Thats why the 3 venus captain can get into top 50. POWER AH VENUS.&lt;br /&gt;Before the race, we joked that Siying must get first. IN THE END SHE GET FIRST OMG. So next time must joke and say that I'll get first ah okay? :D&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to run with Jiamin. Fail. She was too fast. SHE GET THIRD OMG. Wanted to run with Gina. Fail. She was too fast. SHE GET EIGHTEEN OMG.&lt;br /&gt;So I ran alone.&lt;br /&gt;When I was running alone, I saw so many people cheering for me. Thanks &lt;3 Esp at the point where I met Syafiqah and the twins. They were like "WAH MENDA TOP 50". And I was like, top 50?! And continue running. And yes, I came in 33rd. ^^&lt;br /&gt;As usual, Sadiq got first. Mifdhal got 25th and I got 33rd. If only Arief did not have duty and got into top 50 I'll be over the moon cause this shows how powerful venus captains are. I felt that I did the right thing to write them messages cause I feel that the 4 of us are even closer than before. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Venus won overall champions for C girls and B girls. :D But we lost to Neptune by 3 points to get overall champions. :( But congrats Neptune! All of us did a good job so we are all winners. When I got to know the overall winner, Arief and I exchanged the "I can't believe it" face. But I got over it. ^^ Venus, thank you so much, I'm proud of you people!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, talking about notes.&lt;br /&gt;So yes, I gave my captains and committee members a note. Sadiq praised that my handwriting was nice. Yay! I felt that I'm the sweetest captain alive. LOL. Act nice. ^^&lt;br /&gt;Venus, let's shine during sports day!&lt;br /&gt;I think there's a need for me to train my 800m and 4 x 400m already. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few days ago, Ahmad told me that he could remember my birthday. YAY THANKS WORLD'S BEST PARTNER! Remember my present can? :D Cause I've already got yours. Please. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12 days left to SYF. Lets go drama, we can do this! &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6600916019240056948-7535567524227857049?l=twentyninecentury.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twentyninecentury.blogspot.com/feeds/7535567524227857049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6600916019240056948&amp;postID=7535567524227857049' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6600916019240056948/posts/default/7535567524227857049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6600916019240056948/posts/default/7535567524227857049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twentyninecentury.blogspot.com/2011/03/cross-country.html' title='Cross Country.'/><author><name>Menda Taemin Hamasakey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03422494939785951841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kuvLUuW2qbg/TGPo-wXXMbI/AAAAAAAACbU/XWz2XRXlVkk/S220/DSC08687-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6600916019240056948.post-2440475636420868545</id><published>2011-03-13T19:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-13T19:54:58.377+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sixteen.</title><content type='html'>Sixteen days to sixteen. Righttt.&lt;br /&gt;Time, wae you go so fast?!&lt;br /&gt;You make me feel so old. :(&lt;br /&gt;K nevermind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SYF on 5 April. No idea why but I'm losing faith with my challenging role. No one seems to be happy about my acting. Am I really pulling the whole group down. If drama only gets a COP, I would feel so fugging guilty cause the others are putting in so much effort. Joanne and Rafiqah specially came back to help us even. Why can't I do things right? :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;House Practise.&lt;br /&gt;Really need to thank Sadiq, Mifdhal and Arief for their continuous support. They are always there when I need them, thanks. :') If it wasn't for the 3 of you, guess I would have died seeing her face, looking for the top 10 runners for cross country and players for interhouse games. Not forgetting to thank Sarmira too. She really helped me so much! &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;At the same time, lost hope in class 1/2. Or is it just me? :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6600916019240056948-2440475636420868545?l=twentyninecentury.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twentyninecentury.blogspot.com/feeds/2440475636420868545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6600916019240056948&amp;postID=2440475636420868545' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6600916019240056948/posts/default/2440475636420868545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6600916019240056948/posts/default/2440475636420868545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twentyninecentury.blogspot.com/2011/03/sixteen.html' title='Sixteen.'/><author><name>Menda Taemin Hamasakey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03422494939785951841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kuvLUuW2qbg/TGPo-wXXMbI/AAAAAAAACbU/XWz2XRXlVkk/S220/DSC08687-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6600916019240056948.post-8915438671436564029</id><published>2011-02-05T13:30:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-05T13:39:10.273+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chinese New Year 2011.</title><content type='html'>I feel much more closer with my family. :) &lt;div&gt;Had a lot of fun at my cousin's house while hacking his Facebook account and getting likes from the status "I'm hot and sexy."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6 cousins likes + 3 of his friends = Awesomeness.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Angpao money? I had a total of $228.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Every year, I'll get $50 from it and go and get what I want.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The first thing I'm going to get is this:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kuvLUuW2qbg/TUzh5NEtfII/AAAAAAAACd4/zRT1yHIAxcI/s1600/65013_10150140467259988_74225819987_8102755_2455118_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 399px; HEIGHT: 340px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570075212028673154" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kuvLUuW2qbg/TUzh5NEtfII/AAAAAAAACd4/zRT1yHIAxcI/s400/65013_10150140467259988_74225819987_8102755_2455118_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've no idea what to do with that extra money &lt;em&gt;yet&lt;/em&gt;. Maybe saving for SHINee World SG if they are really coming. ^^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Took another $8 to make the amount look nicer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mum took $100 for the rebonding of my hair which was a year ago. =_=&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;With that, I'm only left with $70. So, I took that amount and exchanged for $400 for my O level papers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Settled.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now I should &lt;s&gt;continue to go on tumblr, play plants vs zombies and mahjong&lt;/s&gt; study for geography, biology and maths test.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Till then.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6600916019240056948-8915438671436564029?l=twentyninecentury.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twentyninecentury.blogspot.com/feeds/8915438671436564029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6600916019240056948&amp;postID=8915438671436564029' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6600916019240056948/posts/default/8915438671436564029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6600916019240056948/posts/default/8915438671436564029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twentyninecentury.blogspot.com/2011/02/chinese-new-year-2011.html' title='Chinese New Year 2011.'/><author><name>Menda Taemin Hamasakey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03422494939785951841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kuvLUuW2qbg/TGPo-wXXMbI/AAAAAAAACbU/XWz2XRXlVkk/S220/DSC08687-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kuvLUuW2qbg/TUzh5NEtfII/AAAAAAAACd4/zRT1yHIAxcI/s72-c/65013_10150140467259988_74225819987_8102755_2455118_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6600916019240056948.post-5417983169623521037</id><published>2011-02-02T12:56:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-02T13:13:56.467+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello.</title><content type='html'>Dead blog x_x&lt;br /&gt;One month since I last updated you. Time to clear some dust off this webpage. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2011 is not a good year. Not good. :( My January sucked. So let's not talk about it.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I feel that 4/5 is much better. Too bad Wei Teng and Sadiq left the class. D:&lt;br /&gt;No more bamboo and fastest road runner in our class.&lt;br /&gt;The reason I feel that 4/5 is much better its maybe because I said my troubles to the wrong person.&lt;br /&gt;End up that person went to betray me and started a fight due to my past. Oh well, let it be. I don't really want to care what that person will do next.&lt;br /&gt;So basically my January sucked. Don't wanna think about it anymore.&lt;br /&gt;Just hope that my tears were not wasted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I might just want to add on that my O level papers will cost me $370. Wtfishzxc.&lt;br /&gt;So I have to work extremely hard so that the money won't be wasted.&lt;br /&gt;I wanna go to my desire course in poly.&lt;br /&gt;Perfumary and Cosmetics Science in SP for now, until something else interests me.&lt;br /&gt;Somehow Optometry intrest me too. But I suck at my human eye chapter.&lt;br /&gt;Biomedical Science sounds interesting. Their COP is like 8 points?!&lt;br /&gt;PCS COP is 13. Hmm, sounds okay for me. But they only intake 40 students every year. Wth. D:&lt;br /&gt;Optometry is like 12. Appiled Drama and Psychology is 12 too. Wow there's so many choices out there~&lt;br /&gt;So, targets?&lt;br /&gt;English B3 or better&lt;br /&gt;Maths B3 or better&lt;br /&gt;Chinese A1 AND A1 AND A1 AND FOREVER A1.&lt;br /&gt;Chemistry B4 or better&lt;br /&gt;Biology A2 or better&lt;br /&gt;SS/GY B4 or better&lt;br /&gt;Literature C5 or better&lt;br /&gt;Desired L1R4: 8 (with CCA points)&lt;br /&gt;Desired L1R5: 13 (In case I have sudden interest with JC)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Annyeong.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6600916019240056948-5417983169623521037?l=twentyninecentury.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twentyninecentury.blogspot.com/feeds/5417983169623521037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6600916019240056948&amp;postID=5417983169623521037' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6600916019240056948/posts/default/5417983169623521037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6600916019240056948/posts/default/5417983169623521037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twentyninecentury.blogspot.com/2011/02/hello.html' title='Hello.'/><author><name>Menda Taemin Hamasakey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03422494939785951841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kuvLUuW2qbg/TGPo-wXXMbI/AAAAAAAACbU/XWz2XRXlVkk/S220/DSC08687-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6600916019240056948.post-4725176435667286661</id><published>2010-12-23T18:14:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-23T20:59:35.870+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My December.</title><content type='html'>Uhm, yeah.&lt;br /&gt;Just kind of realised that I've not been updating for the past month.&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, kind of busy this holidays. Cherished this december well since O levels are coming up, soon.&lt;br /&gt;Let's see. Can I start with the end of year camp?&lt;br /&gt;Can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;STUDENT LEADER BOARD CAMP 2010.&lt;br /&gt;Day 1.&lt;br /&gt;1) Went to school to meet diamonds (commitee).&lt;br /&gt;2) Started the camp at 9am since the attendance was poor and we decided to wait for a moment. (And that moment lasted for an hour).&lt;br /&gt;3) Supposedly to be only with my emeralds, end up merged with ruby. Having Leon, Jiayun, Clement and myself as the instructors for our team. Had Syahiran, Shi Yun, Fatiah, Insyirah and Sherene in my bombastic team.&lt;br /&gt;4) Ice breakers were awesome. Did all sorts of fun games that eventually bonded all the campers together.&lt;br /&gt;5) Start to got sick for no reason. Kept sneezing.&lt;br /&gt;6) We were requested to count the bottles for Saving Gaia, that 99% dead event. Even forget that the bottles exist. Did a very good job about everything. (Y)&lt;br /&gt;7) Went ISH for Chair Relay. Was forced not to participate due to sickness. :(&lt;br /&gt;8) Became a lil wild and went to do funny faces to the campers and irritate them while the are doing the relay, hoping that they would concentrate and not fall. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;9) Skiped the ABCD game and went to ITR2 to prepare for lecture.&lt;br /&gt;10) Danced and sang kpop madly in the room, until the other campers came.&lt;br /&gt;11) And the campers came.&lt;br /&gt;12) Did a short lecture before proceeding to activities.&lt;br /&gt;13) Funny moments: Sadiq's floor sweeping due to his anger for the irritating paper balls on floor &amp;amp; the junior's cute look when dumbfolded.&lt;br /&gt;14) Prepared for campfire.&lt;br /&gt;15) Nightwalk! Was forced not to join again. :( So, had to bring OC team around for their night walk.&lt;br /&gt;16) Sang along the way, and head to first station, 4NA3.&lt;br /&gt;17) Jiayun and Leon were ghost while Sadiq was the human. Sadiq was more scary then the ghost cause he scared me twice. TWICE.&lt;br /&gt;18) Went to outside bliss cafe.&lt;br /&gt;19) Everyone got molested by Ray the ghost. Witness: Aishah.&lt;br /&gt;20) Went down to canteen. Saw Dhacha the human. Found the clue, under the telephone in the canteen.&lt;br /&gt;21) Went to hall. The ghost gathering. Need to find 2 bonus point card.&lt;br /&gt;22) Sadiq scared me for the third time.&lt;br /&gt;23) Sang kpop with my team.&lt;br /&gt;24) Went to AVA. Saw team SA.&lt;br /&gt;25) STARTED TO COMPLAIN ABOUT RAY HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;26) Debrief, had my favourite Marie Biscuit as supper.&lt;br /&gt;27) Went to bath.&lt;br /&gt;28) Prepared for 2nd day circuit challenge.&lt;br /&gt;29) Went back to 2/8 to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;30) Fliped around, cannot sleep.&lt;br /&gt;31) Decided to walk around.&lt;br /&gt;32) Took pictures.&lt;br /&gt;33) Watched the clock, thinking, "uh-oh, its already 5am".&lt;br /&gt;34) Woke Aishah up to wash-up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 2.&lt;br /&gt;1) Finished with wash-up, report to canteen.&lt;br /&gt;2) Trained Sadiq for morning PT, while a cockroach climb up his legs. -_-!&lt;br /&gt;3) Went for PT. Syaqila don't let me run! D:&lt;br /&gt;4) Sat with Nicholas the Boonlayguy to talk. :)&lt;br /&gt;5) Circuit challenge. Had fun, yet it was pretty tiring. :(&lt;br /&gt;6) Had another lecture hosted by me. Teehee.&lt;br /&gt;7) Did the "longest line" game &amp;amp; "2 truths and 1 lie".&lt;br /&gt;8) Lost, imitated Miss Lim cause I didn't dare to dance "Hoot" in front of everyone.&lt;br /&gt;9) WATER ACTIVITY FREAKING CANCELLED DUE TO THE RAIN WTF LOL.&lt;br /&gt;10) Captains ball.&lt;br /&gt;11) Er, did I mention &lt;em&gt;violent&lt;/em&gt; captains ball? Hmm.&lt;br /&gt;12) Went to prepare for campfire in the canteen.&lt;br /&gt;13) CAMPFIRE IS BURING UP!&lt;br /&gt;14) Dance battle! :D Did Abracadabra ad Lucifer.&lt;br /&gt;15) Performed hilarious skit.&lt;br /&gt;16) Mentos game ftw. Thank you Menda for being creative. Best game eva.&lt;br /&gt;17) Watched cousin's movie - Kung Fu Panda&lt;br /&gt;18) Debrief.&lt;br /&gt;19) Bath.&lt;br /&gt;20) Back to movie.&lt;br /&gt;21) Go back to 2/8.&lt;br /&gt;22) CANNOT SLEEP AGAIN. WHAT IS THIS?! D:&lt;br /&gt;23) Walk around uh, slack, slack.&lt;br /&gt;24) Decided to walk in a scary manner at the corridoor.&lt;br /&gt;25) Gave up cause it was too cold.&lt;br /&gt;26) Jump around.&lt;br /&gt;27) Realised that it was 4am.&lt;br /&gt;28) Pretend to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;29) Climb up at 5am.&lt;br /&gt;30) Woke the others up for wash up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 3.&lt;br /&gt;1) Finish my wash up&lt;br /&gt;2) Did PT again.&lt;br /&gt;3) WAH I FINALLY GET TO RUN WOOHOO.&lt;br /&gt;4) Clean up in the canteen&lt;br /&gt;5) Proceed to humands room for final debrief.&lt;br /&gt;6) Got to know a good news. :D&lt;br /&gt;7) Went home and sleep. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I'm finally done with camp.&lt;br /&gt;Next, class chalet.&lt;br /&gt;1) Wanted to stay over for day 1 and day 2.&lt;br /&gt;2) End up having eczema, can't go.&lt;br /&gt;3) Decided to gather people on the 2nd day.&lt;br /&gt;4) Met Jiamin and Sadiq at Boon Lay while entertaining Hazri who's at Jurong East.&lt;br /&gt;5) Had fun on the train.&lt;br /&gt;6) Decided to look for Hazri cause he couldn't find us.&lt;br /&gt;7) Decided to go bowling.&lt;br /&gt;8) Reached Pasir Ris, had a light lunch at BK.&lt;br /&gt;9) Saw a poster who the person look like Onew. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;10) Got frustrated by someone and started to joke about it.&lt;br /&gt;11) Divided North Korea (Jiamin and Sadiq) and South Korea (Hazri and Menda). (If you know what I mean. :P)&lt;br /&gt;12) Went to find the others.&lt;br /&gt;13) Went for bowling, shared lane with Hazri and Jiamin.&lt;br /&gt;14) Went back to chalet after the fun game of bowling.&lt;br /&gt;15) Picked Hazimah and Sean at bus stop.&lt;br /&gt;16) Collect my bag and went to Brainwaves.&lt;br /&gt;17) Bought dinner first, ate outside Brainwaves.&lt;br /&gt;18) Entertained Jinwei and Miss Zareena.&lt;br /&gt;19) Daddy fetch me and home, bath, sleep!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, today's Sec 1 Registration!&lt;br /&gt;1) Received message from Mr Yang when doing project with Shafina and Hazimah.&lt;br /&gt;2) Kind of being sabotaged to be OIC.&lt;br /&gt;3) Planned duty list and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;4) Met the others on 22nd, explain and prepared for today.&lt;br /&gt;5) One day passed by.&lt;br /&gt;6) Reached school around 6:50am.&lt;br /&gt;7) Started preparing.&lt;br /&gt;8) The event just started unknowingly. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;9) Was told to walk around and be f-l-e-x-i-b-l-e.&lt;br /&gt;10) Saw a girl holding to SHINee bag and started to talk to her. :D&lt;br /&gt;11) Lost 4 pens. :(&lt;br /&gt;12) Had a great time with Fatiah, Shi Yun, Haziqah, Syahiran, Yusuf, Berlin, Afi and Insyirah, playing murderer.&lt;br /&gt;13) Heart-to-heart talk with Fatiah, Shi Yun, Syahiran, Berlin and Afi.&lt;br /&gt;14) Went to BK to eat ice-cream with Fatiah, Shi Yun and Afi.&lt;br /&gt;15) Thank you Fatiah for the treat! :)&lt;br /&gt;16) Bus home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not to forget what I want for christmas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kuvLUuW2qbg/TRNG6TI5c-I/AAAAAAAACdo/l8zcEu5VFhY/s1600/tumblr_lch2qm3AYw1qa981bo1_500.png"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 397px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553860732861903842" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kuvLUuW2qbg/TRNG6TI5c-I/AAAAAAAACdo/l8zcEu5VFhY/s400/tumblr_lch2qm3AYw1qa981bo1_500.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till then, Annyeong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(How long did I took to write this post? Erm, not much. Just freaking 2h and 41 minutes.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6600916019240056948-4725176435667286661?l=twentyninecentury.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twentyninecentury.blogspot.com/feeds/4725176435667286661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6600916019240056948&amp;postID=4725176435667286661' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6600916019240056948/posts/default/4725176435667286661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6600916019240056948/posts/default/4725176435667286661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twentyninecentury.blogspot.com/2010/12/my-december.html' title='My December.'/><author><name>Menda Taemin Hamasakey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03422494939785951841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kuvLUuW2qbg/TGPo-wXXMbI/AAAAAAAACbU/XWz2XRXlVkk/S220/DSC08687-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kuvLUuW2qbg/TRNG6TI5c-I/AAAAAAAACdo/l8zcEu5VFhY/s72-c/tumblr_lch2qm3AYw1qa981bo1_500.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6600916019240056948.post-7692037852815122900</id><published>2010-11-12T09:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-12T09:57:40.622+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Beautifully Boring Day.</title><content type='html'>What a beautifully boring day.&lt;br /&gt;Okay, supposed to stay in school for 3 hours and wait for Chinese to start -.- But decided to go home with 'persuasion' from Sadiq, who never bring anything and sat in class for only 10 minutes. LOL. He wanted to find Mr Tay but realised that he do not have an extension number. I didn't dare to walk out of the school so I went to find him. And then we walk out the school like some thief. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes, let's talk about my SPA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Biology.&lt;br /&gt;Failure: Time management.&lt;br /&gt;Took like 5 minutes to cut 10 potato strip and another 10 minutes to make my mole solution. My deionized water was epic fail. Don't wish to talk about it. :( But at lease I managed to plot my graph, write down my readings and answer the question. And also, I didn't take HALF AN HOUR PLUS to cut potatoes and make my mole solution. :)&lt;br /&gt;(I've completely no idea why that person managed to finish SPA -_-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chemistry.&lt;br /&gt;THANK YOU MR TAY!&lt;br /&gt;He gave us so many hints and my experiment was a freaking success. :) I really prefer Chemistry than Biology this time round. 7% is just important for a Pure Science student as it can mean a grade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(will edit this post.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6600916019240056948-7692037852815122900?l=twentyninecentury.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twentyninecentury.blogspot.com/feeds/7692037852815122900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6600916019240056948&amp;postID=7692037852815122900' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6600916019240056948/posts/default/7692037852815122900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6600916019240056948/posts/default/7692037852815122900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twentyninecentury.blogspot.com/2010/11/beautifully-boring-day.html' title='Beautifully Boring Day.'/><author><name>Menda Taemin Hamasakey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03422494939785951841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kuvLUuW2qbg/TGPo-wXXMbI/AAAAAAAACbU/XWz2XRXlVkk/S220/DSC08687-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6600916019240056948.post-1194566481962159935</id><published>2010-11-08T18:31:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-08T19:13:27.321+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bestf During Free Periods.</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/4jwI-SSf_z0?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;hd=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/4jwI-SSf_z0?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;hd=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Song dedication to my bestfs :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE TODAY TO THE MAX.&lt;br /&gt;I must blog today no matter how tired I am now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My day started well crapping with the usual 3. (Henrick, Sadiq and Kenton). We do all sorts of chatting and can't stop laughing when Henrick imitated Mrs Ng! Super hilarious. We were talking random stuffs like Social Studies, Geography, Mathematics, Shakespeare, Running, Mrs Ng and etc. I would really like to have them during my free periods as we can discuss homeworks together and talk about nonsensical stuffs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was in dilemnia whether I want to go home after English, and I did. So I walked with Sadiq while having Syahiran to scare me. Freaking hilarious. Went home, facebooked, prepare to go to school, reach school, and realised that Chemistry is cancelled without anyone telling me. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I saw Yingsian, Ain and Jameson inside the class, doing Social Studies. Helped them a little and went to banquet to eat (without Jameson). GOSSIPED AND SHARED SECRETS. YAYNESS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Need to go off and do literature and sleep.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6600916019240056948-1194566481962159935?l=twentyninecentury.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twentyninecentury.blogspot.com/feeds/1194566481962159935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6600916019240056948&amp;postID=1194566481962159935' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6600916019240056948/posts/default/1194566481962159935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6600916019240056948/posts/default/1194566481962159935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twentyninecentury.blogspot.com/2010/11/bestf-during-free-periods.html' title='Bestf During Free Periods.'/><author><name>Menda Taemin Hamasakey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03422494939785951841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kuvLUuW2qbg/TGPo-wXXMbI/AAAAAAAACbU/XWz2XRXlVkk/S220/DSC08687-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6600916019240056948.post-6972981708856036844</id><published>2010-11-04T19:03:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-04T22:18:42.118+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Extended Term.</title><content type='html'>Wow. It's really been a long time since I'm here to clear some dust. :O&lt;br /&gt;So well, end of years were freaking satisfying. But I know I can do better since I didn't study for a lot of chapters for Chemistry and Biology. With my score, I'm already in the top 5 or 10 for the class. Oh yayness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, it's already the start of extended term. Kind of like it cause my favourite lessons are always the longest! (L) Furthermore, free periods are like, at lease 1.5 hours. There's a day where my lessons only starts at 11:10am but Mrs Ng kind of force us to reach class by 7:30am. -.- I've no idea what I'm going to do with that 4 hours break. ._. And the only person who's going to be with me all the way for the 4 hours is Sadiq. We will have to freeze inside the library for that 4 hours. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I would like to post on how much I had fun during free periods.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the morning.&lt;br /&gt;Henrick, Sadiq, Kenton and myself went for free period break. Gina then joined in. So Kenton took out his white Xephira (I've no idea whether this is the correct spelling) phone. The funny part is when Sadiq points and the phone and say, "Kenton, China phone ah?". Everyone start to give a very shocked look. Their expression were so funny &amp;amp; cute that I just can't stop laughing. After that we talked about a game in our phone.&lt;br /&gt;Kenton: Eh, what's this game? Quadrapop.&lt;br /&gt;Menda: O.O My phone also have that game.&lt;br /&gt;Sadiq: Mine too.&lt;br /&gt;Menda: O.O? What's your phone model.&lt;br /&gt;Sadiq: Sony Ericsson. (Jalou)&lt;br /&gt;Menda: OH THE SMALL SMALL ONE!&lt;br /&gt;Kenton: How to play ah?&lt;br /&gt;Menda: I also don't know.&lt;br /&gt;Sadiq: That time I play 3 days straight.&lt;br /&gt;Menda: What?! 3 days straight?!&lt;br /&gt;Sadiq: Aiyo, Menda. I mean I got sleep lah.&lt;br /&gt;Menda: LOL.&lt;br /&gt;During the last week for school term, Gina went to Bintan not telling me. (So bad!) So she missed out some Biology lessons and Mr Yang wanted to see her. She pulled me down yesterday outside the staff room just to accompany her with nothing on us. So they went through practical while I was standing behind her. After that, she is supposed to do a graph (remember that we did not have anything with us?). So I went up back and saw Sadiq to lend graph paper. Then I went in to the library to find Kenton and Boss for graph paper. Expected, boss is just a life saviour. So I went down with my pinky bag and find them again. I passed the graph paper and a long ruler.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, we were doing all sorts of stuff while Mr Yang went back into the staff room. Then I decided to bring our bags down outside hall. I started to do Mathematics, failed. Then I start to do on my Geography. When Gina does not know how to answer, Mr Yang get me to answer when I was totally in my world. But I feel so clever cause I can answer all the questions he asked. (Laugh) Half way through, Miss Lim suddenly pop out outside the staff room, laughing madly when O Levels are happening inside the hall. And I tried to hold my laughter. Gina knows what I'm laughing at, so she laughed with me. In the end Mr Yang asked, "Wow Menda, get so excited seeing Miss Lim." I WAS EMBARRASSED. I DON'T KNOW HER. LOL. So we went on and I kept prasing myself. It's all because I let Gina copy my graph, that's why she can get 8/10 for SPA. You owe me one Gina. Haha! Your helium balloon/Doraemon is so proud of herself!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, today's free period.&lt;br /&gt;It was in the morning and all my girls were not around. :( So I join Henrick &amp;amp; Sadiq while Kenton went home &amp;amp; Jurong Point. So the 3 of us did Geography. It's fun to have the both of them to study together since our subject combination are very similar. Although the both of them are quiet, I realised that I've influenced them to be noisy. Especially Sadiq, since last year. Gosh, Livia was right during our Vietnam trip. Sorry boss and ex-class partner! But I really had a great day with them today. I think I'll miss the 2 of them a lot during the holidays. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sayonara!&lt;br /&gt;Will only be posting after my O Level SPA. Bye bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(AND I TOOK 3 HOURS TO WRITE THIS POST. WTH)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6600916019240056948-6972981708856036844?l=twentyninecentury.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twentyninecentury.blogspot.com/feeds/6972981708856036844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6600916019240056948&amp;postID=6972981708856036844' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6600916019240056948/posts/default/6972981708856036844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6600916019240056948/posts/default/6972981708856036844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twentyninecentury.blogspot.com/2010/11/extended-term.html' title='Extended Term.'/><author><name>Menda Taemin Hamasakey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03422494939785951841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kuvLUuW2qbg/TGPo-wXXMbI/AAAAAAAACbU/XWz2XRXlVkk/S220/DSC08687-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6600916019240056948.post-7632424748126838535</id><published>2010-10-18T17:28:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-18T18:51:46.469+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Exams are over.</title><content type='html'>Yes, believe me. Exams are over. :)&lt;br /&gt;But the strong death sentence would be out on Wednesday. Apparently the subjects that I might/would be going to take back are Chemistry, Mathematics, SS/GY, English and Biology. Kind of excited with my double science though, since I spent the most time revising on it. Oh well. Let's just wait for the results to be out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay let's start to elaborate my day.&lt;br /&gt;Monday. Not much excos came to school today except me and Khalisah. The other Sec 3 councillors were either waiting for hell time Physics paper to start or most of them were still in their fairyland.&lt;br /&gt;Was being sabotaged by Jiayun to do pledge and announcement. :(&lt;br /&gt;No one from 3NA went to school, and the only 3E(s) that were in school are the Pure Biology students with Sean, Fadil and Kenny. (I've got no idea why there were there). It was kind of hilarious when we were rehearsing. Mr Yang heard me saying "Shut up" to Jiayun when she keep irritating me when we were on the stage. Embarrassing much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went up to class. Drag the hell out of me. As I was sitting right at the back, at the corner where I could directly see the General Office. (Since teachers come up to our classes with the papers from the General Office). You've no idea how much I really did not want Mrs Ng as our invigilator. It's always due to her appearance that make me forget all my facts. Example? During Social Studies paper. Okay I don't want to go further into that. Let's continue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end, Mrs Ng came to my class, dang. -.- She start to nag about the OTAS sheet again, as if we're unsure how it is marked. (WHOA IT'S A MACHINE? SO FASCINATING!) ._. If you could read between the sentence, yes I was being sarcastic. Who would really care if I become real sarcastic here. Hahs. It was also funny when Isa sneezed directly in front of Mrs Ng. Joke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the paper was issued down and it seems to be rather (too) easy.&lt;br /&gt;I would hereby explain why.&lt;br /&gt;So, we started the paper at 8am. I was writing and shading the answers at the same time. By 8:20am, I was done with everything. So, I looked to the left, where Aldin was sitting, he was still at around question 10+ I think. Then when I looked in front of Aldin, where Chunwei was seated at, he was still busy answering those questions. Yiutung, Henrick and Mifdhal looked busy too. I thought that I might be the one with problems so I went to check my paper for the first time. I thought, "Wait, I'm completed with the paper. Let's do a check."&lt;br /&gt;I went on to my 2nd checking.&lt;br /&gt;I changed some of my answers here-and-there. Those guys were still not done with their work.&lt;br /&gt;Fine, 3rd try.&lt;br /&gt;Chunwei and Yiutung finally slept. I've waiting for so long for this to happen. But it was already 8:45am. -.-&lt;br /&gt;I regret not studying for Excretion. I bet Mr Yang's going to kill me since I've compared my answers with some people and realised that I've made a big mistake about the Nephron. Crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ended up going out with Jiamin to Central (to get Sticky) and Bugis. Tried Koi, it was great. I would strongly recommend Ice Cream Tea at these kind of stupid weather here. You'll never know what to expect from the weather.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Great, I'm thinking of saving a huge ton of money for several things. It's due to a great influence after shopping in iluma today. Shall keep it as a secret for now. Oh well, who does not have secrets? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till then, I'm off to eat tons of junk food and sleep. Dieting? Next time.&lt;br /&gt;I'm in need to satisfy my hunger and panda eyes first.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6600916019240056948-7632424748126838535?l=twentyninecentury.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twentyninecentury.blogspot.com/feeds/7632424748126838535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6600916019240056948&amp;postID=7632424748126838535' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6600916019240056948/posts/default/7632424748126838535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6600916019240056948/posts/default/7632424748126838535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twentyninecentury.blogspot.com/2010/10/exams-are-over.html' title='Exams are over.'/><author><name>Menda Taemin Hamasakey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03422494939785951841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kuvLUuW2qbg/TGPo-wXXMbI/AAAAAAAACbU/XWz2XRXlVkk/S220/DSC08687-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6600916019240056948.post-8255225494481984902</id><published>2010-10-15T16:29:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-15T17:30:42.300+08:00</updated><title type='text'>End Of Years.</title><content type='html'>Today is the 15 of October 2010, and my day sucked big time.&lt;br /&gt;I feel so bad for not studying hard enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Range: Seriously Sucked / Sucked / Moderate / Good / Fyeah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;English: Sucked.&lt;br /&gt;Grammar error, comprehension and composition. I've really got no idea what I was writing about. I was completely out of my mind. Why do my English suck so badly? :( How I wish I was the best friend of the Readers Digest Editor.&lt;br /&gt;Target: 55 marks, C5.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mathematics: Seriously Sucked.&lt;br /&gt;Paper 1 was rather managable. But paper 2 sucked like what. I'm totally speechless for that one. Firstly, I did not manage to complete that paper. Secondly, I've got no confidence in all my answers after letting Ross and Sharul (2 Mathematics pros) to do my paper. I can die under it.&lt;br /&gt;Target: 45 marks, D7.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chinese: Moderate.&lt;br /&gt;Quite sucky with the careless mistakes. But getting back paper 2 kind of pulled my confidence up to a certain level. Hope that my composition would touch people's heart. :3 (LOL)&lt;br /&gt;Target: 75 marks, A1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Literature: Good.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe, it's because this paper was after Mathematics, it seems to go well. Managed to grab some time and read about Nick Bottom with Hilda. It came out in the end! :) The first question on Midsummer Nights Dream was "What are the interesting stories of love you've learnt?" [25m]. I should have done that question as I spent 20 minutes planning on that. Without much confidence, I went to do the question on Nick Bottom. I shall re-write that essay again.&lt;br /&gt;Target: 60 marks, B4.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chemistry: Sucked.&lt;br /&gt;Paper 2 was rather challenging. All thanks to Mr Tay, who came in to tell us about the importance of Metal Carbonate (which was worth 11 marks of that paper), I think I'm not going to fail so badly. Paper 1 today was kind of, hell. I regret not studying for it. But I must aim for 60 and above if not I'll say hello to combine science. :(&lt;br /&gt;Target: 60 marks, B4.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Biology: Fyeah!&lt;br /&gt;The "11 Days Studying Marathon" for Biology was not wasted. Despite buring the midnight oil and the 2 books of notes written plus the additional remedial with Mr Yang after Literature Paper that day, I've the most confidence on this subject. I might not be able to score the highest in the class but I'm sure that I would not be stuck at C5 anymore. Furthermore, the motivation for me to win (someone) has told me not to give up. I would really want to score well for MCQ on monday!&lt;br /&gt;Target: 70 marks, A2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, hell arrives.&lt;br /&gt;SS/GY: Even worse than "Seriously Sucked".&lt;br /&gt;It was hell. Okay it was hell. I'm done with you.&lt;br /&gt;Target: 35 marks, E8.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I don't pass English, that's it. I'm going to retain.&lt;br /&gt;Holidays is really the best time for me to buck up. Will need a good place to reflect.&lt;br /&gt;I'll sign off before I start to get emo again. Hahs.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6600916019240056948-8255225494481984902?l=twentyninecentury.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twentyninecentury.blogspot.com/feeds/8255225494481984902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6600916019240056948&amp;postID=8255225494481984902' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6600916019240056948/posts/default/8255225494481984902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6600916019240056948/posts/default/8255225494481984902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twentyninecentury.blogspot.com/2010/10/end-of-years.html' title='End Of Years.'/><author><name>Menda Taemin Hamasakey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03422494939785951841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kuvLUuW2qbg/TGPo-wXXMbI/AAAAAAAACbU/XWz2XRXlVkk/S220/DSC08687-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6600916019240056948.post-2632943574686265892</id><published>2010-09-20T16:32:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-20T16:49:55.674+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Twice.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kuvLUuW2qbg/TJcdzqU8ACI/AAAAAAAACcw/dXvgyrW9j8c/s1600/DSC00669.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 225px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518912641738473506" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kuvLUuW2qbg/TJcdzqU8ACI/AAAAAAAACcw/dXvgyrW9j8c/s400/DSC00669.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm back! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Apparently, Chemistry lessons was great. Started on a new topic, metals. The basic thing that we had to remember is just "Please Stop Calling Me A Zebra, I Love Hot Chicken Soup".&lt;br /&gt;(Potassium, Sodium, Calcium, Magnesium, Aluminium, Zinc, Iron, Lead, Hydrogen, Copper, Silver). It's arranged according to the reactivity series.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is probably the last post before my end of year examinations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ex·am·i·na·tion [ig-zam-uh-ney-shuhn] (noun)&lt;br /&gt;1. the act of examining; inspection; inquiry; investigation.&lt;br /&gt;2. the state of being examined.&lt;br /&gt;3. the act or process of testing pupils, candidates, etc., as by questions.&lt;br /&gt;4. the test itself; the list of questions asked.&lt;br /&gt;5. the answers, statements, etc., made by one examined.&lt;br /&gt;6. Law. formal interrogation. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two things before on hiatus.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Firstly, I think I'm in love with nature now. All thanks to the Singapore Garden Festival Competition that had influenced me so greatly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kuvLUuW2qbg/TJcdpRdS4TI/AAAAAAAACcg/nYdnZEmSU6U/s1600/DSC00664.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 113px; HEIGHT: 201px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518912463263949106" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kuvLUuW2qbg/TJcdpRdS4TI/AAAAAAAACcg/nYdnZEmSU6U/s400/DSC00664.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kuvLUuW2qbg/TJcdpMoW5eI/AAAAAAAACcY/LbOHV5WJDPI/s1600/DSC00661.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 113px; HEIGHT: 201px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518912461968172514" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kuvLUuW2qbg/TJcdpMoW5eI/AAAAAAAACcY/LbOHV5WJDPI/s400/DSC00661.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kuvLUuW2qbg/TJcdzdP1asI/AAAAAAAACco/z1kO6csLB6c/s1600/DSC00665.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 113px; HEIGHT: 201px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518912638227409602" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kuvLUuW2qbg/TJcdzdP1asI/AAAAAAAACco/z1kO6csLB6c/s400/DSC00665.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lastly, I like to take pictures during Chemistry lessons because Mr Tay will never realise it when I'm being chased off by Faeez out of my seat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kuvLUuW2qbg/TJcdoAwAMvI/AAAAAAAACcA/E_RfAXDI-VQ/s1600/DSC00658.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 113px; HEIGHT: 201px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518912441599144690" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kuvLUuW2qbg/TJcdoAwAMvI/AAAAAAAACcA/E_RfAXDI-VQ/s400/DSC00658.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kuvLUuW2qbg/TJcdoaYZc7I/AAAAAAAACcI/4eaklsTDLQQ/s1600/DSC00657.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 114px; HEIGHT: 201px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518912448479458226" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kuvLUuW2qbg/TJcdoaYZc7I/AAAAAAAACcI/4eaklsTDLQQ/s400/DSC00657.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kuvLUuW2qbg/TJcdojJ8kcI/AAAAAAAACcQ/9BVlX0UgubU/s1600/DSC00659.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 113px; HEIGHT: 201px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518912450834764226" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kuvLUuW2qbg/TJcdojJ8kcI/AAAAAAAACcQ/9BVlX0UgubU/s400/DSC00659.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Good bye. Till then. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6600916019240056948-2632943574686265892?l=twentyninecentury.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twentyninecentury.blogspot.com/feeds/2632943574686265892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6600916019240056948&amp;postID=2632943574686265892' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6600916019240056948/posts/default/2632943574686265892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6600916019240056948/posts/default/2632943574686265892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twentyninecentury.blogspot.com/2010/09/twice.html' title='Twice.'/><author><name>Menda Taemin Hamasakey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03422494939785951841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kuvLUuW2qbg/TGPo-wXXMbI/AAAAAAAACbU/XWz2XRXlVkk/S220/DSC08687-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kuvLUuW2qbg/TJcdzqU8ACI/AAAAAAAACcw/dXvgyrW9j8c/s72-c/DSC00669.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6600916019240056948.post-8261422877951671004</id><published>2010-09-08T15:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-08T15:19:14.442+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Holiday Checklist.</title><content type='html'>Homeworks:&lt;br /&gt;[ ] English - Ten Year Series- 2004 Comprehension&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Mathematics - Trigonometry - Angle of Elevation &amp;amp; Depression + Simple 3D Diagrams (It's not simple at all, please! -_-)&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Chinese - Newspaper Article - Youth Olympic Games&lt;br /&gt;[x] Chemistry - Ten Year Series - Experimental Chemistry&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Biology - Workbook - Transport in Plants, Respiration &amp;amp; Excretion&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Geography - Worksheet - Rivers &amp;amp; Coastal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Revision:&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Chemistry - Acid, Bases, Salts &amp;amp; Mole.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Biology - Nutrition in Humans,  Nutrition in Plants, Respiration, Excretion.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Geography and Social Studies - EVERYTHING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Misc:&lt;br /&gt;[x] Night Cycling Project&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got to buck up. D:&lt;br /&gt;Okay bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6600916019240056948-8261422877951671004?l=twentyninecentury.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twentyninecentury.blogspot.com/feeds/8261422877951671004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6600916019240056948&amp;postID=8261422877951671004' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6600916019240056948/posts/default/8261422877951671004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6600916019240056948/posts/default/8261422877951671004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twentyninecentury.blogspot.com/2010/09/holiday-checklist.html' title='Holiday Checklist.'/><author><name>Menda Taemin Hamasakey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03422494939785951841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kuvLUuW2qbg/TGPo-wXXMbI/AAAAAAAACbU/XWz2XRXlVkk/S220/DSC08687-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6600916019240056948.post-5445265824235390891</id><published>2010-08-31T18:19:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-08T15:10:44.248+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Facebook spamming.</title><content type='html'>Facebook spam. What the teenagers nowadays always do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Vengenc-e Lychee&lt;/span&gt; Mr &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Stanley Yang&lt;/span&gt; ^^ happy teacher day faster find a good gf and get married x: ideas from &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Sia Yan Ning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt; Menda&lt;/span&gt; lols&lt;br /&gt;You and &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Enning Wtsy&lt;/span&gt; like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Sia Yan Ning Menda&lt;/span&gt; cheeyong you're sooooooooooooo dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Vengenc-e Lychee&lt;/span&gt; wad me ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Sia Yan Ning Menda&lt;/span&gt; I'll kill you when I see you &gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Stanley Yang&lt;/span&gt; Thanks for your wishes.... ;)&lt;br /&gt;Menda: Thanks once again for the card and gift.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Vengenc-e Lychee&lt;/span&gt; haha bu ke qi ^^ hehe next time i pass bio wont pass with just pass liaos ... i wan pass with colour lols&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Sia Yan Ning Menda&lt;/span&gt; well, cheeyong, make sure you do it ^^ i've got the evidence. let's see for end of year~&lt;br /&gt;mr yang, hope that you like that card and don't mind what we wrote inside!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Vengenc-e Lychee&lt;/span&gt; lols i pass always pass with JUST... pass lols&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Stanley Yang&lt;/span&gt; No, not at all. I was just curious why is that the MAIN topic... haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Sia Yan Ning Menda&lt;/span&gt; I didn't start it! the others suggested it ^^ people like cheeyong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Enning Wtsy&lt;/span&gt; ANYWAY. JUST EXTRA HERE. TEACHER ACCEPT REQUEST LEH. WLAO. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Sia Yan Ning Menda&lt;/span&gt; LOL ENNING!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Vengenc-e Lychee&lt;/span&gt; lols... o,o? enning always laugh in mr yang class like no ppl business &gt;&lt;" she da huai dan lols &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Sia Yan Ning Menda&lt;/span&gt; speak for yourself. LOL. in fact, ourselves o_o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Vengenc-e Lychee&lt;/span&gt; ‎-AHEM- im the angel u know ^^?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Sia Yan Ning Menda&lt;/span&gt; ‎(goes to the toilet and vomit out blood)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Stanley Yang&lt;/span&gt; En Ning: I don't have your request&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Vengenc-e Lychee&lt;/span&gt; aiyaaa i know i too good le ^^ mr yang i best liao horrr x:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Sia Yan Ning Menda&lt;/span&gt; if you are an angel you would score an A for bio ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Vengenc-e Lychee&lt;/span&gt; menda cnt liek that say when u also dont have A ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Sia Yan Ning Menda&lt;/span&gt; I did not admit that I'm one. o_o who knows. i haven't take my bio CA yet. WAIT AND SEE CHEEYONG ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Vengenc-e Lychee&lt;/span&gt; WAIT AND SEE ME TO PASS WITH A JUST PASS LOls i going to try my best get more than a pass&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Sia Yan Ning Menda&lt;/span&gt; may your wish come true *waves the wand*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Vengenc-e Lychee&lt;/span&gt; nahh everything come with effort not magic lols&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Sia Yan Ning Menda&lt;/span&gt; i know. but it seems like most of you leave your textbooks under the table o_o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Stanley Yang&lt;/span&gt; now i know... Chee Yong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Vengenc-e Lychee&lt;/span&gt; WALAO U ALL CHECK MY UNDER TABLE LOLS or u wan me take pic of my bio book now x:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Sia Yan Ning Menda&lt;/span&gt; no thanks. not interested ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Vengenc-e Lychee&lt;/span&gt; ‎.__." u shotted me -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Sia Yan Ning Menda&lt;/span&gt; ‎*bang* you're dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Vengenc-e Lychee&lt;/span&gt; T~T i dint keep books under the table lorr ... if not i also wont end up no textbook very daily x,x lols&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Sia Yan Ning Menda&lt;/span&gt; don't cry, cheeyong. do you want me to spare some tissue for you? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Vengenc-e Lychee&lt;/span&gt; no need that many my flu is much better liaos &gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Sia Yan Ning Menda&lt;/span&gt; good for you. i've not fully recovered yet. all thanks to you, i am still suffering D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Vengenc-e Lychee&lt;/span&gt; wad me agn x,x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Sia Yan Ning Menda&lt;/span&gt; nothing! :) why am I being so good towards you o_o never mind, you'll get it on thursday, as promised.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy teachers day! :)&lt;br /&gt;I'm so sleepy. :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6600916019240056948-5445265824235390891?l=twentyninecentury.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twentyninecentury.blogspot.com/feeds/5445265824235390891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6600916019240056948&amp;postID=5445265824235390891' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6600916019240056948/posts/default/5445265824235390891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6600916019240056948/posts/default/5445265824235390891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twentyninecentury.blogspot.com/2010/08/facebook-spamming.html' title='Facebook spamming.'/><author><name>Menda Taemin Hamasakey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03422494939785951841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kuvLUuW2qbg/TGPo-wXXMbI/AAAAAAAACbU/XWz2XRXlVkk/S220/DSC08687-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6600916019240056948.post-6187022940399312603</id><published>2010-08-19T21:11:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-19T22:26:15.904+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Biology Lessons.</title><content type='html'>Biology is really getting more and more and more and more and more and more and more and more and more and more fun. Cause it's always afternoon lessons, I tend to be yawning everytime. But this week's Biology lesson made me even addicted (I think I used the wrong word, but who cares) to lessons with Mr Bio Man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday's Biology Lesson.&lt;br /&gt;Had lessons had ITR1. Sat with Afikah! :D But Isa suddenly sat beside me, o_o. He can be entertaining, but quite disturbing during lessons. :(&lt;br /&gt;So, when Mr Yang wanted us to read on the introduction on Respiration, there was an unusual silence in the class. And I mean it! Even more silent than the normal examination silence. I could not even hear anyone breathe. Mr Yang even mentioned how his Sec 2 and Sec 4 classes never give him such a peaceful moment. But he broke the silence, in a super funny way.&lt;br /&gt;So, Isa sat beside me. And he say that he never bring his Biology textbook. Initially I wondered why he never share with Sadiq. But it was so funny when Mr Yang suddenly come towards us and &lt;em&gt;whisper&lt;/em&gt;: "&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Isa, where's your (points at my Biology textbook)?!&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why but I just find it so funny. So I started to laugh. Then Afikah laugh, then Nadia laugh, then Diana laugh, then Cheryl laugh, then Gina laugh. We even spread the laughter to the other table of girls. But it's just so hilarious that I cannot stop laughing during his lessons now. Then Mr Yang started to prank some jokes. There was one when no one get what he meant. Then no one laugh. And he said, "This is the time you all should be laughing but no one laugh. That was meant to be a joke." Then I look at Afikah. And we laugh. So, the whole class start to laugh again. Madness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday's Biology Lesson.&lt;br /&gt;English was cancelled so Biology was pushed forward. We had our SPA practise even though O Level's being postponed to extended term together with Chemistry. It was about Diffusion and Osmosis. We had special sitting arrangements and I sat beside Gina. Gina say she is not sure what to do so she copy me what I do. Haha. So, we got our stuff and we had to double-check.&lt;br /&gt;Mr Yang: Make sure you all got all these stuff.&lt;br /&gt;All: Okay.&lt;br /&gt;Mr Yang: 1 beaker?&lt;br /&gt;All: Yes.&lt;br /&gt;Mr Yang: 1 tweezer a.k.a "giap".&lt;br /&gt;All: (Laugh, instead of answering).&lt;br /&gt;But my reaction damn slow cause I was totally in my own world. Haha. Basically, I followed them when they laughed. Then we started our experiment. Mad easy. You know, create your own mol/dm3 of solution. That was so fun. I felt like I was a mad scientist. And I like it! Then you know, immerse the potato cell into the solution. Mad fun.&lt;br /&gt;Then, at the end of experiment, our scores were leaked. :D There were 4 points that Mr Yang and Ms Liu took note of.&lt;br /&gt;1) Ask for assistance. (They say they close one eye. Which is true cause we keep on spamming questions. Especially Kenton. Haha.)&lt;br /&gt;2) The way we cut our potatoes. (See who got cook at home.)&lt;br /&gt;3) Must immerse the potato fully into the solution.&lt;br /&gt;4) Bolt the potato cells dry.&lt;br /&gt;I got full marks! :) If either one of the points were not fulfilled, one point will be deducted. Full marks is 2 points. And when Mr Yang say that most of them never bolt the potato cell, they all just shouted and say that they got bolt it. So, Mr Yang was like, looking and us, saying, "Really?". He took out his pen, wanted to change the marks. Then I tell Gina, "他太爱我们了。一点点就心软，要改分数。" (He loves us too much. We complain only, he wants to change our marks.) Then I don't know it is because he heard what I said or something, he put his pen back in his pocket. It was so hilarious that Gina beat me at my shoulders. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's Biology Lesson.&lt;br /&gt;During break, had some chat with Krittika and Krystal about Abi. Didn't expect that Abi would be so bold! First time, so epic! Then, when I step into the Biology lab, Mr Yang say that he wants to give surprise test on Respiration today. Then I like, shouted "HUH?" with my mouth half open. Then he gave me back the look. So I read the notes. In the end he cancel the test! Make us read only. And he leaked out the test question to us. What a teacher! So we separated into two groups. Mr Yang wanted us to do a model on lungs. I think he's so pro that he never take out the labels of the stuff he bought! Black board $3.15 each. Ping Pong balls $1.60 each for I don't know how many boxes. Clays, rafia strings, toilet cardboards (Those that are in the middle of a toilet roll). And we self-service, walk to his pencil case and took all his red markers! (Cause we need to draw blood vessels). Me, Sadiq, Mifdhal, Gideon and Xinwei just played around with the markers and ping pong balls to draw the alveoil (air sacs). Then when Mr Yang came to spot check, he said that our alveoil looked like eyeballs, o_o. Which is so funny as I thought of how I tell people that I want to dissect human's eyes. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, back to other stuff.&lt;br /&gt;So, I failed my combine humanities again. Expected. 10/25 for both papers. Awesome. So, 40/100 for GY/SS. Actually better than my mid-years! I should start studying for next week's Geography test already. I need to pass this test. But it's on rivers. God damn it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, mole test. 4/11. Also expected. Cause I did not study for it at all. Haha. And there's another mole test tomorrow again. Mr Tay you good. :( But he said that my Copper (II) Sulfate Crystals are nice. He said that it's big and look like diamond. But boss one, impressive. ALL DIAMONDS. Whoa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chemistry CA next week, Biology CA Week 10.&lt;br /&gt;Don't expect me to post for the next few days/weeks okay.&lt;br /&gt;That's why you see, this post is long enough at lease to entertain you.&lt;br /&gt;Good night lovers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6600916019240056948-6187022940399312603?l=twentyninecentury.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twentyninecentury.blogspot.com/feeds/6187022940399312603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6600916019240056948&amp;postID=6187022940399312603' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6600916019240056948/posts/default/6187022940399312603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6600916019240056948/posts/default/6187022940399312603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twentyninecentury.blogspot.com/2010/08/biology-lessons.html' title='Biology Lessons.'/><author><name>Menda Taemin Hamasakey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03422494939785951841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kuvLUuW2qbg/TGPo-wXXMbI/AAAAAAAACbU/XWz2XRXlVkk/S220/DSC08687-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6600916019240056948.post-1685054993143922485</id><published>2010-08-12T20:42:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-12T21:01:20.475+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ahh.</title><content type='html'>Oh my god. Look who's here blogging. :D&lt;br /&gt;Yay, finally back after all the dramas that happened for the past few weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a friend, who neglects friends for love life. I don't need you as a friend anymore. Just stare at me and give me the look for all I care because you're really way to much. Since I've gone through all these traumatic experiences, I don't mind having another. My heart's already numb and I don't mind. At lease my heart is still pumping blood around the body through the aorta and pulmonary artery. Gee. If you're really not happy with me, bring it on and cut my heart into half. But I believe that my heart muscle is too strong to be cut away unless you block my coronary arteries. Haha. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, accorinding to Mr Bio Man, my Biology SPA is 2 weeks later. FAST LAH D:&lt;br /&gt;All the best to me, all the best to my beloved Biology class!&lt;br /&gt;Wait, if it's coming. I should focus. And not worry about these matters anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tooooooooodles.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6600916019240056948-1685054993143922485?l=twentyninecentury.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twentyninecentury.blogspot.com/feeds/1685054993143922485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6600916019240056948&amp;postID=1685054993143922485' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6600916019240056948/posts/default/1685054993143922485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6600916019240056948/posts/default/1685054993143922485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twentyninecentury.blogspot.com/2010/08/ahh.html' title='Ahh.'/><author><name>Menda Taemin Hamasakey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03422494939785951841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kuvLUuW2qbg/TGPo-wXXMbI/AAAAAAAACbU/XWz2XRXlVkk/S220/DSC08687-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6600916019240056948.post-2206577849752102859</id><published>2010-07-27T18:11:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-27T18:20:59.596+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ordinary Miracle.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kuvLUuW2qbg/TE6xTpR_SGI/AAAAAAAACbM/AMm704u3PBc/s1600/tumblr_l46wjfMVJa1qbwypzo1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498527146122889314" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kuvLUuW2qbg/TE6xTpR_SGI/AAAAAAAACbM/AMm704u3PBc/s400/tumblr_l46wjfMVJa1qbwypzo1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should burn my previous QA paper cause it seems to be like a piece of criminal record. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;So, I finally passed QA test! :D 9/10. If only I wrote limewater is calcium hydroxide instead of calcium carbonate, I could score full marks with Henrick! :( I was &lt;em&gt;almost&lt;/em&gt; there~ D:&lt;br /&gt;As promised, a punishment, writing calcium hydroxide &amp;amp; pulmonary arch a 100 times. I'll post that soon.&lt;br /&gt;I need to further improve myself more.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I can do this! &gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey wait, did you just say that there's Mathematics &amp;amp; Geography CA tomorrow?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kuvLUuW2qbg/TE6xTM18aoI/AAAAAAAACbE/L7Jdv0oBvhQ/s1600/tumblr_kznevifbBv1qzjtmpo1_500.png"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 235px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498527138489068162" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kuvLUuW2qbg/TE6xTM18aoI/AAAAAAAACbE/L7Jdv0oBvhQ/s400/tumblr_kznevifbBv1qzjtmpo1_500.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6600916019240056948-2206577849752102859?l=twentyninecentury.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twentyninecentury.blogspot.com/feeds/2206577849752102859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6600916019240056948&amp;postID=2206577849752102859' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6600916019240056948/posts/default/2206577849752102859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6600916019240056948/posts/default/2206577849752102859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twentyninecentury.blogspot.com/2010/07/ordinary-miracle.html' title='Ordinary Miracle.'/><author><name>Menda Taemin Hamasakey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03422494939785951841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kuvLUuW2qbg/TGPo-wXXMbI/AAAAAAAACbU/XWz2XRXlVkk/S220/DSC08687-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kuvLUuW2qbg/TE6xTpR_SGI/AAAAAAAACbM/AMm704u3PBc/s72-c/tumblr_l46wjfMVJa1qbwypzo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6600916019240056948.post-3492177963380745906</id><published>2010-07-23T22:00:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-23T22:14:55.869+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You.</title><content type='html'>QA test went well today, (surprisingly). The latest one was easier. Went down first with Mr Tay to the Chemistry Lab and talked about some stuff. Teachers these days look so tired. But I trust that they could hold on. I even dream of becoming a teacher. I'm prepared to have white hair like how Mr Tay and Mr Yang has. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I realised how injuries are so hurtful and important after looking how Sadiq and Mifdhal walked today. Hey, the both of you, get well soon okay. Both of you are two of my greatest friends and I hope that you guys would be blessed. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too many things happened for the past few days and honestly, lazy to elaborate.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Jiamin for following me to SGF.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Cheryl, Shafina, Gina, Henrick, Kenton and Sadiq for the fun yesterday during free period.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Mr Yang for all your spendings.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you the organiser of SGF for making miracles happen.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you the minions from Despicable Me for making me laugh at your laughter.&lt;br /&gt;I feel so cherished. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this, is really a good song to dedicate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/O1EvI0S7FxI&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/O1EvI0S7FxI&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't you think so too?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6600916019240056948-3492177963380745906?l=twentyninecentury.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twentyninecentury.blogspot.com/feeds/3492177963380745906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6600916019240056948&amp;postID=3492177963380745906' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6600916019240056948/posts/default/3492177963380745906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6600916019240056948/posts/default/3492177963380745906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twentyninecentury.blogspot.com/2010/07/you.html' title='You.'/><author><name>Menda Taemin Hamasakey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03422494939785951841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kuvLUuW2qbg/TGPo-wXXMbI/AAAAAAAACbU/XWz2XRXlVkk/S220/DSC08687-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6600916019240056948.post-2472462841381790145</id><published>2010-07-22T22:19:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-05T14:14:07.266+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Buzz.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kuvLUuW2qbg/TEhTjT380dI/AAAAAAAACa8/Z488tIL8tL0/s1600/DSC00334%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 225px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496735211301163474" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kuvLUuW2qbg/TEhTjT380dI/AAAAAAAACa8/Z488tIL8tL0/s400/DSC00334%5B1%5D" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fatique surrounds me like the buzy buzzy electrons now. I need a good night sleep.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But there's QA test tomorrow. All I would say is, I will put in my 39210740921740170% effort for the test tomorrow!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I shall end my short post here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Good night lovelies.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6600916019240056948-2472462841381790145?l=twentyninecentury.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twentyninecentury.blogspot.com/feeds/2472462841381790145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6600916019240056948&amp;postID=2472462841381790145' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6600916019240056948/posts/default/2472462841381790145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6600916019240056948/posts/default/2472462841381790145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twentyninecentury.blogspot.com/2010/07/fatique-surrounds-me-like-buzy-buzzy.html' title='Buzz.'/><author><name>Menda Taemin Hamasakey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03422494939785951841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kuvLUuW2qbg/TGPo-wXXMbI/AAAAAAAACbU/XWz2XRXlVkk/S220/DSC08687-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kuvLUuW2qbg/TEhTjT380dI/AAAAAAAACa8/Z488tIL8tL0/s72-c/DSC00334%5B1%5D' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6600916019240056948.post-339141513047411373</id><published>2010-07-21T18:28:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-21T19:11:48.755+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Racial Harmony 2010.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kuvLUuW2qbg/TEbMdKYXWmI/AAAAAAAACas/yMarJdeYbqc/s1600/DSC00394.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 225px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496305196627090018" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kuvLUuW2qbg/TEbMdKYXWmI/AAAAAAAACas/yMarJdeYbqc/s400/DSC00394.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kuvLUuW2qbg/TEbMdKYXWmI/AAAAAAAACas/yMarJdeYbqc/s1600/DSC00394.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, today was Racial Harmony Day. My eyes are kind of wired at the above picture as seen. I like the brown dress though. It's comfortable and sweet. Thanks Aqilah! :) It was really a nice dress. And today, was another great day that I would not forget.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Early in the morning, all of us went up to 3/5 classroom and started to talk about what to wear and all the other stuffs. The girls all ran down to the toilet near Biology lab and change in a rush before the first bell rang. And I ran with my costume to the office to collect the attendance, and even collected the attendance with the costume. Funny. Went back to class for reading nothing much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chemistry/SEL lesson under Mr Tay was fun. Wait, lessons with Mr Tay would never be boring cause he's such a good person to play with. Haha! Studied on mole today again. But I'm excited to overcome my damn QA test again. Anyway, Mr Tay wore a green top today, which totally blend into our class wall colour and the class since most of the people were wearing green. And the judging? NOT FAIR! &gt;:( My class, 43 people, all wore the traditional costumes, and only 7 people are wearing their own ethnic costumes, and we only get 3rd?! Which really made us so mad over it. But the fun never stops here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mathematics lesson. Oh no, we did not have any today. Haha! Mrs Ng came in to the class 10 minutes late, and spent almost 40 minutes to take a series of pictures, which resulted in NO MATHEMATICS HOMEWORK FOR THE DAY \m/. I mean, for the rest of the week. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recess, did not know that my class all went to change their costume and left me like a dumb wearing it. Lol! Then free period, nothing much. Afikah appreciate my heart drawing, haha! Should have took a picture of it before I submit my book to Mr Yang. Geography was the worst. Everyone was almost sleeping, including me. But who dares to yawn? No one. Just had to bear with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;English, was quite boring too. Cause it's situational writing, which totally made me screwed up. I can't even remember what was going on during that point of time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Biology, fun. Someone go fix the ITR1 projector can? We almost could use that room just now. :( But the lesson was still fun cause Mr Yang was hilarious today. He "yawned" over the microphone and talk a lot of funny stuffs today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Homed, and I felt sleepy. But there's meeting tomorrow again. What the hell. When can I have my rest and late day? It's been so long. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kuvLUuW2qbg/TEbMdSnNtyI/AAAAAAAACa0/DLytjq6Iavs/s1600/tumblr_l4aogoHGR21qc1v1h.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496305198836856610" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kuvLUuW2qbg/TEbMdSnNtyI/AAAAAAAACa0/DLytjq6Iavs/s400/tumblr_l4aogoHGR21qc1v1h.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6600916019240056948-339141513047411373?l=twentyninecentury.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twentyninecentury.blogspot.com/feeds/339141513047411373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6600916019240056948&amp;postID=339141513047411373' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6600916019240056948/posts/default/339141513047411373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6600916019240056948/posts/default/339141513047411373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twentyninecentury.blogspot.com/2010/07/racial-harmony-2010.html' title='Racial Harmony 2010.'/><author><name>Menda Taemin Hamasakey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03422494939785951841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kuvLUuW2qbg/TGPo-wXXMbI/AAAAAAAACbU/XWz2XRXlVkk/S220/DSC08687-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kuvLUuW2qbg/TEbMdKYXWmI/AAAAAAAACas/yMarJdeYbqc/s72-c/DSC00394.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6600916019240056948.post-2518067052785734863</id><published>2010-07-20T18:05:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-20T18:25:18.146+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Heart dissection!</title><content type='html'>Today was another ordinary miracle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kuvLUuW2qbg/TEV3CWp7DsI/AAAAAAAACak/mjq-lOF9G88/s1600/DSC00382.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 225px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495929802600419010" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kuvLUuW2qbg/TEV3CWp7DsI/AAAAAAAACak/mjq-lOF9G88/s400/DSC00382.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kuvLUuW2qbg/TEV3BMZN9qI/AAAAAAAACaU/AXHa8MWF0gA/s1600/DSC00373.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 225px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495929782666131106" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kuvLUuW2qbg/TEV3BMZN9qI/AAAAAAAACaU/AXHa8MWF0gA/s400/DSC00373.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt like a heroine today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Biology class was the best ever. We (finally) got to dissect the sheep's heart as Mr Yang promised us. Before lesson, I was getting crazy with Diana over "It's so fluffy I'm gonna die!". The demostration kept me eager with the practical. I apologise on behalf of my hair to Gina! (Inside joke). So, everyone was really excited to see the demostration. Kenton and Chunwei stood on the stools in the lab to actually see the demostration, lol! And Sadiq was behind me, felt so upset that Miss Liu went to cut the sheep's heart. He was like holding his heart and "Awww"-ed at the same time. The second time I heard him like this. Which I'm rather used to it already, haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chemistry lesson was fun. At first it was supposed to be at Art Room! (Hilarious). Mr Tay then changed his plan and decided to go to Computer Lab. He gave back the QA test and I heard that there's only 3 people who passed, o_o. That's why I said, QA sucks! I'm one of the people that scored quite high for that paper already. I've got 6/13. The highest failure! At lease the other 40 failed together. Geez. And the lowest is 2/13! I'm not ashamed over my results. I aim to get at lease 75% and above for the upcoming test. I CAN DO THIS! \m/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kuvLUuW2qbg/TEV1VdlMFTI/AAAAAAAACaM/M44ouQ1Zwxo/s1600/Agnes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 202px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495927931853870386" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kuvLUuW2qbg/TEV1VdlMFTI/AAAAAAAACaM/M44ouQ1Zwxo/s400/Agnes.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Can you read the bedtime story for me pleaseee?" - Agnes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6600916019240056948-2518067052785734863?l=twentyninecentury.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twentyninecentury.blogspot.com/feeds/2518067052785734863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6600916019240056948&amp;postID=2518067052785734863' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6600916019240056948/posts/default/2518067052785734863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6600916019240056948/posts/default/2518067052785734863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twentyninecentury.blogspot.com/2010/07/heart-dissection.html' title='Heart dissection!'/><author><name>Menda Taemin Hamasakey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03422494939785951841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kuvLUuW2qbg/TGPo-wXXMbI/AAAAAAAACbU/XWz2XRXlVkk/S220/DSC08687-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kuvLUuW2qbg/TEV3CWp7DsI/AAAAAAAACak/mjq-lOF9G88/s72-c/DSC00382.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6600916019240056948.post-8055813655168898778</id><published>2010-07-18T12:07:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-18T12:15:09.361+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Singapore Garden Festival Competition!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kuvLUuW2qbg/TEJ-M_MupRI/AAAAAAAACZ8/xvQ2IfCWjpw/s1600/38363_143297119015657_100000061098725_432563_4196320_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495093256933778706" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kuvLUuW2qbg/TEJ-M_MupRI/AAAAAAAACZ8/xvQ2IfCWjpw/s400/38363_143297119015657_100000061098725_432563_4196320_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being able to participate in the Orchid Landscape Competition already made me felt so dignified as I'm one of the lucky chosen ones by Mr Yang. And yet, getting 2nd for the competition felt like winning the World Cup. Haha! (Waka waka eh eh). :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the start, I really don't felt like going until Mr Yang said, "You get to skip lessons.", and I volunteered instantly. (Note that instantly). Cause I get to skip E.Maths class, why not?! :D It's a very good chance, so I gave it a go. My only condition was that I must get to watch World Cup, especially the finals!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my previous post, I mentioned about the 1 hour 20 minutes kidnap. I want that encored again. It was really fun and hilarious to have them together, being lost. I would like to get stranded on an island with them if possible. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, we got to shop for the plants that we want to put on display. It felt like a big shopping spree since we did not ask Mr Yang how much was our budget. (LOL) Until we asked for it and he said $3000. But most of the plants were so cute that we wanted to buy the whole plantation down. Haha! One of the plants (which was really damn cute), caught the eye of Sadiq's and we heard him said, "This plant is so cute! Awww.", which gave both Mifdhal and I goosebumps, o_o. Imagine the best runner of the school would to say that. Hilarious. So, we selected around 20 plants and bought tens of each, which added up, we bought 200 plus pots of plants, excluding our main character, orchids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We soon head off to Orchidville. I would like to thank Greenville Secondary for their transport! :)&lt;br /&gt;We brought down our plants, arranged them, took pictures, and had lunch! We had pizza since we were able to remember the number for Canadian Pizza, haha! There was a huge rain and we were all trapped in a hut for around 30 minutes, talking some stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Menda: I wonder why it rained at this moment now.&lt;br /&gt;Mifdhal: And the rain is so big.&lt;br /&gt;Sadiq: I bet you sang, Menda.&lt;br /&gt;Menda: What the heck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I did not sang! :( Damn you Sadiq. Haha! While it rained, I 'k-pop'-ed with Syaq and got crazy about everything. Haha! The rain stopped but the bus came but we have not learn about the water system and we had to leave Mr Yang back there (which we felt so gulity)! :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day, we went over to Suntec to start arranging our flowers. A lot of funny things happened, I can't seem to remember every single thing.&lt;br /&gt;Just that, I want to thank Mr Yang for the pizzas, McDonalds &amp;amp; milo treat even he keep reminding us to bring money. THANKS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll let photos talk everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kuvLUuW2qbg/TEJ-Mu5PbII/AAAAAAAACZ0/yq2TAsNK51k/s1600/35097_143299455682090_100000061098725_432585_4200960_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495093252557073538" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kuvLUuW2qbg/TEJ-Mu5PbII/AAAAAAAACZ0/yq2TAsNK51k/s400/35097_143299455682090_100000061098725_432585_4200960_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait to see this tomorrow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kuvLUuW2qbg/TEJ-MVCvFwI/AAAAAAAACZs/dVBBtekv6nA/s1600/35097_143299445682091_100000061098725_432582_4369669_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495093245617575682" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kuvLUuW2qbg/TEJ-MVCvFwI/AAAAAAAACZs/dVBBtekv6nA/s400/35097_143299445682091_100000061098725_432582_4369669_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Henrick, Sadiq, Mifdhal, Ihsan, Khalisah, Syaqila, Menda, Hilda, Yingwei &amp;amp; Mr Yang. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(I've more pictures on Facebook!)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6600916019240056948-8055813655168898778?l=twentyninecentury.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twentyninecentury.blogspot.com/feeds/8055813655168898778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6600916019240056948&amp;postID=8055813655168898778' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6600916019240056948/posts/default/8055813655168898778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6600916019240056948/posts/default/8055813655168898778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twentyninecentury.blogspot.com/2010/07/being-able-to-participate-in-orchid.html' title='Singapore Garden Festival Competition!'/><author><name>Menda Taemin Hamasakey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03422494939785951841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kuvLUuW2qbg/TGPo-wXXMbI/AAAAAAAACbU/XWz2XRXlVkk/S220/DSC08687-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kuvLUuW2qbg/TEJ-M_MupRI/AAAAAAAACZ8/xvQ2IfCWjpw/s72-c/38363_143297119015657_100000061098725_432563_4196320_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6600916019240056948.post-2049774636491040158</id><published>2010-07-18T12:01:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-18T12:04:38.892+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy birthday Taemin!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kuvLUuW2qbg/TEJ9CLGcFjI/AAAAAAAACZk/cdMCjA0K3CU/s1600/tumblr_l4e6p3fMhK1qzzm7bo1_500.png"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 303px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495091971638433330" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kuvLUuW2qbg/TEJ9CLGcFjI/AAAAAAAACZk/cdMCjA0K3CU/s400/tumblr_l4e6p3fMhK1qzzm7bo1_500.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Happy 17th Birthday to the awesome Lee Taemin! ♥&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6600916019240056948-2049774636491040158?l=twentyninecentury.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twentyninecentury.blogspot.com/feeds/2049774636491040158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6600916019240056948&amp;postID=2049774636491040158' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6600916019240056948/posts/default/2049774636491040158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6600916019240056948/posts/default/2049774636491040158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twentyninecentury.blogspot.com/2010/07/happy-birthday-taemin.html' title='Happy birthday Taemin!'/><author><name>Menda Taemin Hamasakey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03422494939785951841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kuvLUuW2qbg/TGPo-wXXMbI/AAAAAAAACbU/XWz2XRXlVkk/S220/DSC08687-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kuvLUuW2qbg/TEJ9CLGcFjI/AAAAAAAACZk/cdMCjA0K3CU/s72-c/tumblr_l4e6p3fMhK1qzzm7bo1_500.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6600916019240056948.post-5434560395534289009</id><published>2010-07-16T13:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-16T13:18:49.619+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chemistry test -.-</title><content type='html'>So, as I mentioned about the QA test.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Facebook is a heaven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Terrence Chua&lt;/span&gt; Wa die already. Chem txtbook in class how study lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Wei Teng&lt;/span&gt; same&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Sia Yan Ning Menda&lt;/span&gt; I hate QA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Terrence Chua&lt;/span&gt; Eh i never bring txtbook die liao sia lol. Wei Teng lets die tgt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Sia Yan Ning Menda&lt;/span&gt; Count me in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Terrence Chua&lt;/span&gt; Nice , lets die together haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;And indeed, we will die together as one!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6600916019240056948-5434560395534289009?l=twentyninecentury.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twentyninecentury.blogspot.com/feeds/5434560395534289009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6600916019240056948&amp;postID=5434560395534289009' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6600916019240056948/posts/default/5434560395534289009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6600916019240056948/posts/default/5434560395534289009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twentyninecentury.blogspot.com/2010/07/chemistry-test.html' title='Chemistry test -.-'/><author><name>Menda Taemin Hamasakey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03422494939785951841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kuvLUuW2qbg/TGPo-wXXMbI/AAAAAAAACbU/XWz2XRXlVkk/S220/DSC08687-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6600916019240056948.post-8272331688753786227</id><published>2010-07-15T20:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-15T20:35:50.709+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Qualiative Analysis.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I hate QA. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And there's a test tomorrow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oh god damn it.&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/6600916019240056948-8272331688753786227?l=twentyninecentury.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twentyninecentury.blogspot.com/feeds/8272331688753786227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6600916019240056948&amp;postID=8272331688753786227' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6600916019240056948/posts/default/8272331688753786227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6600916019240056948/posts/default/8272331688753786227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twentyninecentury.blogspot.com/2010/07/qualiative-analysis.html' title='Qualiative Analysis.'/><author><name>Menda Taemin Hamasakey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03422494939785951841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kuvLUuW2qbg/TGPo-wXXMbI/AAAAAAAACbU/XWz2XRXlVkk/S220/DSC08687-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6600916019240056948.post-6227209974512913870</id><published>2010-07-08T20:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-08T21:41:18.295+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Moments.</title><content type='html'>Today is a day worth blogging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It marks the day that Spain won Germany in the semi-finals! Which did really made my day go well. But the things that made me down is the surprising news that was passed to me and Mrs Ng's continuous nagging. I like my new Social Studies teacher now, :&gt; He's a teacher (Pardon me, I forget his name -.-) that never fails to make us laugh over his jokes, until we cannot focus and get done with our work. A hilarious teacher that never fails to keep students awake. He always speak from his own perspective, which I find that he can interact with students well.&lt;br /&gt;Today, he wanted to know all of us. We've got a SEQ worksheet and was told to complete it. (Obviously we wrote our names). But Jameson (aka No Direction guy) went to change his name to "Bryan" and Beng Lee changed his name to "Noel". Which the teacher believed! Having that teacher in our class really brought up this unusual spirit that 3/5 usually don't have, lol!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SEL WAS GREAT. Talked about Mrs Ng with Mr Tay. And he agrees to my point! :) But whatever that was mentioned, will stay in 3/5's classroom. It's a secret within the class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FREE PERIOD FTW AGAIN AND AGAIN HAHAHA. Okay lame. Spent most of my precious time doing Mathematics. Was at the verge of falling asleep cause the library was breezing cold, :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chinese never fail to be fun when Mdm Loo calls Wei Teng to stand behind the class + Yiu Tung's rubbish. Today was exceptionally great as I did nothing much. Chinese lesson was rather a break for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went home to change and run back to school to meet Mifdhal, Sadiq and Henrick for the Orchid Hybridisation. Since I had no one to chat with, I sticked with them till Khalisah and Syaqila came. Ihsan was with us too. And here's the thing, that made my day really go well till I'm tired from head to toe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, we left BLSS at 3pm. Travelled from Woodlands to Yio Chu Kang to Ang Mo Kio then Woodlands then Yishun then Ang Mo Kio then Yio Chu Kang then Woodlands then Ang Mo Kio then whatever. The Orchidville is at Mandai and we tried to find that place for like 1 hour and 20 minutes?! O_O But on the bus, we talked about some jokes and surprising stuff. Kekeke. Whatever we know, Mr Yang don't know and vice versa. Ihsan said something that made me scream in the bus, lol! Cause I did not expect it you know. Want to know more, ask me! :)&lt;br /&gt;So, we thought that we would do something major over there. Ended up, only learn about the water system and that's it. Dang it you know. We were looking around and there was somethings that really bonded us together.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;Mifdhal: Eh! Ihsan, Sadiq! Got butterfly!&lt;br /&gt;Ihsan &amp;amp; Sadiq: Where?&lt;br /&gt;Mifdhal: There!&lt;br /&gt;(A moment later...)&lt;br /&gt;Syaqila: Butterfly&lt;br /&gt;Menda: Whoa. Are those real? They don't seem to be moving though. (They were indeed fake butterflies.)&lt;br /&gt;Khalisah: Fake uh!&lt;br /&gt;Syaqila: Hahaha! Mifdhal, the butterflies fake uh.&lt;br /&gt;Mifdhal: Huh? Really? I'm punked!&lt;br /&gt;All: (Laugh very very very very very very very very madly.)&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;Mifdhal: Catfish! (This was real.)&lt;br /&gt;Sadiq: Where where?!&lt;br /&gt;Mifdhal: There! (The catfish was not moving.)&lt;br /&gt;(When Mifdhal was going to touch it.)&lt;br /&gt;Menda: Mifdhal! Don't sacrifise your life!&lt;br /&gt;(A few seconds later.)&lt;br /&gt;Ihsan: What's the risk?&lt;br /&gt;(Everyone looked at each other, one moment later.)&lt;br /&gt;All: OMG HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;The comeback to school was fast even though it was peak hour. Maybe it's because of the 1 hour 20 minutes ride. It was a great impact. The happiest thing is about (secret).&lt;br /&gt;Kekeke.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6600916019240056948-6227209974512913870?l=twentyninecentury.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twentyninecentury.blogspot.com/feeds/6227209974512913870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6600916019240056948&amp;postID=6227209974512913870' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6600916019240056948/posts/default/6227209974512913870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6600916019240056948/posts/default/6227209974512913870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twentyninecentury.blogspot.com/2010/07/moments.html' title='Moments.'/><author><name>Menda Taemin Hamasakey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03422494939785951841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kuvLUuW2qbg/TGPo-wXXMbI/AAAAAAAACbU/XWz2XRXlVkk/S220/DSC08687-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6600916019240056948.post-1909837658576678394</id><published>2010-07-07T18:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-07T18:21:51.844+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blogger vs. Tumblr</title><content type='html'>Since no one reads my blog anymore, I will move to tumblr someday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6600916019240056948-1909837658576678394?l=twentyninecentury.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twentyninecentury.blogspot.com/feeds/1909837658576678394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6600916019240056948&amp;postID=1909837658576678394' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6600916019240056948/posts/default/1909837658576678394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6600916019240056948/posts/default/1909837658576678394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twentyninecentury.blogspot.com/2010/07/blogger-vs-tumblr.html' title='Blogger vs. Tumblr'/><author><name>Menda Taemin Hamasakey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03422494939785951841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kuvLUuW2qbg/TGPo-wXXMbI/AAAAAAAACbU/XWz2XRXlVkk/S220/DSC08687-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6600916019240056948.post-6796800059920496772</id><published>2010-06-29T17:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-29T18:52:31.023+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Term 3.</title><content type='html'>Time check: 5:47pm.&lt;br /&gt;I'm in the half awake half sleepy mood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I'm kind of in love with the new timetable. There's no free period on Mondays. Total madness. No more early recess with the girls. No more early Nasi Ayam with Afikah! :( Haha. But Tuesday, 2 hours of free period straight for Pure Physics. MADNESS! I could bring a tent and camp in the library with them, :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday's&lt;br /&gt;Mother Tongue was kind of, okay. Mdm Loo gave us another day to complete the holiday homeworks (which I really needed the time) and thanks Francesca for lending me her 3B Chinese text, :) E.Mathematics was kind of great for the first time ever. Coordinate Geomatry, my tuition is almost finishing already, :D But problem sums are still pulling me down. Sucks. Follow up, it was the one hour Mr. Namdi marathon. RAP and PE. We talked about World Cup and it seems like 3E5 like Spain and Argetina a lot. Who's with us? PE, played dodge ball. Very fun! The guys and girls are separated. And there's only 15 girls in my class so we divided ourselves to 7 and 7 since Dhacha was not in school. For the first ball, it was light but both Lydyah and I screamed like insane women. Recess-ed. And Core Literature class. Miss Monica was not around, completeinsanefreakingawesomemadness. I did my E.Mathematics homework and talked with Aiman. Some heart to heart talk about some stuff. Serious ones. Not forgetting how Aiman and Sean entertained me with their 35 aussie magic cards, haha! Then reading. Assembly? Same old stuff. Stayed back for Charity Bazaar Commitee meeting. Planned stuff with Rusydi. Gonna hope that everything turns out well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's&lt;br /&gt;2 HOURS FREE PERIOD FTW HAHAHA. Okay shut up. Wanted to do my social studies but did not know where to start with. So I borrowed Sadiq's paper. Ended up, Khalisah, Afikah and myself also wanted to lend Chemistry and Biology homework from him. So bad. Proceeded for E.Mathematics. I start to find it a little boring. Recess-ed, and English. Need to submit a report by 9pm when I have tuition later. Madness. Chinese, slightly better. But it was hilarious. Mdm Loo also got our 3E5's Calcium joke! Break, then SS/GY. Freaking disappointed that it was Miss Chong who is our teacher. I WANT MDM CHAN I DON'T CARE :( Okay chill Menda. I shall try surviving under Miss Chong! Then it was Pure Biology lesson. Interesting. Started on Transport in Animals already as Mr Yang read our mind, we're sick of plants! Haha. He said that he had 2 good news. The first one was that Mr Yang, Afikah, Nadia, Hsiehyang and Sadiq won the 4th place in the Science thingy challenge. They ran across the whole Singapore, make me think of blazing race only, haha. Anyway, congratulations peeps! :) The next one, interesting (too).&lt;br /&gt;"I don't know whether this is a good news for you or not but we are 1 out of the 5 schools that got selected for the Orchid Hybridisation thing." - Mr Yang.&lt;br /&gt;THE CLASS SCREAMED WITH JEERS, HAHAHA. It was so not a good news! But it's okay actually. We should feel honoured. (Maybe one day we will).&lt;br /&gt;Pure Chemistry, learned QA. (Sounds profound much?) I mean, Qualitative Analysis. Sat with Khalisah for that period as Faeez wanted to sit with Ahmad, acting gangsta. He almost destroyed my table, lol! Heartpain worh. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;Walked home with Afikah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sign off,&lt;br /&gt;(I would not post so often already. This might sound insane but I'm already starting my EYE revision. Got to buck up.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S: I keep using "madness" in my post! :) (Inside joke.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6600916019240056948-6796800059920496772?l=twentyninecentury.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twentyninecentury.blogspot.com/feeds/6796800059920496772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6600916019240056948&amp;postID=6796800059920496772' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6600916019240056948/posts/default/6796800059920496772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6600916019240056948/posts/default/6796800059920496772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twentyninecentury.blogspot.com/2010/06/term-3.html' title='Term 3.'/><author><name>Menda Taemin Hamasakey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03422494939785951841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kuvLUuW2qbg/TGPo-wXXMbI/AAAAAAAACbU/XWz2XRXlVkk/S220/DSC08687-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6600916019240056948.post-9216914290028465579</id><published>2010-06-23T18:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-23T18:30:55.090+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Uneasy.</title><content type='html'>I'm back after 8 days. It feels great to be blogging here again as I'm super addicted to Tumblr these few days, :/. My &lt;a href="http://hugyourpanda.tumblr.com"&gt;tumblr page&lt;/a&gt; is mostly flooded with SHINee and Ayumi Hamasaki. Oh yes, saw the cover for Moon/Blossom (Ayumi's next PV) and find it nice cause it's pink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I keep having these uneasy feeling these days, :(&lt;br /&gt;It feels like something good is going to happen, :)&lt;br /&gt;But I know it will not happen on me.&lt;br /&gt;I predit it would be something really bad.&lt;br /&gt;I HATE THIS FEELING WTH. &gt;:(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6600916019240056948-9216914290028465579?l=twentyninecentury.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twentyninecentury.blogspot.com/feeds/9216914290028465579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6600916019240056948&amp;postID=9216914290028465579' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6600916019240056948/posts/default/9216914290028465579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6600916019240056948/posts/default/9216914290028465579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twentyninecentury.blogspot.com/2010/06/uneasy.html' title='Uneasy.'/><author><name>Menda Taemin Hamasakey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03422494939785951841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kuvLUuW2qbg/TGPo-wXXMbI/AAAAAAAACbU/XWz2XRXlVkk/S220/DSC08687-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6600916019240056948.post-3999261030088734917</id><published>2010-06-15T15:16:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-15T16:11:30.819+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Holiday homeworks.</title><content type='html'>I have some objectives of this post.&lt;br /&gt;1) To test the camera quality for my new phone, Sony Ericsson Aino.&lt;br /&gt;2) To show my hideous handwriting while doing Mathematics homework.&lt;br /&gt;3) To continue the momentum of completing the rest of my homeworks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kuvLUuW2qbg/TBcrGP0P1jI/AAAAAAAACYM/vJneUv3WltI/s1600/DSC00022%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kuvLUuW2qbg/TBcs_zqI9gI/AAAAAAAACYc/ktYulXgS_p4/s1600/DSC00022%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 225px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482900546057205250" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kuvLUuW2qbg/TBcs_zqI9gI/AAAAAAAACYc/ktYulXgS_p4/s400/DSC00022%5B1%5D" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kuvLUuW2qbg/TBctAWGo-DI/AAAAAAAACYk/qK2p6BqD1is/s1600/DSC00025%5B2%5D"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 225px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482900555303548978" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kuvLUuW2qbg/TBctAWGo-DI/AAAAAAAACYk/qK2p6BqD1is/s400/DSC00025%5B2%5D" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;As you can see from above, that's my Mathematics homework but I don't really want to care whether my answers are correct or not. All I want you to care about is to compare my handwriting with question 2a and 50b. Compare it and you know what's the meaning of "I'm irritated to complete my work" handwriting. Indeed, I was really irritated and felt like tearing my Mathematics homework away. But I'm not that dumb to do it if not I'll have to complete everything all from the top again, which sounds really very stupid. Anyway, today's fake SHINee outing was cancelled. Oh yes, fake SHINee. I've not introduced the members to you, didn't I? I shall now hereby tell you. Me, Menda, is Key. Hazimah as Onew, Wayne as Jonghyun (as suggested from her blog url), Hazri is Taemin and Aishah as Minho. We've formed this group as we like each of the SHINee members. We planned to just roam around but it was cancelled as all of us could not make it except Hazimah. But it's pretty good to stay at home and try to complete homeworks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think, I would like to go to Snow City, Science Centre and Imax theatre as there's a student price which attracts me. I would like to go there and explore stuffs &amp;amp; find back old memories, especially in Snow City.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Who's with me?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Till then.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6600916019240056948-3999261030088734917?l=twentyninecentury.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twentyninecentury.blogspot.com/feeds/3999261030088734917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6600916019240056948&amp;postID=3999261030088734917' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6600916019240056948/posts/default/3999261030088734917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6600916019240056948/posts/default/3999261030088734917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twentyninecentury.blogspot.com/2010/06/holiday-homeworks.html' title='Holiday homeworks.'/><author><name>Menda Taemin Hamasakey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03422494939785951841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kuvLUuW2qbg/TGPo-wXXMbI/AAAAAAAACbU/XWz2XRXlVkk/S220/DSC08687-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kuvLUuW2qbg/TBcs_zqI9gI/AAAAAAAACYc/ktYulXgS_p4/s72-c/DSC00022%5B1%5D' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6600916019240056948.post-529924603447078</id><published>2010-06-14T14:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-14T15:17:20.698+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hundred.</title><content type='html'>100th post. Time flies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a good brunch at KFC today with Wayne as we wanted to go borrow some books for our English Homework. I borrowed 4 book and I doubt that I can finish all in 2 weeks time. A good time to reflect about my tremendously stupid English results.&lt;br /&gt;And also, I guess it's time for me to study. I only have 2 weeks left before school re-opening. I need to finish my homeworks. But I need someone to teach me Social Studies for the fact that I've lost interest in that subject due to my failure during mid-years and I did not understand the latest chapter, which results in a massive blank page for that piece of homework.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's wait for the thousand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good bye and have a good day. Till then.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6600916019240056948-529924603447078?l=twentyninecentury.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twentyninecentury.blogspot.com/feeds/529924603447078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6600916019240056948&amp;postID=529924603447078' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6600916019240056948/posts/default/529924603447078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6600916019240056948/posts/default/529924603447078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twentyninecentury.blogspot.com/2010/06/hundred.html' title='Hundred.'/><author><name>Menda Taemin Hamasakey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03422494939785951841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kuvLUuW2qbg/TGPo-wXXMbI/AAAAAAAACbU/XWz2XRXlVkk/S220/DSC08687-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6600916019240056948.post-6462264224333929793</id><published>2010-06-11T17:19:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-11T17:23:56.560+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Official.</title><content type='html'>I officially declare that I'm broke.&lt;br /&gt;I officially declare that I've not completed any single homework of mine.&lt;br /&gt;I officially declare that I love Mahjong.&lt;br /&gt;I officially declare that I miss Vietnam.&lt;br /&gt;I officially declare that I want to go to Genting.&lt;br /&gt;I officially declare that I need a rest. A good one.&lt;br /&gt;I officially declare that I'm excited for Ayumi's upcoming single.&lt;br /&gt;I officially declare that I'm saving for a 8GB/32GB iTouch.&lt;br /&gt;I officially declare that I'm in for Mathematics tuition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I officially declare that I'm bored.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rushing on time, good bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6600916019240056948-6462264224333929793?l=twentyninecentury.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twentyninecentury.blogspot.com/feeds/6462264224333929793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6600916019240056948&amp;postID=6462264224333929793' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6600916019240056948/posts/default/6462264224333929793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6600916019240056948/posts/default/6462264224333929793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twentyninecentury.blogspot.com/2010/06/official.html' title='Official.'/><author><name>Menda Taemin Hamasakey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03422494939785951841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kuvLUuW2qbg/TGPo-wXXMbI/AAAAAAAACbU/XWz2XRXlVkk/S220/DSC08687-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6600916019240056948.post-8132288977722331524</id><published>2010-06-10T17:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-10T17:25:49.102+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Holidays.</title><content type='html'>So, this post is about the awesome Vietnam Trip (30 May to 3 June), my other boring days plus the ELDDS Graduation Party (9 June).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's start. With everything be in point form.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30 May&lt;br /&gt;1. Reported in school at around 6am.&lt;br /&gt;2. Went to Changi Airport. Slightly went to update status on Facebook and Twitter.&lt;br /&gt;3. Went up to SQ172, seat number 58A.&lt;br /&gt;4. With Hilda's recommandation, watched "Glee" instead of "Avatar".&lt;br /&gt;5. Reached Vietnam at around 11:30am.&lt;br /&gt;6. Went to eat at Pho 2000.&lt;br /&gt;7. Transfer to Can Gio, 2 hours long bus ride! :D&lt;br /&gt;8. Monkey Island was amazing with the monkies hanging around the area.&lt;br /&gt;9. Took an exciting boat to the Guerilla Base.&lt;br /&gt;10. Listened to an old soldier about his experience in the Vietnam war.&lt;br /&gt;11. Went back to Can Gio Resort, the best resort ever. Check in, bathed, took pictures. Jump shots to be exact.&lt;br /&gt;12. Dine at Carrot Restaurant without serving anything with Carrots.&lt;br /&gt;13. Slept at room 302 with Hazimah. Aircon at 23 degrees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31 May&lt;br /&gt;1. Packed luggage, had breakfast at Carrot Restaurant (Buffet Style) and checked out.&lt;br /&gt;2. Went to Can Gio Mangrove Protection Management Board.&lt;br /&gt;3. Afforestment! Stupid mud made my boots stucked.&lt;br /&gt;4. Went to Ho Chi Minh City, 2 hours long bus ride again! :)&lt;br /&gt;5. Lunch at Nha Hang Ngon, love the environment.&lt;br /&gt;6. City Tour! War Remnant Museum, Reunification Palace, Notre Dame Cathedral &amp;amp; Central Post Office.&lt;br /&gt;7. Check in Le Duy Hotel.&lt;br /&gt;8. Water Puppet Show!&lt;br /&gt;9. Dinner at a very romantic restaurant.&lt;br /&gt;10. Room 013 with Wayne and Hazimah due to some problems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 June&lt;br /&gt;1. Had breakfast buffet in the hotel.&lt;br /&gt;2. Went to Tay Ninh, Cao Dai Temple.&lt;br /&gt;3. Took many group pictures outside the temple due to the number of cameras produced by everyone.&lt;br /&gt;4. Lunched at "Happy House", which did not make us happy.&lt;br /&gt;5. Cu Chi Tunnel! :D&lt;br /&gt;6. Back to hotel.&lt;br /&gt;7. Room 305 with Livia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 June&lt;br /&gt;1. Breakfast buffet in the hotel.&lt;br /&gt;2. Transfer to My Tho - Mekong Delta.&lt;br /&gt;3. Learn about Rice Planting.&lt;br /&gt;4. Lunched at a restaurant.&lt;br /&gt;5. Boat cruise to Mekong Delta, visit Thoi Son Islet.&lt;br /&gt;6. Tasted some tropical fruits.&lt;br /&gt;7. Went to bee-hive gardens.&lt;br /&gt;8. Coconut candies production.&lt;br /&gt;9. Went back to Ho Chi Minh City.&lt;br /&gt;10. BEN THANH MARKET SHOPPING! With Wayne, Hazri and Benjamin.&lt;br /&gt;11. Dinner on cruise! :D&lt;br /&gt;12. Room 013 with Wayne.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 June&lt;br /&gt;1. Breakfast Buffet, ended up sick too.&lt;br /&gt;2. Binh An Secondary School Exchange! :)&lt;br /&gt;3. Lunch.&lt;br /&gt;4. Visit Everich Shoes.&lt;br /&gt;5. Free shopping at airport.&lt;br /&gt;6. Reflections with Benjamin and Sadiq.&lt;br /&gt;7. SQ 185, 58D. Beside Miss Sandra, o_o. Alice-in-wonderland(ed).&lt;br /&gt;8. 12am, home sweet home!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 - 8 June&lt;br /&gt;Wake Up &gt; Eat &gt; Play computer&gt; Eat &gt; TV &gt; Sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9 June&lt;br /&gt;1. Met Aiman, Dhacha, Shah &amp;amp; Syarafina at interchange.&lt;br /&gt;2. Went to Clementi to get party stuff and drinks.&lt;br /&gt;3. Met Cassandra, Brandon, Qianning and Angeline.&lt;br /&gt;4. Waited for others.&lt;br /&gt;5. Wanted to go collect pizza, rained, camwhored with Shah and sat like idiots at McDonalds.&lt;br /&gt;6. The party begins with a slice of pizza each and played "Charboo".&lt;br /&gt;7. Murderer-ed. Miss Elaine Lim is never a fun person to play with.&lt;br /&gt;8. Blind Mice Miss Lim.&lt;br /&gt;9. Homed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10 June&lt;br /&gt;Same holiday routine!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;, Happy birthday to my loved ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kuvLUuW2qbg/TBCtpUyxJtI/AAAAAAAACX8/fQpoHHaRCKU/s1600/Joan.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 150px; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481071671977780946" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kuvLUuW2qbg/TBCtpUyxJtI/AAAAAAAACX8/fQpoHHaRCKU/s200/Joan.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 June - Joan&lt;br /&gt;Joan darling, stay pretty and continue to love me. You're one of my great friends that share things with me. Last long with Eya! :D Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kuvLUuW2qbg/TBCto37gVmI/AAAAAAAACX0/NkMq1JcE_Lg/s1600/Haikal.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481071664229799522" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kuvLUuW2qbg/TBCto37gVmI/AAAAAAAACX0/NkMq1JcE_Lg/s200/Haikal.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10 June - Aiman&lt;br /&gt;Eh, lesbian partner! :D Stay sexy and be noisy as always!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kuvLUuW2qbg/TBCtplsDxLI/AAAAAAAACYE/8Su28S9bmsM/s1600/Sadiq.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481071676513043634" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kuvLUuW2qbg/TBCtplsDxLI/AAAAAAAACYE/8Su28S9bmsM/s200/Sadiq.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11 June - Sadiq&lt;br /&gt;You're indeed a great friend &amp;amp; please maintain noisy at all times! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6600916019240056948-8132288977722331524?l=twentyninecentury.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twentyninecentury.blogspot.com/feeds/8132288977722331524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6600916019240056948&amp;postID=8132288977722331524' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6600916019240056948/posts/default/8132288977722331524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6600916019240056948/posts/default/8132288977722331524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twentyninecentury.blogspot.com/2010/06/holidays.html' title='Holidays.'/><author><name>Menda Taemin Hamasakey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03422494939785951841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kuvLUuW2qbg/TGPo-wXXMbI/AAAAAAAACbU/XWz2XRXlVkk/S220/DSC08687-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kuvLUuW2qbg/TBCtpUyxJtI/AAAAAAAACX8/fQpoHHaRCKU/s72-c/Joan.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6600916019240056948.post-5998426590950337951</id><published>2010-05-28T15:00:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-28T16:33:23.810+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Vietnam here I come.</title><content type='html'>Days later and I'm going to set of to Vietnam. There's things I want to do there.&lt;br /&gt;1) Roooooooooooooooooool on the bed.&lt;br /&gt;2) Slack in their toilet, only if its nice!&lt;br /&gt;3) Take tons of picture with me, myself and I and compile it into an album!&lt;br /&gt;4) Sing with my awesome voice.&lt;br /&gt;5) Disturb Hazimah in our room! ^^&lt;br /&gt;6) BUY BARANG BARANG! \m/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, to my dear Strepsils Max (Blackcurrent flavor),&lt;br /&gt;You'll be my darling for the Vietnam trip. Heal my thorat!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6600916019240056948-5998426590950337951?l=twentyninecentury.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twentyninecentury.blogspot.com/feeds/5998426590950337951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6600916019240056948&amp;postID=5998426590950337951' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6600916019240056948/posts/default/5998426590950337951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6600916019240056948/posts/default/5998426590950337951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twentyninecentury.blogspot.com/2010/05/vietnam-here-i-come.html' title='Vietnam here I come.'/><author><name>Menda Taemin Hamasakey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03422494939785951841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kuvLUuW2qbg/TGPo-wXXMbI/AAAAAAAACbU/XWz2XRXlVkk/S220/DSC08687-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6600916019240056948.post-3666157958657002435</id><published>2010-05-27T16:31:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-27T16:57:02.901+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shock.</title><content type='html'>I've got terribly shocked by people despite being sick yesterday. Bully me. Chey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First shock, RAP Period.&lt;br /&gt;It was "Holes" question and answer on the board. My row got me to go up first. So, I was facind Lydyah and Mr. Namdi was behind me. I was drawing a smiley face on the board when Mr. Namdi suddenly shout "Okay, first question!" loudly behind me and I jumped. Makes me remind of my Secondary 2 Geography teacher - Miss "Baboom" Tan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second shock, Geography lesson.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Mr. Ong Shao Quan! (LOL). He threw a bottle like a basketball kid into the dusbin when he was behind me. The class was in dead silence, listening to Miss Chong. There was a "boom" beside my ears. I jumped again. And Shao Quan still asked, "Menda, you got shocked by me huh?".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Third shock, after Biology lesson.&lt;br /&gt;Was happily talking to Afikah and Abi. Walking on the way home when someone just called my name by my ears. I turned around and it was Sadiq. "Menda, got anything left behind?". (I knew that he would say this!). Of course I'll reply. And I remembered what Jiamin told me in the library about her CCA briefing. And obviously &lt;em&gt;someone&lt;/em&gt; missed it, :). Cause &lt;em&gt;someone&lt;/em&gt; went home. And I even pointed to the Oracle to prove to &lt;em&gt;someone&lt;/em&gt;. And that &lt;em&gt;someone&lt;/em&gt; was stomping on his foot. Dang funny. I think he almost cried. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last shock, on the way home.&lt;br /&gt;Alright, so someone wanted to find Mr. Hamin's car but failed. So, someone sat on the late-coming booth table and almost fainted. So, I decided to abandon someone and went home first. I step down to the carpark, and there's my fourth shock.&lt;br /&gt;"Menda! You pack for Vietnam already?!".&lt;br /&gt;And thank you, Sadiq. You must be honoured to see your big big name here. Thank you for giving me 2 shock in a day within 5 minutes! What a friend. 8)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I'm sick now with a high fever and there's like 3 more days to Vietnam. I need speedy recovery. Damn.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6600916019240056948-3666157958657002435?l=twentyninecentury.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twentyninecentury.blogspot.com/feeds/3666157958657002435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6600916019240056948&amp;postID=3666157958657002435' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6600916019240056948/posts/default/3666157958657002435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6600916019240056948/posts/default/3666157958657002435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twentyninecentury.blogspot.com/2010/05/shock.html' title='Shock.'/><author><name>Menda Taemin Hamasakey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03422494939785951841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kuvLUuW2qbg/TGPo-wXXMbI/AAAAAAAACbU/XWz2XRXlVkk/S220/DSC08687-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6600916019240056948.post-4611956434968108783</id><published>2010-05-22T22:05:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-22T22:23:31.569+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shuya Mizuno.</title><content type='html'>I've got a new love &amp;amp; his name is Shuya Mizuno!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;He has been Ayumi's dancer for I don't know how long, but I like him! (Enters many many smiley).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He can be cute at times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kuvLUuW2qbg/S_fmyIpz42I/AAAAAAAACWc/bOtnTmEmcm8/s1600/n139571290601_6187009_4600571.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 211px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474097621082825570" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kuvLUuW2qbg/S_fmyIpz42I/AAAAAAAACWc/bOtnTmEmcm8/s320/n139571290601_6187009_4600571.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kuvLUuW2qbg/S_fmxmLdQVI/AAAAAAAACWU/9uHqkU-RMqQ/s1600/n139571290601_6187008_7596300.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 235px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474097611828707666" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kuvLUuW2qbg/S_fmxmLdQVI/AAAAAAAACWU/9uHqkU-RMqQ/s320/n139571290601_6187008_7596300.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dramatic at times.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kuvLUuW2qbg/S_fmKqvDnuI/AAAAAAAACWM/qO-3j5hZOqM/s1600/n139571290601_6187524_750189.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 168px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474096943036866274" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kuvLUuW2qbg/S_fmKqvDnuI/AAAAAAAACWM/qO-3j5hZOqM/s320/n139571290601_6187524_750189.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kuvLUuW2qbg/S_fmKA9qqTI/AAAAAAAACWE/sp-LowFffOY/s1600/n139571290601_6187525_2326798.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 168px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474096931823855922" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kuvLUuW2qbg/S_fmKA9qqTI/AAAAAAAACWE/sp-LowFffOY/s320/n139571290601_6187525_2326798.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;He's always Ayumi's best partner at her Arena Tour Concerts. Dang dang kawaii!&lt;br /&gt;He has also appeared in Ayumi's PV. Like the one below, 'Marionette'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kuvLUuW2qbg/S_flDEnPQuI/AAAAAAAACV8/zdB8kfu7yHg/s1600/n139571290601_6187597_3417003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 182px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474095713032815330" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kuvLUuW2qbg/S_flDEnPQuI/AAAAAAAACV8/zdB8kfu7yHg/s320/n139571290601_6187597_3417003.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yeah, that guy having his shoulders rest on Ayumi, that guy! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here, 'Beautiful Fighters'.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kuvLUuW2qbg/S_foJlCPZqI/AAAAAAAACWk/UuPxtYZU_2U/s1600/n139571290601_6187596_4996239.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474099123350103714" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kuvLUuW2qbg/S_foJlCPZqI/AAAAAAAACWk/UuPxtYZU_2U/s320/n139571290601_6187596_4996239.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Although his hair is a little awkward. But still quite cute. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lastly, 'My Name's Women'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kuvLUuW2qbg/S_foJ9GBH_I/AAAAAAAACWs/0F9AXSdnXNQ/s1600/n139571290601_6187626_4149841.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474099129808396274" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kuvLUuW2qbg/S_foJ9GBH_I/AAAAAAAACWs/0F9AXSdnXNQ/s320/n139571290601_6187626_4149841.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Acting as a HOT dancer. I love the most.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Of course, there's still more that I've not finish searching. Like pictures from 'Blue Bird' and 'Part of Me'.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ayumi likes to have him in concerts and parties &amp;amp; they always look compatible. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kuvLUuW2qbg/S_flCwkbkcI/AAAAAAAACV0/aXPkHq-5B7I/s1600/n139571290601_6187511_729870.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 168px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474095707652329922" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kuvLUuW2qbg/S_flCwkbkcI/AAAAAAAACV0/aXPkHq-5B7I/s320/n139571290601_6187511_729870.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Too bad, they ain't couples. :(&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/6600916019240056948-4611956434968108783?l=twentyninecentury.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twentyninecentury.blogspot.com/feeds/4611956434968108783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6600916019240056948&amp;postID=4611956434968108783' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6600916019240056948/posts/default/4611956434968108783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6600916019240056948/posts/default/4611956434968108783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twentyninecentury.blogspot.com/2010/05/shuya-mizuno.html' title='Shuya Mizuno.'/><author><name>Menda Taemin Hamasakey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03422494939785951841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kuvLUuW2qbg/TGPo-wXXMbI/AAAAAAAACbU/XWz2XRXlVkk/S220/DSC08687-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kuvLUuW2qbg/S_fmyIpz42I/AAAAAAAACWc/bOtnTmEmcm8/s72-c/n139571290601_6187009_4600571.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6600916019240056948.post-5422203843207840771</id><published>2010-05-20T19:08:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-20T20:59:27.019+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love Life.</title><content type='html'>Losing a friend does not mean end of the world.&lt;br /&gt;It was another new start.&lt;br /&gt;I have a group of lovables - Shafina, Cheryl, Abi, Gina, Nadia, Sadiq, Henrick and Kenton!&lt;br /&gt;Love them till bitszxc! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I almost broke down yesterday due to the disappointment of my results.&lt;br /&gt;Today, another downfall. What a disgrace.&lt;br /&gt;English: 46/100, D7.&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes, I failed my English. So? I still have my CAs to pull my marks up. I believe that I can do it. I was shocked by my letter writing. Without the address, I still could get 20/30. What a miracle. Too bad, comprehension wholly pulled my marks down. Disgrace to myself.&lt;br /&gt;Mathematics: 38/100, F9.&lt;br /&gt;Expected. Now I'm down for Mathematics tuition. Darn. Someone save me.&lt;br /&gt;Chinese: 76/100, A1.&lt;br /&gt;If I did not get an A1 for Chinese, I might have already attempt suiside. Alright, I was kidding. It sucks not being the first. (Shut up, Menda). So, congrats to Beng Lee for getting 83 this time round. Zhi Hong with a 78 and Kenny with a 77. We're like the only A1s for this time round. Lucky, no one failed. I should try harder and score. (I was glad that oral pulled my marks up. I'm so good in talking, lol!)&lt;br /&gt;SS/GY: 29/100, F9.&lt;br /&gt;I totally don't expect and accept this. Sorry but, what the fuck? I wrote so much, I studied so much, nothing returned. It's nothing from nothing completely. Good game, Menda.&lt;br /&gt;Chemistry: 58/100, C5.&lt;br /&gt;Chemistry go die. Okay, kidding. At lease I won Ahmad! (Evil laughs). I was very very very jubilant with my 2nd essay question. Imagine that, 8/10. I'm a joyful girl! (Y)&lt;br /&gt;Biology: 60/100, B4.&lt;br /&gt;I love my Biology marks! Though I'm already one of the lowest in the class, I'm satisfied with my results already! I'm freaking contended though I made careless mistakes here-and-there.&lt;br /&gt;Core Literature: Unknown.&lt;br /&gt;I still don't know my marks yet but please, bless me for an A2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, I've finish elaborating about my most stupid results ever.&lt;br /&gt;Time for my better moments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was free period today.&lt;br /&gt;I felt so down. Jiamin lended me her earpiece for me to blast music to my ears, yayness. I blasted music all the way till Abi suggested to play "Murderer".&lt;br /&gt;So, this was how the game goes.&lt;br /&gt;It was actually a 4 people game among me, Cheryl, Shafina and Abi. Till we asked Boss, Kenton and Sadiq to join in. But Boss did not want to. And he was at his place, laughing at our actions, lol! Dang cute. So, I was the Murderer for 3 rounds I guess. It was fun. We're playing Uno tomorrow! Seriously, I love having them for free period. Spamming ourselves with games.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What an awesome day with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last thing, to (ahem).&lt;br /&gt;You're so freaking irresistable. When you appear again and talk. My heart melted againzxc. But I don't know why. Thank you for waiting for me today, :D.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reality is a traitor, it's easy for us to misjudge things. So, with your eyes, decide the worth of this place with your own standards.&lt;br /&gt;Just a puppet in disguise.&lt;br /&gt;愛しているよってどういう事?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6600916019240056948-5422203843207840771?l=twentyninecentury.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twentyninecentury.blogspot.com/feeds/5422203843207840771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6600916019240056948&amp;postID=5422203843207840771' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6600916019240056948/posts/default/5422203843207840771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6600916019240056948/posts/default/5422203843207840771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twentyninecentury.blogspot.com/2010/05/love-life.html' title='Love Life.'/><author><name>Menda Taemin Hamasakey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03422494939785951841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kuvLUuW2qbg/TGPo-wXXMbI/AAAAAAAACbU/XWz2XRXlVkk/S220/DSC08687-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6600916019240056948.post-2934221360400843105</id><published>2010-05-18T18:01:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-18T19:25:37.301+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Truth.</title><content type='html'>Everyone always wants to know the truth. People don't like to get backstabbed or betrayed. Nobody wants to be cheated repeatedly.&lt;br /&gt;Here, I shall not lie to myself anymore. I shall not put on a fake mask anymore.&lt;br /&gt;I'll be honest to myself this evening, 18 May 2010, 1801h.&lt;br /&gt;I was scared of the consequences when I want to post this. But, I'm finally ready.&lt;br /&gt;(IF ANYONES CARES, THEY WOULD CONTINUE TO READ THIS POST AND COMMENT. ESPECIALLY THE EXCO TEAM.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first thing I want to talk about suprisingly, Student Council.&lt;br /&gt;This is already the third year of me joining the big and warmth family. Oh, sorry. Let me change that previous sentence. It used to be full of warmth, everyone treated each other just like their family members. Exchange hugs, pictures and share jokes within a group or so. This year, everything changed so quickly. I cried so badly for nights when Miss Ang left the council. For that few days, I kept thinking that she abandoned us for no reason. But I finally found the reason at the second day of school. And I hope the reason was that she wanted us to be independent, strong and capable in whatever we're doing and facing.&lt;br /&gt;I always thought that I'm one of those people who is very committed to the council. Participate as many events as possible, do as much duties as possible and is very active towards almost anything in particular. Everything proved me so wrong. Eventually, I did not get what I want. Everytime, when I shout out my problems, I'm always the one at the fault. If there's any problem, it's always me and Aiman's fault. The both of us are always the one causing all the troubles cause we were too dramatic and we are the devils that bring in problems to the exco team. The others are always the angels and they are always at the right side. When I give out any ideas, I thought it would be useful even in a small matter but everything came out to be rubbish. My committment is always not seen by anyone. Even if it is seen, people treat me like Maria in the council. I always have to carry some heavy loads and end up finishing a bottle of Counter Pain once every 2 months. The sweat &amp;amp; tears I've shed, the energy I've wasted, the brain cells that I racked on projects and events, all wasted. So what's the point staying? The reason that I stay in the council is because I'm too weak. I can't let go of my feelings. Even to non-living things. Which obviously is attendance books. I've been doing that duty for 11 months and I wish to hit my first year of doing it. I hope someone gives me a certificate for it! (Haha.) Okay, back to story. I will also miss the very strong covalent bond (LOL) within the Secondary 3. I will miss the lovely Secondary 2 councillors that are really close to me. People like Andy, Shimin, Nadia, Darshani, Melinda, Haziqah, Jiayun, Serene, Randey, Yusuf, Alicia and Peiyu. (Sorry if I missed out your name). I would not miss Syahiran cause he's also in ELDDS. Haha! Of course, I'll miss Praveen from Secondary 1. Okay, he promised to help me for House Practise next year. Yay! :) And Saiyidah too! She finally reunion with me after 6 years. I'll miss her. Oh, back to topic.&lt;br /&gt;I really cannot find anymore reason to stay. My dreams tell me to leave, my angel and devil tell me to leave, my heart tell me to leave, my temptation tell me to leave, my friends tell me to leave. I tell myself to leave.&lt;br /&gt;What should I do? If you were in my shoes, will you quit because you had too much aggrieved past? Or you would stay because you cannot let go of feelings. Because, I used to have tiffs with Khalisah but she's my close friend now. Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;I really want to quit because I find everything unfair.&lt;br /&gt;I admit defeat. I've always been treated so not equally. I don't care if the others call me loser. Cause I'm destinated to be one loser in front of everyone's eyes.&lt;br /&gt;Miss Ang, I'm sorry I'm once again defeated. Thank you for wasting so many effort to lecture me, send me for leadership camps and expose me in many different things but, I ain't a good leader. My current 3 leadership positions are just names for fun. I'm sorry, I've let you down..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secondly, friendship.&lt;br /&gt;I've always been backstabbed and betrayed but the person will always come back and bite me, saying that I'm the main cause of everything. This feeling sucks. People change. They tend to fall into the trap of love. And neglect the friends that have been always been with them. This shows that I'm useless again! Wow, how great it is to be useless! I should go bang my head on the wall till I bleed and till someone cares. Throughout this voyage, I know who are the ones that are really my friends and the ones that really care.&lt;br /&gt;I let myself down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've decided to be a cold blooded animal. I cannot let feelings defeat me anymore. I want to become someone that everyone hates! \m/ That would be the best choice ever! So that no one cares how I feel. Live in their own world and wait for me to die, people.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6600916019240056948-2934221360400843105?l=twentyninecentury.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twentyninecentury.blogspot.com/feeds/2934221360400843105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6600916019240056948&amp;postID=2934221360400843105' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6600916019240056948/posts/default/2934221360400843105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6600916019240056948/posts/default/2934221360400843105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twentyninecentury.blogspot.com/2010/05/truth.html' title='Truth.'/><author><name>Menda Taemin Hamasakey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03422494939785951841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kuvLUuW2qbg/TGPo-wXXMbI/AAAAAAAACbU/XWz2XRXlVkk/S220/DSC08687-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6600916019240056948.post-3754099775883574945</id><published>2010-05-17T17:49:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-17T19:16:50.742+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Post MYE Celebration.</title><content type='html'>Having to survive mid-years was worth a celebration. I saw salvation during the last 10 minutes of Biology paper when Mr. Yang came in and smiled to the class. I screamed in my heart when my invigilator announced the end of paper. Which means, I've officially graduated from mid-years!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall just do a small evaluation for these few (torturing) days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. English Paper.&lt;br /&gt;English paper was rather okay for me. It wasn't that hard till I could not understand. I felt regretful writing another topic for the composition. Too bad, it's over. I hope I'm blessed to get at lease B4 for the examination.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Mathematics Paper.&lt;br /&gt;Both the papers made me anguished. I felt like killing myself or jump down a building (inside joke) and be dreadfully dead. Seriously, it was hard for me for the fact that I'm weak in Mathematics and blame myself for didn't have the heart to study more instead of my original load. Freaking contrition. D7 would already satisfy me. I'm easily pleased.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Chinese Paper.&lt;br /&gt;I love it! (Enters smiley). It was very easy for me. I love oral the most since it's my strongest part of the whole paper. Overall, Chinese is the subject that I'm most confident in. I must get an A1 if not I can go commit suicide, (inside joke again).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Social Studies / Elective Geography.&lt;br /&gt;I've always loved Social Studies, so it was great for me. But Geography can go die. Really. I was thinking, what's wrong with my Geography when I went to study for it already. (Cries and whines). I just feel that a B4 would put a smile on my face. B4 is enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Pure Chemistry.&lt;br /&gt;Another subject that can go die. (Inserts irritated face). Seriously, I think I've been very strong in Chemistry (better than Ahmad cause he always depend on my workbook for answers). But, the paper this time round confused me and combine science is seducing me to be a part of it. Oh god. B3 would do. (When I expected an A2 for myself).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Pure Biology.&lt;br /&gt;Biology was totally &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;yayness&lt;/span&gt;. I did not study for it and it came out quite easy for me since I always pay attention to Mr. Yang in class. (&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Actioness&lt;/span&gt;). Especially the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;MCQ&lt;/span&gt;. It was really straight forward. A bit easier than I expected. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt;! How lucky I am to be a Pure Biology student. I didn't regret taking this tremendous subject! (Smiles brightly). I can now aim for a B3! I'm just scared that I might disappoint myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Core Literature.&lt;br /&gt;Unseen Poem rocks to the max while Unseen Prose sucks to the max. At lease I can understand both the Poem and the Prose without the help of &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Aiman&lt;/span&gt; and Sean. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Unseen&lt;/span&gt; Poem was interesting and I like it. So, I want to post it here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;On Turning Ten&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The whole idea of it makes me feel&lt;br /&gt;like I'm coming down with something,&lt;br /&gt;something worse than any stomach ache&lt;br /&gt;or the headaches I get from reading in bad light--&lt;br /&gt;a kind of measles of the spirit,&lt;br /&gt;a mumps of the psyche,&lt;br /&gt;a disfiguring chicken pox of the soul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You tell me it is too early to be looking back,&lt;br /&gt;but that is because you have forgotten&lt;br /&gt;the perfect simplicity of being one&lt;br /&gt;and the beautiful complexity introduced by two.&lt;br /&gt;But I can lie on my bed and remember every digit.&lt;br /&gt;At four I was an Arabian Wizard.&lt;br /&gt;I could make myself invisible&lt;br /&gt;by drinking a glass of milk a certain way.&lt;br /&gt;At seven I was a soldier, a nine a prince.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now I am mostly at the window&lt;br /&gt;watching the late afternoon light.&lt;br /&gt;Back then it never fell so solemnly&lt;br /&gt;against the side of my tree house,&lt;br /&gt;and my bicycle never leaned against the garage&lt;br /&gt;as it does today,&lt;br /&gt;all the dark blue speed drained out of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the beginning of sadness, I say to myself,&lt;br /&gt;as I walk through the universe in my sneakers.&lt;br /&gt;It is time to say good-bye to my imaginary friends,&lt;br /&gt;time to turn the first big number.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems only yesterday I used to believe&lt;br /&gt;there was nothing under my skin but light.&lt;br /&gt;If you cut me I could shine.&lt;br /&gt;But now when I fall upon the sidewalks of life,&lt;br /&gt;I skin my knees, I bleed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By Billie Collins&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The poem seems so scared on turning ten-years-old which almost made me laugh during the examination itself. I'm such a sucker. I would like to dedicate the last post to certain people, I hope that you will do a reality check yourself. I'll be mad if I would to type out the Unseen Prose here. (Laughs). I understand the passage but I can't convert my thinking into words. I'm prepared to die for Unseen Prose. Aiming for an A2 for Core Literature.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, talking about post mid-years celebration, I intended to go out with &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Jiamin&lt;/span&gt; and grab some lunch at &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Gek&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Poh&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;McDonalds&lt;/span&gt;. In the end, the both of us joined Wayne, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Hazri&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Hazimah&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Aishah&lt;/span&gt; to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Bukit&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_14" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Batok&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_15" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;McDonalds&lt;/span&gt; since it's big. 2 storeys, I like it. We gossip there, as usual. Too bad, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_16" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Aiman&lt;/span&gt; was not there with us. If not it would make me laugh my lungs off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to the Circle Line and explore. Some of the different things about the Circle Line are:&lt;br /&gt;1. The train is shorter.&lt;br /&gt;2. You look taller when looking at the glass of the doors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kuvLUuW2qbg/S_EZGxPWSwI/AAAAAAAACU8/wAJd123j_IQ/s1600/DSC08575.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472182626319485698" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kuvLUuW2qbg/S_EZGxPWSwI/AAAAAAAACU8/wAJd123j_IQ/s320/DSC08575.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at how tall me and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_17" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Jiamin&lt;/span&gt; were in the train!&lt;br /&gt;3. The stations are nicely decorated. I mean, built. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kuvLUuW2qbg/S_EZGusCs0I/AAAAAAAACU0/Fg0gzVxERq0/s1600/DSC08572.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472182625634530114" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kuvLUuW2qbg/S_EZGusCs0I/AAAAAAAACU0/Fg0gzVxERq0/s320/DSC08572.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look, how happy &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_18" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Hazimah&lt;/span&gt; is at the Esplanade Station! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would like to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_19" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;recommend&lt;/span&gt; everyone to visit Stadium Station as it's really very nice! The floors are mainly blue and green colour, bringing a taste of Earth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kuvLUuW2qbg/S_EZHBCOIII/AAAAAAAACVE/w_AKPPnkwFg/s1600/DSC08578.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472182630559391874" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kuvLUuW2qbg/S_EZHBCOIII/AAAAAAAACVE/w_AKPPnkwFg/s320/DSC08578.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lift there, it's built in a way that both sides can be seen through. Nevertheless, it was picture time! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kuvLUuW2qbg/S_EZHvioQ2I/AAAAAAAACVU/unyCZ4xL8bw/s1600/DSC08582.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472182643043353442" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kuvLUuW2qbg/S_EZHvioQ2I/AAAAAAAACVU/unyCZ4xL8bw/s320/DSC08582.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kuvLUuW2qbg/S_EZHbMMpvI/AAAAAAAACVM/EbG5nt4JS6A/s1600/DSC08581.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472182637580560114" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kuvLUuW2qbg/S_EZHbMMpvI/AAAAAAAACVM/EbG5nt4JS6A/s320/DSC08581.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Left: Me and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_20" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Jiamin&lt;/span&gt;, acting as if we were trapped.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Right: &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_21" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Hazimah&lt;/span&gt; and Wayne, acting cool. (&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_22" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt;!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The interesting I find about Circle Line is that they are supported by a Y-Shaped pillar that looks so cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kuvLUuW2qbg/S_EZVEw6-9I/AAAAAAAACVc/8sGS_xxpnR8/s1600/DSC08585.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472182872078744530" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kuvLUuW2qbg/S_EZVEw6-9I/AAAAAAAACVc/8sGS_xxpnR8/s320/DSC08585.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This can be seen in most of the stations. The idea is well bought.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, if you got the time, do explore the Circle Line! I just can't wait for the Circle Line that's under construction to be opened soon! Stations like Holland Village, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_23" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Buona&lt;/span&gt; Vista, Haw Par Villa all the way to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_24" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Harbourfront&lt;/span&gt;! Looks like going into Holland Village to enjoy some bubblegum ice-cream would be easier with Circle Line. I should bring the gang there and try out the ice-cream.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lastly, I have some words to tell someone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was glad that I received your message, knowing that you've drifted apart with me. Actually, if you did realise, we both have drifted apart ever since that event that you wanted to participate. You got so close with her but I was okay with it. Till the appearance of him, we drifted even more. I'm not trying to deny your latest friendship. It's not &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_25" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;anyone's&lt;/span&gt; fault. But I just hope that you would crap to your best friends like before.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Or we ain't best friends anymore?&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/6600916019240056948-3754099775883574945?l=twentyninecentury.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twentyninecentury.blogspot.com/feeds/3754099775883574945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6600916019240056948&amp;postID=3754099775883574945' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6600916019240056948/posts/default/3754099775883574945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6600916019240056948/posts/default/3754099775883574945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twentyninecentury.blogspot.com/2010/05/post-mye-celebration.html' title='Post MYE Celebration.'/><author><name>Menda Taemin Hamasakey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03422494939785951841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kuvLUuW2qbg/TGPo-wXXMbI/AAAAAAAACbU/XWz2XRXlVkk/S220/DSC08687-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kuvLUuW2qbg/S_EZGxPWSwI/AAAAAAAACU8/wAJd123j_IQ/s72-c/DSC08575.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6600916019240056948.post-5830560990558604229</id><published>2010-05-16T15:09:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-16T16:23:14.291+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Class partners ftw.</title><content type='html'>Looking at both Hazimah and Wayne's blog post, I decided to post about my partners too.&lt;br /&gt;So proud of myself! (For nothing.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secondary 1: Sadiq, Zhetao, Yiutung for awhile then alone.&lt;br /&gt;I sat with Sadiq for about a few weeks or so. Then Zhetao and Weiye came. I was being sabotaged to sit with Zhetao to be his "all-time translator" and I bid Sadiq farewell while he sits with Ahmad.&lt;br /&gt;(That period of time, the two guys get so close until Jiamin, Hazri and I laugh at their actions.)&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Zhetao was a nightmare, really. Weiye was way much better than Zhetao (for me and Weihong's perspectives).&lt;br /&gt;After Zhetao went back to China, I sat alone in class! :)&lt;br /&gt;That was my best moments ever. Get to hum some songs in class without anyone knowing.&lt;br /&gt;Then, Yiutung came over and sat with me cause Mr. Siva find him too noisy. But he was the one that made me went to Band A class for Mathematics during Secondary 2. Soon, he went back to his seat and I was all alone at the back. (Awww) But it was an interesting experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secondary 2: Sadiq (again) ._.&lt;br /&gt;I guess Secondary 2 was the best one. When Miss Mok arranged for me to sit with him, I was like, "You again?!". My own thinking proved me wrong.&lt;br /&gt;He was actually a caring partner (not like Ahmad in Secondary 3 column, haha!). All thanks to his teaching in science, I get to be in 3E5 now, ^^.&lt;br /&gt;I get to know him a lot when we got into the same project work group and found that we've a lot of similarities. Cool.&lt;br /&gt;I managed to "get rid" of him cause Wayne wanted to change sit with me so that she could talk to Syiqin. But, somehow, someone went to change sit with him and I ended up sitting with him during the last day with Fadil at the front. Lol. He must thank me for persuading him to take double science. Hah. Till now he's still my good friend. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secondary 3: Ahmad&lt;br /&gt;Traumatic experience, lol! Not saying that he's bad but he likes to provoke me in class. Haha! He dosen't teach me Mathematics. :( Awww. Never mind. Still have months to go. I shall see how things goes. Whether Mrs Ng will change my partner.&lt;br /&gt;But, if Mrs Ng changes him away, I think I'll miss his jokes!&lt;br /&gt;Cause he likes to prank about people. ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6600916019240056948-5830560990558604229?l=twentyninecentury.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twentyninecentury.blogspot.com/feeds/5830560990558604229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6600916019240056948&amp;postID=5830560990558604229' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6600916019240056948/posts/default/5830560990558604229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6600916019240056948/posts/default/5830560990558604229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twentyninecentury.blogspot.com/2010/05/class-partners-ftw.html' title='Class partners ftw.'/><author><name>Menda Taemin Hamasakey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03422494939785951841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kuvLUuW2qbg/TGPo-wXXMbI/AAAAAAAACbU/XWz2XRXlVkk/S220/DSC08687-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6600916019240056948.post-2984812239686277215</id><published>2010-05-13T17:17:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-13T17:30:55.674+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oral Campaign.</title><content type='html'>I love my mouth too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some uses of your mouth:&lt;br /&gt;- Roll your churned food into bolus and swallow that pathetic down, waiting for digestion to occur.&lt;br /&gt;- TO SING LIKE MAD \m/&lt;br /&gt;- Crap about almost everything.&lt;br /&gt;- To give an irritating smile.&lt;br /&gt;- Sometimes, enable breathing.&lt;br /&gt;- Say how much you adore something. Like, OHMYGOD, SPONGEBOB! ._.&lt;br /&gt;- Damn useful for oral examinations.&lt;br /&gt;- Laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was Biology test.&lt;br /&gt;It was managable.&lt;br /&gt;I understand the question, I know the logic, I know the answer.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know how to write in words, -.-&lt;br /&gt;How I wish Biology and Literature was in oral form.&lt;br /&gt;Where I can just say my answers in a recorder and send a copy to the marker.&lt;br /&gt;It's way easier writing for a talkative person like me.&lt;br /&gt;Cause if one day, some one go and amputate his/her arm, (touchwood).&lt;br /&gt;Oral would be the best way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SUPPORT ORAL FORM OF EXAMINATION FOR SUBJECTS CAMPAIGN!&lt;br /&gt;Yayness.&lt;br /&gt;._.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6600916019240056948-2984812239686277215?l=twentyninecentury.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twentyninecentury.blogspot.com/feeds/2984812239686277215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6600916019240056948&amp;postID=2984812239686277215' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6600916019240056948/posts/default/2984812239686277215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6600916019240056948/posts/default/2984812239686277215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twentyninecentury.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-love-my-mouth.html' title='Oral Campaign.'/><author><name>Menda Taemin Hamasakey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03422494939785951841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kuvLUuW2qbg/TGPo-wXXMbI/AAAAAAAACbU/XWz2XRXlVkk/S220/DSC08687-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6600916019240056948.post-1820202787641109591</id><published>2010-05-12T14:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-12T15:24:14.121+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Let's tolerate.</title><content type='html'>Let's tolerate with exams.&lt;br /&gt;Down with 11 papers, I only have 3 more to go.&lt;br /&gt;Looks like salvation's near, Menda. Just endure and everything would be alright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow's double science paper. Pure Biology Paper 2 and Pure Chemistry Paper 1.&lt;br /&gt;Yayness.&lt;br /&gt;I'm kinda confident with my science papers since I've put in a lot of effort in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bet, tomorrow's Pure Biology paper.&lt;br /&gt;Usually, with the same uniform yet different mind-set and clique.&lt;br /&gt;Always having this vainglorious mind-set about our papers.&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow, everyone, with the same uniform and same expression.&lt;br /&gt;Walks in to our examination room, with reticence and solemness.&lt;br /&gt;Examination starts, all you hear is scribbling and pen clicking sound.&lt;br /&gt;Once in a while, some sneezing here and there.&lt;br /&gt;Walking out with vulgaries shoot out from our mouth.&lt;br /&gt;Proving to the others that our innocent faces are fake.&lt;br /&gt;Then we shall head for the MCQ based Pure Chemistry.&lt;br /&gt;Which I want the answers to go A, B, C, D all the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow sounds great.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6600916019240056948-1820202787641109591?l=twentyninecentury.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twentyninecentury.blogspot.com/feeds/1820202787641109591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6600916019240056948&amp;postID=1820202787641109591' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6600916019240056948/posts/default/1820202787641109591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6600916019240056948/posts/default/1820202787641109591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twentyninecentury.blogspot.com/2010/05/lets-tolerate.html' title='Let&apos;s tolerate.'/><author><name>Menda Taemin Hamasakey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03422494939785951841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kuvLUuW2qbg/TGPo-wXXMbI/AAAAAAAACbU/XWz2XRXlVkk/S220/DSC08687-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6600916019240056948.post-4028430557050299096</id><published>2010-05-10T13:44:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-10T14:26:56.648+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Worst period.</title><content type='html'>9 papers down, 5 more to go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been a long time since I blogged but, I don't know what to blog about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Museum Night last Friday was the worst one.&lt;br /&gt;Of course, their boards were nice, good job.&lt;br /&gt;It's the duty that was the wrost one.&lt;br /&gt;I shall not mention about it, but it was indeed a disappointment.&lt;br /&gt;I've made a final decision with persuasion of Aiman, Rafiqah, Hazimah, Aishah, Wayne and Jiamin.&lt;br /&gt;Looks like I'm _______ soon. Yayness.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I really thank them for their help, cause I know that I can never complete the job alone.&lt;br /&gt;ALONE. A-L-O-N-E.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I've been working additionally hard on my weaker subjects like the deadly English, pernicious Mathematics and the freaking Geography.&lt;br /&gt;I want to get promoted to 4E! (Duh)&lt;br /&gt;I'm aiming for the following grades for my MYE.&lt;br /&gt;English: B4&lt;br /&gt;Mathematics: D7&lt;br /&gt;Chinese: A1&lt;br /&gt;Pure Chemistry: A2&lt;br /&gt;Pure Biology: B3&lt;br /&gt;Core Literature A2&lt;br /&gt;SS/GY: B4&lt;br /&gt;I aimed for D7 in Mathematics since I suck at it. And for the fact that I've recently joined the F9 gang.&lt;br /&gt;A D7 would satisfy me already. Of course, if I'm blessed, a C6 or C5 would sound great.&lt;br /&gt;I wouldn't crave to much for a B4 or above grade with my standard.&lt;br /&gt;I may want to kill myself if I fail my Core Literature this time round for the fact that I've never fail Literature before and wrote near to 800 words for my Unseen Poem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm revising hardly for Mathematics and Biology.&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully, I will pass both with flying colours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall sign off here with my new friggin' hair.&lt;br /&gt;Cheeras.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kuvLUuW2qbg/S-enAoXSUfI/AAAAAAAACUc/Ki6DCK4oPHw/s1600/dfsgfsdg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469523901741683186" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kuvLUuW2qbg/S-enAoXSUfI/AAAAAAAACUc/Ki6DCK4oPHw/s200/dfsgfsdg.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6600916019240056948-4028430557050299096?l=twentyninecentury.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twentyninecentury.blogspot.com/feeds/4028430557050299096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6600916019240056948&amp;postID=4028430557050299096' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6600916019240056948/posts/default/4028430557050299096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6600916019240056948/posts/default/4028430557050299096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twentyninecentury.blogspot.com/2010/05/worst-period.html' title='Worst period.'/><author><name>Menda Taemin Hamasakey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03422494939785951841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kuvLUuW2qbg/TGPo-wXXMbI/AAAAAAAACbU/XWz2XRXlVkk/S220/DSC08687-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kuvLUuW2qbg/S-enAoXSUfI/AAAAAAAACUc/Ki6DCK4oPHw/s72-c/dfsgfsdg.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6600916019240056948.post-5969064246104987109</id><published>2010-05-06T12:47:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-06T12:48:13.821+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Faces.</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;After Chemistry test, everyone's face was such a solemn. Those who went for Geography after that (including me) gave another unrelenting face. What a day.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chemistry was totally unexpected. Geography was even more unexpected.&lt;br /&gt;I hate myself.&lt;br /&gt;I need somewhere to vent my anger.&lt;br /&gt;Let's go shopping.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6600916019240056948-5969064246104987109?l=twentyninecentury.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twentyninecentury.blogspot.com/feeds/5969064246104987109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6600916019240056948&amp;postID=5969064246104987109' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6600916019240056948/posts/default/5969064246104987109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6600916019240056948/posts/default/5969064246104987109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twentyninecentury.blogspot.com/2010/05/faces.html' title='Faces.'/><author><name>Menda Taemin Hamasakey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03422494939785951841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kuvLUuW2qbg/TGPo-wXXMbI/AAAAAAAACbU/XWz2XRXlVkk/S220/DSC08687-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6600916019240056948.post-7339841697288762775</id><published>2010-05-04T17:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-04T17:27:37.216+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Farewell.</title><content type='html'>I deleted some post due to frustration but I hope that I don't regret.&lt;br /&gt;Till I come back this Friday to post again and vent out my anger,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should go study now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6600916019240056948-7339841697288762775?l=twentyninecentury.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twentyninecentury.blogspot.com/feeds/7339841697288762775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6600916019240056948&amp;postID=7339841697288762775' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6600916019240056948/posts/default/7339841697288762775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6600916019240056948/posts/default/7339841697288762775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twentyninecentury.blogspot.com/2010/05/farewell.html' title='Farewell.'/><author><name>Menda Taemin Hamasakey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03422494939785951841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kuvLUuW2qbg/TGPo-wXXMbI/AAAAAAAACbU/XWz2XRXlVkk/S220/DSC08687-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6600916019240056948.post-6948535568381380619</id><published>2010-05-03T18:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-03T19:00:38.674+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Weeks to years.</title><content type='html'>Can't deny, can't pretend. I've enough of everything.&lt;br /&gt;Seeked Ray's advice and decided to blog about my enmity, malice, venom, detestion, sorrow and frustrations.&lt;br /&gt;I've loads of words to tell some people. Although this post can never fully express what I've got to say, but I hope that, at lease some words would shoot the feelings to the hearts of the people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To you, my ex-best friend and ex-'sister'. (Although you both are still my friend, for now.)&lt;br /&gt;We used to be very close like sisters. What ever problems I had, I share with you and you will share mine with me. We used to sit together in any occations that we attend together. But after that darn programme, everything changed.&lt;br /&gt;It's not your fault to participate and get close with her. But I just feel that the both of you are getting too close until you did not realise that you neglected me. Yes, I know you might think that I'm too obssessed or what, you can comment that to yourself. But it's like, every week you only spend not even 1 hour with me to talk. While on the other hand, you message her like mad, share more problems with her just because the both of you have the same personality. What about me?&lt;br /&gt;You will only go out with her. And when the both of you see me together with my friends, then you'll only blame me for not calling you all when I don't even know that the both of you are going out together without me. Great, so it's all my fault? Okay, it's my fault. The both of you might have some inside jokes that you all don't want to share with me, but I think that the both of you are getting too freaking close to make me lose another friendship! Does the both of you (vulgar)ing know how I feel?! What the (vulgar). My tolerance from 1 week became 1 month. Why not put it as a year or so?!&lt;br /&gt;I know what I did in the past was bad. I know that the both of you are much more prettier than who I am. But are you both going to just judge me on my appearance just because I'm hideous?! I know the both of you don't have much flaws than mine, but if this is going to affect this friendship, then so be it. With my flaws, at lease I still have some friends who really cares. When I ask them about this thing, they might not give the best advice (by telling me to blog and see whether you both can understand), but at lease they listened and cared. I've got somemore things to say.&lt;br /&gt;I AM (VULGAR)ING SICK OF THIS.&lt;br /&gt;I hope that the both of you sees this and know that I'm refering to the both of you..&lt;br /&gt;I'll let you all decide whether I can still be your friend or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FML.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6600916019240056948-6948535568381380619?l=twentyninecentury.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twentyninecentury.blogspot.com/feeds/6948535568381380619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6600916019240056948&amp;postID=6948535568381380619' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6600916019240056948/posts/default/6948535568381380619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6600916019240056948/posts/default/6948535568381380619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twentyninecentury.blogspot.com/2010/05/weeks-to-years.html' title='Weeks to years.'/><author><name>Menda Taemin Hamasakey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03422494939785951841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kuvLUuW2qbg/TGPo-wXXMbI/AAAAAAAACbU/XWz2XRXlVkk/S220/DSC08687-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6600916019240056948.post-7682492331577403221</id><published>2010-04-25T18:47:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-25T19:03:59.147+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Investiture Prep!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kuvLUuW2qbg/S9QgI1eIoyI/AAAAAAAACTk/ObyPeQuy6BM/s1600/25392_1440155766018_1296773887_1253893_2898206_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464027584071770914" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kuvLUuW2qbg/S9QgI1eIoyI/AAAAAAAACTk/ObyPeQuy6BM/s320/25392_1440155766018_1296773887_1253893_2898206_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Howdy folks.&lt;br /&gt;It was investiture preparation yesterday and I'm like so nervous about tomorrow. &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here are some pictures to show how 'enjoyable' yesterday was.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay it was pretty enjoyable, I admit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kuvLUuW2qbg/S9Qd4mIWoLI/AAAAAAAACTE/kRBeQ8vaKNA/s1600/25392_1440150805894_1296773887_1253772_5152913_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 296px; HEIGHT: 195px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464025106052718770" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kuvLUuW2qbg/S9Qd4mIWoLI/AAAAAAAACTE/kRBeQ8vaKNA/s320/25392_1440150805894_1296773887_1253772_5152913_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kuvLUuW2qbg/S9Qd47Xy40I/AAAAAAAACTM/-riIX4y19X4/s1600/25392_1440150845895_1296773887_1253773_814704_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 285px; HEIGHT: 195px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464025111754629954" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kuvLUuW2qbg/S9Qd47Xy40I/AAAAAAAACTM/-riIX4y19X4/s320/25392_1440150845895_1296773887_1253773_814704_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I like these pictures cause they were taken within 2 seconds. And my face being a total crap. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But, it seems like Nasiruddin, Faizal and Sadiq's face is totally the same.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kuvLUuW2qbg/S9Qd4cJIFwI/AAAAAAAACS8/UemrNVKiy2Y/s1600/25392_1440150565888_1296773887_1253767_1641571_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464025103371605762" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kuvLUuW2qbg/S9Qd4cJIFwI/AAAAAAAACS8/UemrNVKiy2Y/s320/25392_1440150565888_1296773887_1253767_1641571_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like this picture cause I look very short here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kuvLUuW2qbg/S9Qd32gNDiI/AAAAAAAACS0/RhnylXMkfMU/s1600/25392_1440149685866_1296773887_1253746_3158864_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464025093267852834" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kuvLUuW2qbg/S9Qd32gNDiI/AAAAAAAACS0/RhnylXMkfMU/s320/25392_1440149685866_1296773887_1253746_3158864_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I like this picture cause my face look alike with Aqilah's.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kuvLUuW2qbg/S9Qd3ZesMPI/AAAAAAAACSs/tChca3rlwrw/s1600/25392_1440149125852_1296773887_1253732_6771300_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464025085476876530" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kuvLUuW2qbg/S9Qd3ZesMPI/AAAAAAAACSs/tChca3rlwrw/s320/25392_1440149125852_1296773887_1253732_6771300_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;While I was arranging the Secondary 3 Student Leaders.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, after the other leaders left, it's time for the exco to have some fun taking pictures while doing our formation.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 160px; HEIGHT: 107px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464027573433869122" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kuvLUuW2qbg/S9QgIN13I0I/AAAAAAAACTU/xdBZcLYZSIE/s320/25392_1440155286006_1296773887_1253881_1216080_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kuvLUuW2qbg/S9QgJHmC4cI/AAAAAAAACTs/WWOj9hJsOp4/s1600/25392_1440155526012_1296773887_1253887_641525_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 160px; HEIGHT: 107px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464027588936786370" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kuvLUuW2qbg/S9QgJHmC4cI/AAAAAAAACTs/WWOj9hJsOp4/s320/25392_1440155526012_1296773887_1253887_641525_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kuvLUuW2qbg/S9QgIp1l-9I/AAAAAAAACTc/l-UTWiePWGQ/s1600/25392_1440155486011_1296773887_1253886_920160_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 160px; HEIGHT: 107px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464027580948937682" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kuvLUuW2qbg/S9QgIp1l-9I/AAAAAAAACTc/l-UTWiePWGQ/s320/25392_1440155486011_1296773887_1253886_920160_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kuvLUuW2qbg/S9QgJw1CCPI/AAAAAAAACT0/wFne8A_3Fgk/s1600/25392_1440155846020_1296773887_1253895_2211971_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 160px; HEIGHT: 107px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464027600005499122" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kuvLUuW2qbg/S9QgJw1CCPI/AAAAAAAACT0/wFne8A_3Fgk/s320/25392_1440155846020_1296773887_1253895_2211971_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love die exco team to the max!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6600916019240056948-7682492331577403221?l=twentyninecentury.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twentyninecentury.blogspot.com/feeds/7682492331577403221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6600916019240056948&amp;postID=7682492331577403221' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6600916019240056948/posts/default/7682492331577403221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6600916019240056948/posts/default/7682492331577403221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twentyninecentury.blogspot.com/2010/04/investiture-prep.html' title='Investiture Prep!'/><author><name>Menda Taemin Hamasakey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03422494939785951841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kuvLUuW2qbg/TGPo-wXXMbI/AAAAAAAACbU/XWz2XRXlVkk/S220/DSC08687-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kuvLUuW2qbg/S9QgI1eIoyI/AAAAAAAACTk/ObyPeQuy6BM/s72-c/25392_1440155766018_1296773887_1253893_2898206_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6600916019240056948.post-3332534552177580736</id><published>2010-04-23T20:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-23T20:26:49.552+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Great smile.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kuvLUuW2qbg/S9GR6z_0C5I/AAAAAAAACR8/MT08ShLGEl0/s1600/loveheartfont1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 250px; HEIGHT: 250px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463308262553422738" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kuvLUuW2qbg/S9GR6z_0C5I/AAAAAAAACR8/MT08ShLGEl0/s400/loveheartfont1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's all I've got to say to you, :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6600916019240056948-3332534552177580736?l=twentyninecentury.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twentyninecentury.blogspot.com/feeds/3332534552177580736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6600916019240056948&amp;postID=3332534552177580736' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6600916019240056948/posts/default/3332534552177580736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6600916019240056948/posts/default/3332534552177580736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twentyninecentury.blogspot.com/2010/04/great-smile.html' title='Great smile.'/><author><name>Menda Taemin Hamasakey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03422494939785951841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kuvLUuW2qbg/TGPo-wXXMbI/AAAAAAAACbU/XWz2XRXlVkk/S220/DSC08687-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kuvLUuW2qbg/S9GR6z_0C5I/AAAAAAAACR8/MT08ShLGEl0/s72-c/loveheartfont1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6600916019240056948.post-433282958561248567</id><published>2010-04-22T20:29:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-22T21:49:25.372+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Temptation and again.</title><content type='html'>I told myself not to blog but here I am.&lt;br /&gt;Basically, I got an MC yesterday and I finally got a rest. But, I missed the exciting day yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;1) RAP Drama&lt;br /&gt;2) Geography Test&lt;br /&gt;3) NAPFA Test&lt;br /&gt;And really, it's stressing me out of my head. I don't know what to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's talk about today, another monumental day for me.&lt;br /&gt;I totally dragged myself to school without another day of MC. Sad me. It was the announcement for the 2010 exco team.&lt;br /&gt;I'm now the Head of Logistics.&lt;br /&gt;I wanted something awesome like the welfare, discipline or projects. I felt totally speechless. All I can do is to bow to the other leaders. I can't say how I feel. Never mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was Maths.&lt;br /&gt;I was sleeping for 3/4 of the lesson! ^^ So happy to behave this way since I was sick. And for the fact that both my medicine causes drowsiness. Oh, whatever.&lt;br /&gt;Chemistry test was easy. Only MCQ plus Ionic and Covalent bonding drawing. I like!&lt;br /&gt;Then had free period.&lt;br /&gt;Stuggled maths and decided to stay back with Sadiq to complete it after school. Was talking to the others about how I felt yesterday and blasted music into my ears for the whole of 3 periods.&lt;br /&gt;I love myself.&lt;br /&gt;Chinese was nothing. Had jobs done and, went for lunch break.&lt;br /&gt;Biology, I did not get to understand anything. I was seriously having a headache and don't know what to do. *Shows sad face*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, the tourturing maths stay back. Went well actually.&lt;br /&gt;Got helped from Jiamin and even crapped with Mifdhal together. Had a great time actually. Talk about someone. GR2. If you get what I mean! Covalent bonding ftw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To two people who I care, a lot.&lt;br /&gt;First, Hazimah.&lt;br /&gt;Okay. Maybe I don't really know what's wrong. But seeing your post being so emo makes me feel so down, too. I want to see the bubbly Hazimah. I know what happened these few days are bothering you a lot but I want you to forget all these feelings that make you tormented and move on. Exams are coming and endure till the marking day. We'll come together and talk, okay? We will say out what's bothering us together and make things right, ^^.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secondly, Joan.&lt;br /&gt;Alrighty Joan. What you've encounted is the worse I know. I've never seen a teacher who treats the student this way. She was too overboarded. I agree with you. Try not to get troubled with these things first, okay? I know you can make it. You're strong. Your smile is nice okay. Smile more, ^^.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girls, be strong. Never show your fears and tears. We shall not run away nor hide away. Stay strong okay. Throw out what's bothering you. We shall face everything together.&lt;br /&gt;I love you people, :)&lt;br /&gt;Last laugh,&lt;br /&gt;"It's 2 to 10!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6600916019240056948-433282958561248567?l=twentyninecentury.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twentyninecentury.blogspot.com/feeds/433282958561248567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6600916019240056948&amp;postID=433282958561248567' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6600916019240056948/posts/default/433282958561248567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6600916019240056948/posts/default/433282958561248567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twentyninecentury.blogspot.com/2010/04/temptation-and-again.html' title='Temptation and again.'/><author><name>Menda Taemin Hamasakey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03422494939785951841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kuvLUuW2qbg/TGPo-wXXMbI/AAAAAAAACbU/XWz2XRXlVkk/S220/DSC08687-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6600916019240056948.post-4398996309143946560</id><published>2010-04-20T20:17:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-20T20:19:48.060+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Elated.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;EXAMINATION BREAK.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will come back posting on 17 May.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace out, cheeras and all the best to you lovers out there. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;I kinda like you now, again! :/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6600916019240056948-4398996309143946560?l=twentyninecentury.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twentyninecentury.blogspot.com/feeds/4398996309143946560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6600916019240056948&amp;postID=4398996309143946560' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6600916019240056948/posts/default/4398996309143946560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6600916019240056948/posts/default/4398996309143946560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twentyninecentury.blogspot.com/2010/04/elated.html' title='Elated.'/><author><name>Menda Taemin Hamasakey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03422494939785951841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kuvLUuW2qbg/TGPo-wXXMbI/AAAAAAAACbU/XWz2XRXlVkk/S220/DSC08687-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6600916019240056948.post-1104260931337614857</id><published>2010-04-17T20:28:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-17T21:13:03.148+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cry in the rain.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kuvLUuW2qbg/S8mqQd1ylgI/AAAAAAAACRs/on2QPsKrfLg/s1600/498845c2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 134px; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461083223028307458" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kuvLUuW2qbg/S8mqQd1ylgI/AAAAAAAACRs/on2QPsKrfLg/s200/498845c2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;"You will be the only flower that will bloom in the dark."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Howdy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, today was supposingly a good day for me. Since it was Shah's birthday. Happy birthday Shah! But in the bus, on the way to Bugis Library, we sang a birthday song for him. Yet Syahiran acknowledged it by "thanking" us for singing it, and Miss Lim went to wish the wrong person. She only realised it at the end of the day, such a crap! I shall hereby announce that Syahiran's got good acting skills. Potential actor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The competition was crap.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It did not went well. I was very disappointed at myself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;"When you are sad, many things will come into your mind."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It really did. I thought of so many things, and the consequences. It was really a sad thing to see that trophy fly away just like that. I also thought of some things. I find that I'm a failure and I'm totally, useless. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I only add on to trouble.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, I suddenly thought/feel somethings. I mean, 3 things.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Firstly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am sensitive towards myself. And &lt;em&gt;yet&lt;/em&gt;, I never ever change. I'm still that sensitive.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Secondly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It feels like I'm out of the "team". The excitement community team.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lastly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;I guess I still need you.&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/6600916019240056948-1104260931337614857?l=twentyninecentury.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twentyninecentury.blogspot.com/feeds/1104260931337614857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6600916019240056948&amp;postID=1104260931337614857' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6600916019240056948/posts/default/1104260931337614857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6600916019240056948/posts/default/1104260931337614857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twentyninecentury.blogspot.com/2010/04/cry-in-rain.html' title='Cry in the rain.'/><author><name>Menda Taemin Hamasakey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03422494939785951841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kuvLUuW2qbg/TGPo-wXXMbI/AAAAAAAACbU/XWz2XRXlVkk/S220/DSC08687-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kuvLUuW2qbg/S8mqQd1ylgI/AAAAAAAACRs/on2QPsKrfLg/s72-c/498845c2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6600916019240056948.post-2865849409525520280</id><published>2010-04-16T20:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-16T21:46:30.953+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Confound.</title><content type='html'>Mixed feelings for the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly,&lt;br /&gt;I am uber nervous about the drama competition finals tomorrow. (Note that finals, thank you.) I feel like jumping around like a little kid and bring out the seriousness tomorrow for the whole day. ELDDS, we can do it. We've got the faith, we've got the power. We will succeed. We will do our very best to strive for our progress.&lt;br /&gt;(Oh my god, that last line was part of Pandan Primary School song.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secondly,&lt;br /&gt;I feel so sad losing the long jump thingy. Just because my shoes were too big, I got 3 fouls in total. What the heck. My leg is suffering from a strong pain now and I hate it to the max.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Third,&lt;br /&gt;Today was the best hilarious day ever.&lt;br /&gt;After sports day, went to Jurong Point with Jiamin, Chindi, Aiman, Hazimah, Aishah and Hazri. Saw Yingsian there. We decided to go to Mac's and have a break.&lt;br /&gt;Oh but, we gossiped.&lt;br /&gt;We talked about Windows Xp, Cotton Lady, Kbox and CH3COOH (Ethanoic Acid).&lt;br /&gt;Laughed madly about them till there was an aunty who did not dare to eat her McSpicy as she was laughing with us. I can't forget especially the Cotton Lady part. Dang funny. Also talked about Aiman's trainee teachers which he acted and made me laugh till I stomach pain.&lt;br /&gt;Cheryl walked in with Carolyn which we were talking about CH3COOH.&lt;br /&gt;"That person also never say "hi" to us!" - Speaks Cheryl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last laugh,&lt;br /&gt;"You know what I am talking to you right?!" - Aiman in the (ahem) way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ALL THE BEST ELDDS. WE CAN MAKE MIRACLE HAPPEN TOMORROW.&lt;br /&gt;It's so going to be our day. Bless us.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6600916019240056948-2865849409525520280?l=twentyninecentury.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twentyninecentury.blogspot.com/feeds/2865849409525520280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6600916019240056948&amp;postID=2865849409525520280' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6600916019240056948/posts/default/2865849409525520280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6600916019240056948/posts/default/2865849409525520280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twentyninecentury.blogspot.com/2010/04/confound.html' title='Confound.'/><author><name>Menda Taemin Hamasakey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03422494939785951841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kuvLUuW2qbg/TGPo-wXXMbI/AAAAAAAACbU/XWz2XRXlVkk/S220/DSC08687-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6600916019240056948.post-3115165966105266872</id><published>2010-04-15T20:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-15T21:17:23.759+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bliss.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kuvLUuW2qbg/S8cNUERkVYI/AAAAAAAACRk/0FL0bgYBwqg/s1600/hsp01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 210px; HEIGHT: 144px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460347711605986690" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kuvLUuW2qbg/S8cNUERkVYI/AAAAAAAACRk/0FL0bgYBwqg/s200/hsp01.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I see a broken rose. I see a broken love. I see a broken trust. I see a broken tear.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Menda, enough of literature you dumb dumb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another blissful day without the presence of Mrs Ng. Talked to Miss Azlina again. She was also very shocked that Mrs Ng was absent. Many teachers said that it's not common to see her on MC. What's wrong?! I'm starting to get worried.&lt;br /&gt;So, Mathematics was under Miss Goh today. She gave a mock paper. And guess what,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;There was an answer sheet behind it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was at my corner screaming and passed the message to Ahmad, Yiutung, Khalisah and Xinwei. Mathematics had never been so fun!&lt;br /&gt;Did a test on Chemical Equations. Yiutung and Ahmad like to copy my answers a lot in short test, ^^. Prove how clever I am, lol! But I got wrong for Calcium Oxide. Goodbye one precious mark. I'll haunt you during MYE.&lt;br /&gt;Free period.&lt;br /&gt;Busy doing Biology and Chinese. Honourable Henrick Boss lended my chinese worksheet from me. So honoured. Yiutung must be jealous! :D&lt;br /&gt;Chinese, did composition. And I had totally no idea what I want to write. Out of my mind.&lt;br /&gt;Biology.&lt;br /&gt;Touched up on Nutrition in Plants. Played with balloons. Mr. Yang epic fail, ^^. He burst one of the balloons to Honourable Henrick Boss! Kenton, my Additional-Mathematics-Lover buddy scolded Mr. Yang and the whole class started to do the usual "ohh" thingy. Yiutung got mad. Hah! He also got me in charge for the filing thingy for the class. So honoured. Supposingly the person should be Honourable Henrick Boss. But he seem to be very &lt;em&gt;shy&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a bad day today after Biology. Shall not elaborate.&lt;br /&gt;Toodles.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6600916019240056948-3115165966105266872?l=twentyninecentury.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twentyninecentury.blogspot.com/feeds/3115165966105266872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6600916019240056948&amp;postID=3115165966105266872' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6600916019240056948/posts/default/3115165966105266872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6600916019240056948/posts/default/3115165966105266872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twentyninecentury.blogspot.com/2010/04/bliss.html' title='Bliss.'/><author><name>Menda Taemin Hamasakey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03422494939785951841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kuvLUuW2qbg/TGPo-wXXMbI/AAAAAAAACbU/XWz2XRXlVkk/S220/DSC08687-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kuvLUuW2qbg/S8cNUERkVYI/AAAAAAAACRk/0FL0bgYBwqg/s72-c/hsp01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6600916019240056948.post-3645184386449551531</id><published>2010-04-14T19:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-14T20:28:04.189+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Grieved.</title><content type='html'>The day actually started off well with Mrs Ng's absence from school, which was really a bliss until someone ruined my day by scolding me off my head. I had really enough sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fine, I'll bear with it.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chinese test, flunked. Target was a 45/50. Yet I only got a 42/50. What is this?! Okay shut up.&lt;br /&gt;Quite a disappointment for me. It's okay, I'll do my best during mid-years.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, talking about mid-years.&lt;br /&gt;Here's my timetable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28April2010 - Chinese Paper 1, Chinese Paper 2, Chinese Oral.&lt;br /&gt;29April2010 - English Paper 1, Social Studies.&lt;br /&gt;5May2010 - Elementary Mathematics Paper 1, Core Literature.&lt;br /&gt;6May2010 - Pure Chemistry Paper 2.&lt;br /&gt;7May2010 - No papers! :D&lt;br /&gt;10May2010 - Elective Geography.&lt;br /&gt;11May2010 - Elementary Mathematics Paper 2.&lt;br /&gt;12May2010 - English Paper 2.&lt;br /&gt;13May2010 - Pure Biology Paper 2, Pure Chemistry Paper 1.&lt;br /&gt;14May2010 - No papers! :D&lt;br /&gt;17May2010 - Pure Biology Paper 1.&lt;br /&gt;18May2010 - Marking day, ^^.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm having this good feeling, this good confidence that I'll pass all the above papers (except Elemetary Mathmatics). At lease a B grade for Core Literature and Pure Biology will satisfy me.&lt;br /&gt;I want an A for Pure Chemistry this time round and prove to Ahmad that I can teach him well + do well in exams.&lt;br /&gt;I'm a shero, hah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6600916019240056948-3645184386449551531?l=twentyninecentury.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twentyninecentury.blogspot.com/feeds/3645184386449551531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6600916019240056948&amp;postID=3645184386449551531' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6600916019240056948/posts/default/3645184386449551531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6600916019240056948/posts/default/3645184386449551531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twentyninecentury.blogspot.com/2010/04/grieved.html' title='Grieved.'/><author><name>Menda Taemin Hamasakey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03422494939785951841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kuvLUuW2qbg/TGPo-wXXMbI/AAAAAAAACbU/XWz2XRXlVkk/S220/DSC08687-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6600916019240056948.post-3444361242323001123</id><published>2010-04-12T22:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-12T22:34:20.810+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Turmoil.</title><content type='html'>Wellwellwell. Who do we have here?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, firstly, I would like to wish Ahmad, my class sitting irritating singer, a happy 15th birthday! ^^&lt;br /&gt;The both of us had fun while pointing to Sadiq when we were on the way to the hall and enchanting and pointing "14, 14, 14" to him while points and singing "15, 15, 15" to ourselves. Hah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Orchid Hybridisation was great. Mifdhal did something bad that made Sadiq threaten him by hugging him. Lol. In the end, we kept another soft copy. That only the both of us know about it. It was a great day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;If the space of your fingers are meant for someone else to fit on it, how about your toes?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6600916019240056948-3444361242323001123?l=twentyninecentury.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twentyninecentury.blogspot.com/feeds/3444361242323001123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6600916019240056948&amp;postID=3444361242323001123' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6600916019240056948/posts/default/3444361242323001123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6600916019240056948/posts/default/3444361242323001123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twentyninecentury.blogspot.com/2010/04/turmoil.html' title='Turmoil.'/><author><name>Menda Taemin Hamasakey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03422494939785951841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kuvLUuW2qbg/TGPo-wXXMbI/AAAAAAAACbU/XWz2XRXlVkk/S220/DSC08687-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6600916019240056948.post-1543037085921819562</id><published>2010-04-08T20:19:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-08T20:45:46.767+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What a feeling.</title><content type='html'>One of my best day in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chemistry lesson experiment was dang awesome. The experiment was great. I burst a vinegar egg in the class and it's fun! ^^ Free period was awesome playing with Shafina. I wanna thank Boss (Henrick) for lending me flexible curveee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To you:&lt;br /&gt;We seem so similar yet so different.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6600916019240056948-1543037085921819562?l=twentyninecentury.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twentyninecentury.blogspot.com/feeds/1543037085921819562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6600916019240056948&amp;postID=1543037085921819562' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6600916019240056948/posts/default/1543037085921819562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6600916019240056948/posts/default/1543037085921819562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twentyninecentury.blogspot.com/2010/04/what-feeling.html' title='What a feeling.'/><author><name>Menda Taemin Hamasakey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03422494939785951841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kuvLUuW2qbg/TGPo-wXXMbI/AAAAAAAACbU/XWz2XRXlVkk/S220/DSC08687-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6600916019240056948.post-782782848702055695</id><published>2010-04-03T19:56:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-03T19:59:24.246+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A sudden mood.</title><content type='html'>Studying can be fun too.&lt;br /&gt;But it's hard when I don't understand it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need a tutor badly.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6600916019240056948-782782848702055695?l=twentyninecentury.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twentyninecentury.blogspot.com/feeds/782782848702055695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6600916019240056948&amp;postID=782782848702055695' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6600916019240056948/posts/default/782782848702055695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6600916019240056948/posts/default/782782848702055695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twentyninecentury.blogspot.com/2010/04/sudden-mood.html' title='A sudden mood.'/><author><name>Menda Taemin Hamasakey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03422494939785951841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kuvLUuW2qbg/TGPo-wXXMbI/AAAAAAAACbU/XWz2XRXlVkk/S220/DSC08687-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6600916019240056948.post-6691416081967719318</id><published>2010-03-31T21:42:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-31T21:51:44.324+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Honesty.</title><content type='html'>Wipeout, Geography and Biology made my day go well.&lt;br /&gt;I find Geography very fascinating now and I seem to like Mdm Chan a lot. She makes sure that her students understand what she teach.&lt;br /&gt;I love Geography now! :&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To someone,&lt;br /&gt;I guess we need a break to talk to each other like before. Why did you even bother sign the card? I don't find the point when you can make all these kinds of comments. If you are really greatful, you shouldn't have do this kind of actions. I thought you were kind. Sorry, I find that you're not understanding enough. If you're really a friend, you should have not do all these things.&lt;br /&gt;Sorry once again but you don't understand me, enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll need a break from you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6600916019240056948-6691416081967719318?l=twentyninecentury.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twentyninecentury.blogspot.com/feeds/6691416081967719318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6600916019240056948&amp;postID=6691416081967719318' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6600916019240056948/posts/default/6691416081967719318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6600916019240056948/posts/default/6691416081967719318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twentyninecentury.blogspot.com/2010/03/speak-no-evil.html' title='Honesty.'/><author><name>Menda Taemin Hamasakey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03422494939785951841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kuvLUuW2qbg/TGPo-wXXMbI/AAAAAAAACbU/XWz2XRXlVkk/S220/DSC08687-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6600916019240056948.post-2927962553975933531</id><published>2010-03-29T22:16:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-30T21:20:21.173+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy 15 birthday to me.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kuvLUuW2qbg/S7Hl6hnkupI/AAAAAAAACQs/bI8PSLXG1Ys/s1600/DSC00661.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454393417341909650" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kuvLUuW2qbg/S7Hl6hnkupI/AAAAAAAACQs/bI8PSLXG1Ys/s200/DSC00661.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This post is about what you see above, ^^.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(That's Sadiq's handwritting. It's my "wrapper", actually an envelope, for my present from him, :D)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kuvLUuW2qbg/S7HhUCo0gNI/AAAAAAAACQE/6WCsNbLNhl8/s1600/mono.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 150px; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454388358144098514" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kuvLUuW2qbg/S7HhUCo0gNI/AAAAAAAACQE/6WCsNbLNhl8/s200/mono.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kuvLUuW2qbg/S7HhUXmkNhI/AAAAAAAACQM/ehRc67nmx0E/s1600/mono1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 150px; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454388363771786770" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kuvLUuW2qbg/S7HhUXmkNhI/AAAAAAAACQM/ehRc67nmx0E/s200/mono1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kuvLUuW2qbg/S7HhU_AWlMI/AAAAAAAACQU/PEI3fjjcZDs/s1600/mono2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 150px; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454388374348928194" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kuvLUuW2qbg/S7HhU_AWlMI/AAAAAAAACQU/PEI3fjjcZDs/s200/mono2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kuvLUuW2qbg/S7Hl7J81J3I/AAAAAAAACQ0/wOfX8I4b2Yg/s1600/DSC00659.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 150px; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454393428168484722" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kuvLUuW2qbg/S7Hl7J81J3I/AAAAAAAACQ0/wOfX8I4b2Yg/s200/DSC00659.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Birthday cakes are my best friends everytime I welcome a new year of my age. Those cake above look nice! :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The last one looks cute. Okay crap. It's my present from Hidayah'Nom2 and Jinwei'Nom3. I got a shock while I walk in to the tuition center. Hah. And Hidayah'Nom2 birthday is coming. So, I should prepare something. Right? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Imagine someone would make these kind of cakes for me...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(Thinking of some wired stuffs.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Stop it Menda, those are wedding cakes, -.-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(Since I could not find those cake that I really like and want to show.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Happy birthday to me, myself and I! ^^ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Of course, not forgetting Ragam! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Firstly, I want to show off my presents! (Lol.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kuvLUuW2qbg/S7Hl59KNMCI/AAAAAAAACQc/qnAVn2pVMXg/s1600/DSC00665.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 150px; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454393407555055650" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kuvLUuW2qbg/S7Hl59KNMCI/AAAAAAAACQc/qnAVn2pVMXg/s200/DSC00665.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had a message wishes from Khalisah, Hazimah, Jiamin, Afikah, Jaslin, Aiman, Cassandra, Yixuan, Rachel, Xinli, Abi, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Duty, I got a wish from Suhailah! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Recess, they celebrated Ragam's birthday. But I got wishes from Tharshini, Jasmin, Sockghim and the other birthday girl!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here's a card for me by a lot of people! Designed by Miss Hilda. Thank you people for playing a part in making the card unique. Hilda, Gina, Aishah, Hazimah, Jiamin, Hazri, Shema, Livia, Peixian, Aiman, Syiqin, Tammy, Atirah, Chindi, Shafina and Syaqila! I like it when you people keep writing things to that someone I'm obsessed with. (You people know who!). Thank you those who suddenly sang a song for me during Core Literature Class that shocked me! Shema, Syaqila, Sean, Aiman, Peiqi, Tabitha, Xiaorui, Dongseng, Carita, Alicia, Hilda, Gina, Shafina, Hazimah, Aishah, Krittika, Yunqian, CherylAng, Liting, Ashley, Tan Chuan, Marcua and Miss Monica. Those on Facebook page. Shaun, Shuhui, Joshua, Enning, Crystal, Caroline, Shema, Moy, Ebel, Weiyan, Kahman, Koko, Jeanette, Ain, Cheryl, Reena, Rashiqah, Shihui, Fadhilah, Jiamin, Eric, Siewmay, Samuel, Mr. Salizam, Saiyidah, Qianning, Josephine, Wayne, Irdayu, Faith, Lina, Shah, July, Razeena, Bernard, Joey, Athirah, Syahira, Gurpinder, Wann, Katherine, Xuewei, Ethan, Xiuling, Manoj, Kelvin, Hazimah, CherylHo, Siqi and Jiayee.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;During my bash, which made me suffer from a fever. Was quite fun anyway. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks Hazimah, Jinitha, Krittika, Aishah, Hilda, Sean, Aiman, Hazri, Jiamin, Chindi, Fadhilah, Fadil, Joan, Livia and Wayne for contributing!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then Xiumin, Syarafina and the other Secondary 1 Venus lovelies came to wish me! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(I would not post what Jiamin gave under special request, :D)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On MSN, Hsiehyang wished me at night. I also had wishes from Aqilah, Dhacha and Mdm Ng! Livia went to tell her. Hah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Taboo game.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I felt proud to let my team guess 7 question. Though we got second, our efforts were great.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Had a great time with Suhailah, Fafa, Tharshini, Cassandra, Xaiver and Jinitha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;House practise rocks to the max.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Only 4 heads went to take charge for the day. Suhailah, Mifdhal, Sadiq and myself. Had a great time with the two buddies after Suhailah was injured. Take care! The two guys went to Jurong Point after that and it's not the usual Walk-home-with-Mifdhal-and-Sadiq-day cause Sadiq was up to something!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay, since this post is finally published on 30 March. Don't be surprised to see the following content. Hah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, it was Additional Mathematics free period. I was like, carrying my bag to the benches. Then Sadiq stopped me, ._. He said that he want to pass me something after Elementary Mathematics lesson. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, my one torturing hour of Elementary Mathematics was over. I was totally focused but I don't know why. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, I went out to the class, I was stopped by him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I guess that we are going to be shot dead for not completing the B division namelist.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He passed me the namelist. (I thought that was what he wanted to give me.) Then he said that he wants to take out something.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One little innocent envelope poped out from his bag. I felt it, and it was pens! The present that I want to receive the most to add on to my collection of pens.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I saw Afikah632 at the main gate and decided to walk home with her! I decided to open the presents. Pens!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kuvLUuW2qbg/S7Hl6WH2oEI/AAAAAAAACQk/jtSoNhy3A5c/s1600/DSC00664.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454393414256074818" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kuvLUuW2qbg/S7Hl6WH2oEI/AAAAAAAACQk/jtSoNhy3A5c/s200/DSC00664.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's like, 5 of it and the price tag was still on it. That gives an obvious hint for me. Hah! I will have to buy a present for him at about the same cost. Awww my money.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, sorry if I missed you out. Thank you everyone, for playing a part to make my day go well! ^^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love you people.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6600916019240056948-2927962553975933531?l=twentyninecentury.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twentyninecentury.blogspot.com/feeds/2927962553975933531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6600916019240056948&amp;postID=2927962553975933531' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6600916019240056948/posts/default/2927962553975933531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6600916019240056948/posts/default/2927962553975933531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twentyninecentury.blogspot.com/2010/03/happy-15-birthday-to-me.html' title='Happy 15 birthday to me.'/><author><name>Menda Taemin Hamasakey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03422494939785951841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kuvLUuW2qbg/TGPo-wXXMbI/AAAAAAAACbU/XWz2XRXlVkk/S220/DSC08687-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kuvLUuW2qbg/S7Hl6hnkupI/AAAAAAAACQs/bI8PSLXG1Ys/s72-c/DSC00661.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6600916019240056948.post-6976453756666056947</id><published>2010-03-28T14:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-28T15:11:57.430+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Microphone.</title><content type='html'>Saw the full of "Microphone" PV today which really made my day.&lt;br /&gt;Wayne, at the same time, told me the evil plan by Hazimah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm gonna be dead tomorrow, perhaps.&lt;br /&gt;Toodles!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6600916019240056948-6976453756666056947?l=twentyninecentury.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twentyninecentury.blogspot.com/feeds/6976453756666056947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6600916019240056948&amp;postID=6976453756666056947' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6600916019240056948/posts/default/6976453756666056947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6600916019240056948/posts/default/6976453756666056947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twentyninecentury.blogspot.com/2010/03/microphone.html' title='Microphone.'/><author><name>Menda Taemin Hamasakey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03422494939785951841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kuvLUuW2qbg/TGPo-wXXMbI/AAAAAAAACbU/XWz2XRXlVkk/S220/DSC08687-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6600916019240056948.post-6078868480800782264</id><published>2010-03-21T13:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-21T14:08:05.063+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Heartbroken issue.</title><content type='html'>Howdy.&lt;br /&gt;I'm currently facing a dilemma. Life seems merciless now and I don't even have that real mood to laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what to do.&lt;br /&gt;And I gave up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6600916019240056948-6078868480800782264?l=twentyninecentury.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twentyninecentury.blogspot.com/feeds/6078868480800782264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6600916019240056948&amp;postID=6078868480800782264' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6600916019240056948/posts/default/6078868480800782264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6600916019240056948/posts/default/6078868480800782264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twentyninecentury.blogspot.com/2010/03/heartbroken-issue.html' title='Heartbroken issue.'/><author><name>Menda Taemin Hamasakey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03422494939785951841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kuvLUuW2qbg/TGPo-wXXMbI/AAAAAAAACbU/XWz2XRXlVkk/S220/DSC08687-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6600916019240056948.post-1088362954264018009</id><published>2010-03-19T14:40:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-19T15:35:48.248+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Me and my holidays.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kuvLUuW2qbg/S6MnP-BrlzI/AAAAAAAACPU/iy8stI0OjlI/s1600-h/untitled..bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 132px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450243129350002482" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kuvLUuW2qbg/S6MnP-BrlzI/AAAAAAAACPU/iy8stI0OjlI/s400/untitled..bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Howdy people.&lt;br /&gt;I'm super lazy to edit the Induction Camp post so, just enjoy the pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's Friday already. How sad. Here's a check list on what I'm supposed to do this week. &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;[x] Pure Chemistry Worksheet&lt;br /&gt;[x] Mathematics Ten year series - Linear Inequalites&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Mathematics Ten year series - Quadratic Equations&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Chinese Compo&lt;br /&gt;[ ] English WOD, QOW and Journal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Important/upcoming dates&lt;br /&gt;26 March - PTI -.-&lt;br /&gt;29 March - Saving Gaia&lt;br /&gt;29 March - Fifteen&lt;br /&gt;14 April - Rock'n'Roll Circus! :)&lt;br /&gt;17 April - ELDDS Competition FINALS!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kuvLUuW2qbg/S6MnPP5deLI/AAAAAAAACPE/t-c4p31z7i0/s1600-h/avcd38103.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Covers for Rock'n'Roll Circus out!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I somehow expected that the cover would be damn funky like Koda Kumi's Trick Album though I saw these pictures of Ayumi in London. Nevertheless, I still like it. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kuvLUuW2qbg/S6MnOuwuGoI/AAAAAAAACO8/42y0CYOIcqg/s1600-h/avcd38102b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 170px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450243108072462978" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kuvLUuW2qbg/S6MnOuwuGoI/AAAAAAAACO8/42y0CYOIcqg/s400/avcd38102b.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kuvLUuW2qbg/S6MnPP5deLI/AAAAAAAACPE/t-c4p31z7i0/s1600-h/avcd38103.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 162px; HEIGHT: 170px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450243116967491762" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kuvLUuW2qbg/S6MnPP5deLI/AAAAAAAACPE/t-c4p31z7i0/s400/avcd38103.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Track listing:&lt;br /&gt;01. THE introduction&lt;br /&gt;02. Microphone&lt;br /&gt;●Honda ZEST SPARK CMソング/music.jp TV-CFソング&lt;br /&gt;03. count down&lt;br /&gt;04. Sunset ～LOVE is ALL～&lt;br /&gt;05. BALLAD&lt;br /&gt;06. Last Links&lt;br /&gt;●TBSテレビ系全国ネット『報道特集』エンディング・テーマ (Ending theme for a new show whose opening is Utada Hikaru's Fight The Blues...)&lt;br /&gt;07. montage&lt;br /&gt;08. Don't look back&lt;br /&gt;●Panasonic デジタルカメラ LUMIX FX66 &amp;amp; ZX3 TV-CFソング&lt;br /&gt;09. Jump!&lt;br /&gt;10. Lady Dynamite&lt;br /&gt;11. Sexy little things&lt;br /&gt;12. Sunrise ～LOVE is ALL～&lt;br /&gt;13. meaning of Love&lt;br /&gt;14. You were...&lt;br /&gt;15. RED LINE ～for TA～ [album version]&lt;br /&gt;（全15曲収録）&lt;br /&gt;【DVD】&lt;br /&gt;01. Sunrise ～LOVE is ALL～ (video clip)&lt;br /&gt;02. Sunset ～LOVE is ALL～ (video clip)&lt;br /&gt;03. You were... (video clip)&lt;br /&gt;04. BALLAD (video clip)&lt;br /&gt;05. Sexy little things (video clip)&lt;br /&gt;06. Microphone (video clip)&lt;br /&gt;07. Don't look back (video clip)&lt;br /&gt;08. Lady Dynamite (video clip)&lt;br /&gt;09. Sunrise ～LOVE is ALL～ (making clip)&lt;br /&gt;10. Sunset ～LOVE is ALL～ (making clip)&lt;br /&gt;11. You were... (making clip)&lt;br /&gt;12. BALLAD (making clip)&lt;br /&gt;13. Sexy little things (making clip)&lt;br /&gt;14. Microphone (making clip)&lt;br /&gt;15. Don't look back (making clip)&lt;br /&gt;16. Lady Dynamite (making clip)&lt;br /&gt;※Bonus Track&lt;br /&gt;"Ayumi Hamasaki ARENA TOUR 2009 ～NEXT LEVEL～" DIGEST&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And this album, finally, break Ayumi's Everytime-only-got-14-songs record after her past 11 albums and gosh, there will be 12 random (very) albums with Ayumi's handwritten lyrics to be distributed. I WANT, to be one of the lucky twelve.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh please.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm freaking desperate now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6600916019240056948-1088362954264018009?l=twentyninecentury.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twentyninecentury.blogspot.com/feeds/1088362954264018009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6600916019240056948&amp;postID=1088362954264018009' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6600916019240056948/posts/default/1088362954264018009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6600916019240056948/posts/default/1088362954264018009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twentyninecentury.blogspot.com/2010/03/me-and-my-holidays.html' title='Me and my holidays.'/><author><name>Menda Taemin Hamasakey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03422494939785951841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kuvLUuW2qbg/TGPo-wXXMbI/AAAAAAAACbU/XWz2XRXlVkk/S220/DSC08687-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kuvLUuW2qbg/S6MnP-BrlzI/AAAAAAAACPU/iy8stI0OjlI/s72-c/untitled..bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6600916019240056948.post-7755796530188581688</id><published>2010-03-17T18:50:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-17T19:13:56.072+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Induction Camp.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kuvLUuW2qbg/S6C5Sz26CII/AAAAAAAACO0/gWsDr2IRsEw/s1600-h/25816_111235178887376_100000026839515_267631_3420328_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449559281927587970" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kuvLUuW2qbg/S6C5Sz26CII/AAAAAAAACO0/gWsDr2IRsEw/s400/25816_111235178887376_100000026839515_267631_3420328_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gaga :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kuvLUuW2qbg/S6C401cY-cI/AAAAAAAACOc/8ZSHf3fu9YQ/s1600-h/25816_111235168887377_100000026839515_267628_172318_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 133px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449558766957164994" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kuvLUuW2qbg/S6C401cY-cI/AAAAAAAACOc/8ZSHf3fu9YQ/s200/25816_111235168887377_100000026839515_267628_172318_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kuvLUuW2qbg/S6C41D6mOSI/AAAAAAAACOk/JBHzo8Dm2Bc/s1600-h/25816_111235175554043_100000026839515_267630_6182260_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 133px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449558770841958690" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kuvLUuW2qbg/S6C41D6mOSI/AAAAAAAACOk/JBHzo8Dm2Bc/s200/25816_111235175554043_100000026839515_267630_6182260_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kuvLUuW2qbg/S6C40jWfxbI/AAAAAAAACOU/oP8gYaK4Cg8/s1600-h/25816_111235158887378_100000026839515_267625_7566922_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 133px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449558762100606386" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kuvLUuW2qbg/S6C40jWfxbI/AAAAAAAACOU/oP8gYaK4Cg8/s200/25816_111235158887378_100000026839515_267625_7566922_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kuvLUuW2qbg/S6C40BX6f4I/AAAAAAAACOM/ajWlDpecX9U/s1600-h/25816_111235142220713_100000026839515_267620_3406586_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 133px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449558752979746690" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kuvLUuW2qbg/S6C40BX6f4I/AAAAAAAACOM/ajWlDpecX9U/s200/25816_111235142220713_100000026839515_267620_3406586_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kuvLUuW2qbg/S6C3Il_KXeI/AAAAAAAACM0/5ncdJbczF20/s1600-h/25816_111235068887387_100000026839515_267598_3062556_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 133px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449556907382169058" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kuvLUuW2qbg/S6C3Il_KXeI/AAAAAAAACM0/5ncdJbczF20/s200/25816_111235068887387_100000026839515_267598_3062556_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kuvLUuW2qbg/S6C3Zfp_Z6I/AAAAAAAACN8/jfV0UnMjPyY/s1600-h/25816_111235132220714_100000026839515_267617_7200002_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 133px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449557197740533666" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kuvLUuW2qbg/S6C3Zfp_Z6I/AAAAAAAACN8/jfV0UnMjPyY/s200/25816_111235132220714_100000026839515_267617_7200002_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kuvLUuW2qbg/S6C3ZNxfktI/AAAAAAAACN0/PNR7wRz3A90/s1600-h/25816_111235128887381_100000026839515_267616_5565417_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 133px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449557192940163794" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kuvLUuW2qbg/S6C3ZNxfktI/AAAAAAAACN0/PNR7wRz3A90/s200/25816_111235128887381_100000026839515_267616_5565417_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kuvLUuW2qbg/S6C3YofjMZI/AAAAAAAACNs/jxRwKUPQJmg/s1600-h/25816_111235125554048_100000026839515_267615_6794390_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 133px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449557182932791698" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kuvLUuW2qbg/S6C3YofjMZI/AAAAAAAACNs/jxRwKUPQJmg/s200/25816_111235125554048_100000026839515_267615_6794390_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kuvLUuW2qbg/S6C3YRPj75I/AAAAAAAACNk/MDGHJ9lYCVA/s1600-h/25816_111235122220715_100000026839515_267614_6696411_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 133px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449557176691715986" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kuvLUuW2qbg/S6C3YRPj75I/AAAAAAAACNk/MDGHJ9lYCVA/s200/25816_111235122220715_100000026839515_267614_6696411_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kuvLUuW2qbg/S6C3YAJZyJI/AAAAAAAACNc/hEJik3RRvLU/s1600-h/25816_111235118887382_100000026839515_267613_6879349_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 133px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449557172102482066" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kuvLUuW2qbg/S6C3YAJZyJI/AAAAAAAACNc/hEJik3RRvLU/s200/25816_111235118887382_100000026839515_267613_6879349_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kuvLUuW2qbg/S6C3JyvpqKI/AAAAAAAACNU/btTitgXOehk/s1600-h/25816_111235115554049_100000026839515_267612_2623089_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 133px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449556927986641058" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kuvLUuW2qbg/S6C3JyvpqKI/AAAAAAAACNU/btTitgXOehk/s200/25816_111235115554049_100000026839515_267612_2623089_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kuvLUuW2qbg/S6C3Jc3kNKI/AAAAAAAACNM/OC1cP44jcNU/s1600-h/25816_111235112220716_100000026839515_267611_2319507_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 133px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449556922114258082" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kuvLUuW2qbg/S6C3Jc3kNKI/AAAAAAAACNM/OC1cP44jcNU/s200/25816_111235112220716_100000026839515_267611_2319507_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kuvLUuW2qbg/S6C3JGjHDoI/AAAAAAAACNE/dp0nZkUMVqo/s1600-h/25816_111235105554050_100000026839515_267609_4224595_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 133px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449556916122881666" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kuvLUuW2qbg/S6C3JGjHDoI/AAAAAAAACNE/dp0nZkUMVqo/s200/25816_111235105554050_100000026839515_267609_4224595_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kuvLUuW2qbg/S6C3I2QNRWI/AAAAAAAACM8/FFMS-ZVRHjM/s1600-h/25816_111235078887386_100000026839515_267601_4764708_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 133px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449556911748629858" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kuvLUuW2qbg/S6C3I2QNRWI/AAAAAAAACM8/FFMS-ZVRHjM/s200/25816_111235078887386_100000026839515_267601_4764708_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just a photo spam for today. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Shall edit this post tmr! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6600916019240056948-7755796530188581688?l=twentyninecentury.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twentyninecentury.blogspot.com/feeds/7755796530188581688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6600916019240056948&amp;postID=7755796530188581688' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6600916019240056948/posts/default/7755796530188581688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6600916019240056948/posts/default/7755796530188581688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twentyninecentury.blogspot.com/2010/03/induction-camp.html' title='Induction Camp.'/><author><name>Menda Taemin Hamasakey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03422494939785951841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kuvLUuW2qbg/TGPo-wXXMbI/AAAAAAAACbU/XWz2XRXlVkk/S220/DSC08687-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kuvLUuW2qbg/S6C5Sz26CII/AAAAAAAACO0/gWsDr2IRsEw/s72-c/25816_111235178887376_100000026839515_267631_3420328_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6600916019240056948.post-8684071916787288019</id><published>2010-03-11T18:29:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-11T19:02:53.130+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hey dreams.</title><content type='html'>Today is one of my usual "Walk-home-with-Mifdhal-and-Sadiq" day. But it was totally crazy crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sadiq was trying hardly to find his Induction Camp form. But he just could not find it.&lt;br /&gt;This was what happened after Pure Biology class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both Mifdhal and I were outside of the lab, packing our stuff. Then the main lead for the day came out, trying to find his form. He kept saying that he's got stm and can't recall where his placed his form.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, both Mifdhal and I did something evil.&lt;br /&gt;We conducted a search through his bag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's really got many things inside his bag that made it heavy, till I can't take it using one hand. I'll not say what's inside. It's a clandestine. Really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to topic.&lt;br /&gt;So, our mission actually failed. The both of us were rather down when there's really nothing. Till we step to the office.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Is the form with you in your pocket or wallet?"&lt;br /&gt;(Searches wallet.)&lt;br /&gt;Me: Hey, 10 dollars!&lt;br /&gt;Mifdhal: Yay! (Takes money away)&lt;br /&gt;Sadiq: Hey, that's for my ezlink!&lt;br /&gt;Me: Okay, relax.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Till we unzipped one of the openings.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: What's this? o.o&lt;br /&gt;Sadiq: The form...?&lt;br /&gt;Me: The form!&lt;br /&gt;Both of us: Yay!&lt;br /&gt;(Mifdhal stares blindly at us.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We ran up to the teacher's room to pass the form. I felt relax after finding his form. On the way, talked about my Mathematics results! And Mifdhal really think that it's wonderful. I'm proud of it! (LOL)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe not.&lt;br /&gt;What a day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Biology workshop it's gonna be on 29 March.&lt;br /&gt;My birthday. (Yayness)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6600916019240056948-8684071916787288019?l=twentyninecentury.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twentyninecentury.blogspot.com/feeds/8684071916787288019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6600916019240056948&amp;postID=8684071916787288019' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6600916019240056948/posts/default/8684071916787288019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6600916019240056948/posts/default/8684071916787288019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twentyninecentury.blogspot.com/2010/03/hey-dreams.html' title='Hey dreams.'/><author><name>Menda Taemin Hamasakey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03422494939785951841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kuvLUuW2qbg/TGPo-wXXMbI/AAAAAAAACbU/XWz2XRXlVkk/S220/DSC08687-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6600916019240056948.post-420831381312953440</id><published>2010-03-10T17:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-10T18:10:05.266+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Me love exco to the max.</title><content type='html'>Just a short post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cross country was postponed. Lucky me. Had a fun time just now at the library with the other excos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me love them to the max.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6600916019240056948-420831381312953440?l=twentyninecentury.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twentyninecentury.blogspot.com/feeds/420831381312953440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6600916019240056948&amp;postID=420831381312953440' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6600916019240056948/posts/default/420831381312953440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6600916019240056948/posts/default/420831381312953440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twentyninecentury.blogspot.com/2010/03/me-love-exco-to-max.html' title='Me love exco to the max.'/><author><name>Menda Taemin Hamasakey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03422494939785951841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kuvLUuW2qbg/TGPo-wXXMbI/AAAAAAAACbU/XWz2XRXlVkk/S220/DSC08687-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6600916019240056948.post-3741930204807188637</id><published>2010-03-05T20:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-05T20:39:39.497+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Drama drama drama.</title><content type='html'>Today was the drama competition.&lt;br /&gt;High chance to get into the finals! C'mon, hadhramauts, we can do it! :)&lt;br /&gt;I've got that strong faith within you lovely buddies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You people are sooooo bonded."&lt;br /&gt;"You all have a sense of humor, I like!"&lt;br /&gt;"Successful play."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sooooo touched by the judge's comment as we're the only school without having negative comments. Yayness. I really think that we did a great job. (Action!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6600916019240056948-3741930204807188637?l=twentyninecentury.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twentyninecentury.blogspot.com/feeds/3741930204807188637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6600916019240056948&amp;postID=3741930204807188637' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6600916019240056948/posts/default/3741930204807188637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6600916019240056948/posts/default/3741930204807188637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twentyninecentury.blogspot.com/2010/03/drama-drama-drama.html' title='Drama drama drama.'/><author><name>Menda Taemin Hamasakey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03422494939785951841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kuvLUuW2qbg/TGPo-wXXMbI/AAAAAAAACbU/XWz2XRXlVkk/S220/DSC08687-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6600916019240056948.post-410209638176932796</id><published>2010-03-04T18:25:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-04T20:00:33.649+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Indelible day.</title><content type='html'>Happy birthday Sarmira! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was another memorable day for me. I bought my guitar to school today and had real fun! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mathematics test was freak flunk. I predict that I can only score 9/30 since I suck at it. Chemistry was always awesome. Then I had consecutive 3 free periods, camwhored with Shafina and Abirami. Had really fun! :) Chinese quite disappoint me actually. Only got 36.5 marks which gives me an overall mark from last time's CA1 to 78/100. At lease I got an A1 which I'm freaking satisfied with it yeah. Pure Biology lessons were great. I'm starting to love the lessons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Attempted to find Miss Lee with Mfidhal and Sadiq but failed, -.- Then walked with them home. They asked me about my guitar and I actually told them that it was for my birthday! And they got tricked by me by guessing my birthday. Sadiq's gonna get me a present! (Maybe not, hah.) Went back for council meeting but ended having a singing session which made Xianchun and Omar stared blindly in the air! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow's the big day.&lt;br /&gt;All the best, ELDDS. We must get into the finals.&lt;br /&gt;God bless, we need to turn over and let (someone) not look down on us anymore! I've enough of the grudges.&lt;br /&gt;Do your best, lovely actors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pictures for the day:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kuvLUuW2qbg/S4-gGetrS9I/AAAAAAAACMU/sJFa3tw_EZU/s1600-h/DSC00463.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444746507698523090" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kuvLUuW2qbg/S4-gGetrS9I/AAAAAAAACMU/sJFa3tw_EZU/s200/DSC00463.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kuvLUuW2qbg/S4-gFyyzRDI/AAAAAAAACMM/YYQ95pfbxc8/s1600-h/DSC00464.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444746495908856882" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kuvLUuW2qbg/S4-gFyyzRDI/AAAAAAAACMM/YYQ95pfbxc8/s200/DSC00464.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kuvLUuW2qbg/S4-ccJt6oPI/AAAAAAAACKM/7H-TOkaUKKo/s1600-h/DSC01840.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444742481972994290" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kuvLUuW2qbg/S4-ccJt6oPI/AAAAAAAACKM/7H-TOkaUKKo/s200/DSC01840.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kuvLUuW2qbg/S4-dRnPt_0I/AAAAAAAACLs/gR49rm5ydHY/s1600-h/DSC00469.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 150px; 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HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444742505785922162" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kuvLUuW2qbg/S4-cdibXEnI/AAAAAAAACKk/veCq9TKOE6s/s200/DSC00479.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kuvLUuW2qbg/S4-cc4FkBfI/AAAAAAAACKc/5mtsmCTHeqs/s1600-h/DSC00480.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 150px; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444742494420207090" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kuvLUuW2qbg/S4-cc4FkBfI/AAAAAAAACKc/5mtsmCTHeqs/s200/DSC00480.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6600916019240056948-410209638176932796?l=twentyninecentury.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twentyninecentury.blogspot.com/feeds/410209638176932796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6600916019240056948&amp;postID=410209638176932796' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6600916019240056948/posts/default/410209638176932796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6600916019240056948/posts/default/410209638176932796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twentyninecentury.blogspot.com/2010/03/indelible-day.html' title='Indelible day.'/><author><name>Menda Taemin Hamasakey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03422494939785951841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kuvLUuW2qbg/TGPo-wXXMbI/AAAAAAAACbU/XWz2XRXlVkk/S220/DSC08687-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kuvLUuW2qbg/S4-gGetrS9I/AAAAAAAACMU/sJFa3tw_EZU/s72-c/DSC00463.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6600916019240056948.post-7276347686312182131</id><published>2010-03-03T17:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-03T17:41:14.782+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bombastic day.</title><content type='html'>Today was indeed a bombastic day for several reasons that I don't want to mention. I'll keep it as a secret! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow, everything will change. I'll accept all the things that they are going to announce.&lt;br /&gt;Big day tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am starting to love Mathematics cause I feel that I'm so pro at it! (lol) And I got a feeling that I'll pass my Mathematics.&lt;br /&gt;I did not came in first for physical education today and I'll try my best on Tuesday! I want to find that momentum. That momentum to run.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pure Biology was the best today, for several reasons. That's my arcanum for the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walked home with Mifdhal talking about house practise stuff and FLM (inside joke.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6600916019240056948-7276347686312182131?l=twentyninecentury.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twentyninecentury.blogspot.com/feeds/7276347686312182131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6600916019240056948&amp;postID=7276347686312182131' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6600916019240056948/posts/default/7276347686312182131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6600916019240056948/posts/default/7276347686312182131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twentyninecentury.blogspot.com/2010/03/bombastic-day.html' title='Bombastic day.'/><author><name>Menda Taemin Hamasakey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03422494939785951841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kuvLUuW2qbg/TGPo-wXXMbI/AAAAAAAACbU/XWz2XRXlVkk/S220/DSC08687-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6600916019240056948.post-1120304631134579693</id><published>2010-03-02T21:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-02T21:35:23.598+08:00</updated><title type='text'>One resolution completed.</title><content type='html'>Happy birthday Mr Samuel Chan Jun Jie (Moo brother :D)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, main thing.&lt;br /&gt;Today is only the second day of March and I've completed my first resolution.&lt;br /&gt;I came in second in girls for running today (epic!) with a timing of 8minutes and 04seconds. Lost to Abirrrrrrrrrrami! just by a second due to stopping 5 times for adjusting my hair, -.-&lt;br /&gt;I shall aim to run the fastest tomorrow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chinese test was freak hard. I hope I can still pass and at lease pull my average up and up again to at lease 85marks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow will be a bombastic day for me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6600916019240056948-1120304631134579693?l=twentyninecentury.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twentyninecentury.blogspot.com/feeds/1120304631134579693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6600916019240056948&amp;postID=1120304631134579693' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6600916019240056948/posts/default/1120304631134579693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6600916019240056948/posts/default/1120304631134579693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twentyninecentury.blogspot.com/2010/03/one-resolution-completed.html' title='One resolution completed.'/><author><name>Menda Taemin Hamasakey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03422494939785951841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kuvLUuW2qbg/TGPo-wXXMbI/AAAAAAAACbU/XWz2XRXlVkk/S220/DSC08687-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6600916019240056948.post-3245652707011020419</id><published>2010-03-01T18:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-01T18:55:24.596+08:00</updated><title type='text'>March resolutions.</title><content type='html'>It's the beginning of March and I decided, to put monthly resolutions than yearly onces.&lt;br /&gt;So, here's some things that I want to accomplish this awesome month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1) ELDDS to win the upcoming competition.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's going to be a competition on 5 March. Our play is called "I am a Hadhramaut?". Let's at lease get into the finals man. We know that we can do it. All the best my lovely hadhramauts!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2) To run 3 rounds outside school without stopping.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cross country's just next wednesday and NAPFA test's coming next month. (Why the hell must it be always after my birthday?!) I hope that I'll get enrolled in top 50 for cross country (impossible) and to at lease get 3 points for 2.4km. All the best!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3) To improve in academic studies.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life's been hard with so many work and I almost gave up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4) To smile with integrity.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get what I mean here. I'm lazy to elaborate further.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was supposingly to be the investiture today. I guess and predict that I'll be out since I'm a slacker in the council (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last but not lease, a wish.&lt;br /&gt;I want to have a wonderful and memorable birthday 28 days later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(I doubt anyone would remember that well :/)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6600916019240056948-3245652707011020419?l=twentyninecentury.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twentyninecentury.blogspot.com/feeds/3245652707011020419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6600916019240056948&amp;postID=3245652707011020419' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6600916019240056948/posts/default/3245652707011020419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6600916019240056948/posts/default/3245652707011020419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twentyninecentury.blogspot.com/2010/03/march-resolutions.html' title='March resolutions.'/><author><name>Menda Taemin Hamasakey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03422494939785951841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kuvLUuW2qbg/TGPo-wXXMbI/AAAAAAAACbU/XWz2XRXlVkk/S220/DSC08687-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6600916019240056948.post-7219906394328894140</id><published>2010-02-28T17:28:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-28T17:45:16.825+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Time management.</title><content type='html'>I need to reflect on my time management already.&lt;br /&gt;I've not yet done my homeworks -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't see the reason why teachers must give homeworks, O.O&lt;br /&gt;(Ps: Who knows how to remove the last two lines at the side. There's freaking something wrong with my twitter, tagboard, links. Dang. I guess I'll temporally remove those first till someone teach me how!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reply tag to passerby [I know that you're the same person yeah.]&lt;br /&gt;What a joke, of course not. He's just my friend. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6600916019240056948-7219906394328894140?l=twentyninecentury.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twentyninecentury.blogspot.com/feeds/7219906394328894140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6600916019240056948&amp;postID=7219906394328894140' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6600916019240056948/posts/default/7219906394328894140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6600916019240056948/posts/default/7219906394328894140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twentyninecentury.blogspot.com/2010/02/time-management.html' title='Time management.'/><author><name>Menda Taemin Hamasakey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03422494939785951841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kuvLUuW2qbg/TGPo-wXXMbI/AAAAAAAACbU/XWz2XRXlVkk/S220/DSC08687-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6600916019240056948.post-2019892590783383899</id><published>2010-02-27T22:21:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-27T22:35:09.925+08:00</updated><title type='text'>People that came about drawing scars.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kuvLUuW2qbg/S4kq6JttlaI/AAAAAAAACJc/CamTaE1lEcE/s1600-h/tumblr_ku7tj8p57e1qa2q7do1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 259px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442928803182384546" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kuvLUuW2qbg/S4kq6JttlaI/AAAAAAAACJc/CamTaE1lEcE/s320/tumblr_ku7tj8p57e1qa2q7do1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dcb, horse and sb came into my life with a box of crayons. It contained torment, irritation, losing self confidence, insults, anger, backstabbing and pain. They drew it with many decorations, memories that are totally unforgettable. They provided pain for my closest ones too. Please, to the three people. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Leave my friends alone. They have their own life. They don't need your crayons.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Neither do I.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There's no hope that I could forgive anymore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6600916019240056948-2019892590783383899?l=twentyninecentury.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twentyninecentury.blogspot.com/feeds/2019892590783383899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6600916019240056948&amp;postID=2019892590783383899' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6600916019240056948/posts/default/2019892590783383899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6600916019240056948/posts/default/2019892590783383899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twentyninecentury.blogspot.com/2010/02/people-that-came-about-drawing-scars.html' title='People that came about drawing scars.'/><author><name>Menda Taemin Hamasakey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03422494939785951841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kuvLUuW2qbg/TGPo-wXXMbI/AAAAAAAACbU/XWz2XRXlVkk/S220/DSC08687-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kuvLUuW2qbg/S4kq6JttlaI/AAAAAAAACJc/CamTaE1lEcE/s72-c/tumblr_ku7tj8p57e1qa2q7do1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6600916019240056948.post-1596438761842790048</id><published>2010-02-23T19:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-23T21:34:18.177+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Flag day.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kuvLUuW2qbg/S4PD9VAh3mI/AAAAAAAACJU/qpIUPmo_M7M/s1600-h/tumblr_kwze64g5w01qaedipo1_r1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 216px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441408233172491874" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kuvLUuW2qbg/S4PD9VAh3mI/AAAAAAAACJU/qpIUPmo_M7M/s320/tumblr_kwze64g5w01qaedipo1_r1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flag day? Terribly awesome :)&lt;br /&gt;Just a short summary.&lt;br /&gt;Started off with a $5 from a senior staying in UK, back to Singapore for a holiday. Thank you senior for your help! And though my tin is light, it's all paper yeah. I like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to talk about the astonishing Tuesday I've ever had.&lt;br /&gt;English &gt; Pure Physics (Free period :D) &gt; Physical Education &gt; SEL &gt; Recess &gt; Pure Chemistry &gt; Pure Biology &gt; Break &gt; Chinese &gt; Combine Geography &gt; Additional Mathematics (Free period :D) &gt; Elementary Mathematics.&lt;br /&gt;I would like to make a vow here that I detest Tuesdays a lot as it's always a long day till 4:40pm for my class.&lt;br /&gt;Except today, one awesome Tuesday. Dang awesome.&lt;br /&gt;English was rather normal for me except for the fact that Yiutung will never fail to irritate me in classes.&lt;br /&gt;Free period, did Geography homework last minute. But nevertheless it was still great.&lt;br /&gt;Physical Education? Long jump test. Almost failed it badly cause of (someone)'s misjudge. Nom the person badly (get that). Lucky for us, we could select most of the judges we wanted. The girls were shouting "Henrick!" cause we believe that he's the most honest guy in our class. But somehow there's jerkies who was thick-skinned enough to volunteer and laughed at us, -.-&lt;br /&gt;SEL, Mr. Tay appointed me as the in-charge for the programme line-up together with Hafizan and I totally have no confidence with it (dangdangdang). SEL is always fun and I felt that the lessons are never boring.&lt;br /&gt;(Skips recess. I'll only focus on lessons)&lt;br /&gt;Pure Chemistry. Sudden test on Chemical Equations are dang easy. Dang easy and I like it.&lt;br /&gt;Pure Biology. Did experiment on food test, dang fun (again!)&lt;br /&gt;Chinese. Quite sucked. Did chinese letter writing.&lt;br /&gt;Geography started to be fun.&lt;br /&gt;Miss Chong was talking about the measures to Deforestation and she want an answer on how we tell people the 3Rs. And I went,&lt;br /&gt;Properganda.&lt;br /&gt;The whole class started laughing about that. We pranked jokes in class and this is the first time (epic!) I see everyone smiling in the lesson.&lt;br /&gt;Skip my Additional Mathematics free period as a secret.&lt;br /&gt;Mathematics was the best today. (I can't believe I typed that!)&lt;br /&gt;Miss Goh spent half an hour teaching the class questions we did not know. We were at Revision Exercise 2, questions 7, 8, 9 and 10. Suddenly, Mrs Ng went to both mine and Ahmad's table and told us this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"How ah? Our question 11 and 12? :D"&lt;/div&gt;And I was staring at Ahmad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"She's so not going to give me homeworks." I said.&lt;/div&gt;In the end, she still gave!&lt;br /&gt;But.&lt;br /&gt;She gave it as classwork for the last 20 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;"Those who finish already can go home."&lt;br /&gt;That sentence motivates me like hell man. I rushed and did all my stuff. I finished it on time. Happy me.&lt;br /&gt;Terrence wanted to go for CCA and passed me the class key. People soon left quickly and I was with Afikah (632) and Abirrrrrrrrrrami!, staying back to help Sadiq, who he was still at question 11 when everyone left.&lt;br /&gt;The 3 girls were simply fighting for the correct answer. We taught him all the way till 5:30pm and there's really no need for him to go for Cross Country just now. Went home with Sunshine Ray and Chinchila.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Homed and tried (really!) to do homework but,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;failed.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;Here blogging instead.&lt;br /&gt;Bye lovelies.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6600916019240056948-1596438761842790048?l=twentyninecentury.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twentyninecentury.blogspot.com/feeds/1596438761842790048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6600916019240056948&amp;postID=1596438761842790048' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6600916019240056948/posts/default/1596438761842790048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6600916019240056948/posts/default/1596438761842790048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twentyninecentury.blogspot.com/2010/02/flag-day.html' title='Flag day.'/><author><name>Menda Taemin Hamasakey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03422494939785951841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kuvLUuW2qbg/TGPo-wXXMbI/AAAAAAAACbU/XWz2XRXlVkk/S220/DSC08687-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kuvLUuW2qbg/S4PD9VAh3mI/AAAAAAAACJU/qpIUPmo_M7M/s72-c/tumblr_kwze64g5w01qaedipo1_r1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6600916019240056948.post-84812389280779454</id><published>2010-02-16T18:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-16T18:52:32.011+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bombastic cny 2010.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kuvLUuW2qbg/S3p1jbdYw-I/AAAAAAAACJM/7s1UlmH5CHY/s1600-h/19838_1336401243433_1033166207_31047406_760271_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438788751530181602" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kuvLUuW2qbg/S3p1jbdYw-I/AAAAAAAACJM/7s1UlmH5CHY/s320/19838_1336401243433_1033166207_31047406_760271_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;(My 3rd aunt on the right. She resembles like me when she was young! I'm going to look like that when I grow old people! ^^)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;CNY was bombastic with Heineken, poker cards and Mahjong! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Like, once in a year. I should sometimes really enjoy myself. Okay, I know that I'm really bad doing all these things but I'm already used to it and I won't do it so often. Luck wise, yeah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;School tomorrow again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Let me emphasize that word called a-g-a-i-n. I really enjoyed myself for the past 4 days, not doing my homework and only think of gaming.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why must school reopen again so fast?! :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6600916019240056948-84812389280779454?l=twentyninecentury.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twentyninecentury.blogspot.com/feeds/84812389280779454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6600916019240056948&amp;postID=84812389280779454' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6600916019240056948/posts/default/84812389280779454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6600916019240056948/posts/default/84812389280779454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twentyninecentury.blogspot.com/2010/02/bombastic-cny-2010.html' title='Bombastic cny 2010.'/><author><name>Menda Taemin Hamasakey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03422494939785951841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kuvLUuW2qbg/TGPo-wXXMbI/AAAAAAAACbU/XWz2XRXlVkk/S220/DSC08687-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kuvLUuW2qbg/S3p1jbdYw-I/AAAAAAAACJM/7s1UlmH5CHY/s72-c/19838_1336401243433_1033166207_31047406_760271_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6600916019240056948.post-5183062211230686410</id><published>2010-02-11T20:26:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-11T21:38:47.648+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Drunk with fatique.</title><content type='html'>I'm totally drunk with fatique like the soldiers in the poem "Dulce et decorum est" as I am really depressed these few days and for the fact that, I'm tired.&lt;br /&gt;But there's always something that will make my day go well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kuvLUuW2qbg/S3P7a-3uJrI/AAAAAAAACI0/uY3dlzsNSqQ/s1600-h/DSC00370.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436965616138200754" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kuvLUuW2qbg/S3P7a-3uJrI/AAAAAAAACI0/uY3dlzsNSqQ/s320/DSC00370.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like being in 3E5.&lt;br /&gt;Although there often insults about me in the class. But the classmates really make my day go well. For example, we often act out some teachers when we're bored.&lt;br /&gt;(What a dramatic class I'm in.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So,&lt;br /&gt;It's going to be Chinese New Year in 2 days time and I'm so excited about it! I've already planned with Wayne to spend our money on storybooks and a thesaurus. Look's like I'm a step closer to my O Level top student wish, (laughs)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who will ever get this for my birthday present?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kuvLUuW2qbg/S3P7bp-nXKI/AAAAAAAACJE/NyEdhSdBEck/s1600-h/tumblr_kvb39he3vN1qzfi04o1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436965627709840546" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kuvLUuW2qbg/S3P7bp-nXKI/AAAAAAAACJE/NyEdhSdBEck/s320/tumblr_kvb39he3vN1qzfi04o1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's going to be a 4 days break.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kuvLUuW2qbg/S3P7bZjjUII/AAAAAAAACI8/amTN1E5IxQ0/s1600-h/tumblr_kuus7tLZX91qats35o1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436965623301361794" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kuvLUuW2qbg/S3P7bZjjUII/AAAAAAAACI8/amTN1E5IxQ0/s320/tumblr_kuus7tLZX91qats35o1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6600916019240056948-5183062211230686410?l=twentyninecentury.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twentyninecentury.blogspot.com/feeds/5183062211230686410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6600916019240056948&amp;postID=5183062211230686410' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6600916019240056948/posts/default/5183062211230686410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6600916019240056948/posts/default/5183062211230686410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twentyninecentury.blogspot.com/2010/02/drunk-with-fatique.html' title='Drunk with fatique.'/><author><name>Menda Taemin Hamasakey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03422494939785951841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kuvLUuW2qbg/TGPo-wXXMbI/AAAAAAAACbU/XWz2XRXlVkk/S220/DSC08687-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kuvLUuW2qbg/S3P7a-3uJrI/AAAAAAAACI0/uY3dlzsNSqQ/s72-c/DSC00370.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6600916019240056948.post-4355137690632899719</id><published>2010-02-10T20:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-10T21:16:22.789+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Depression.</title><content type='html'>Somehow I'm going to suffer depression soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I totally screwed up my exco interview today. I guess that I'm not going to be a councillor anymore. Ask me for more information about the interview.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So,&lt;br /&gt;Aiman, Ray, Chindi and myself went to get ice-cream after the whole event to chill us down. The interview was indeed rather a bad one. I almost cried, I swear! I was shivering, I think that I'm not going to be a councillor anymore! I just miss the times when we have our usual heart-to-heart talk in the middle of nowhere at some random timing you can think of. The ice-cream on hand felt so warm cause we bought it together and had the open ceremony together, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 free periods tomorrow. I wonder how I will spend it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6600916019240056948-4355137690632899719?l=twentyninecentury.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twentyninecentury.blogspot.com/feeds/4355137690632899719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6600916019240056948&amp;postID=4355137690632899719' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6600916019240056948/posts/default/4355137690632899719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6600916019240056948/posts/default/4355137690632899719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twentyninecentury.blogspot.com/2010/02/depression.html' title='Depression.'/><author><name>Menda Taemin Hamasakey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03422494939785951841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kuvLUuW2qbg/TGPo-wXXMbI/AAAAAAAACbU/XWz2XRXlVkk/S220/DSC08687-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6600916019240056948.post-6380330619408533841</id><published>2010-02-06T17:35:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-06T17:45:41.320+08:00</updated><title type='text'>If only.</title><content type='html'>Life simply sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I lost 8 marks for Chinese out of 100 marks as I changed 4 answers from the first section of the paper. If not I could have gotten full marks for the first section and break my target for the year which is 85.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;If only,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did not change my answers, I could have gotten 91 marks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did my Mathematics test days before. I counted how much marks I'm confident with. Guess what, only 10 marks out of 30. I've even spoken to Miss Azlina but she thinks that I'm going to pass. Fat hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;If only,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never take Pure Sciences, I might end up in different class, I will have a different Mathematics teacher. Life sucks when you suck at a subject already and you just simply cannot understand what the teacher is talking about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I like the design for CCA shirt! :)&lt;br /&gt;Especially the front logo. It's so damn cool when Miss Lim commented that it's scary.&lt;br /&gt;I want white for CCA shirt! (Winks)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6600916019240056948-6380330619408533841?l=twentyninecentury.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twentyninecentury.blogspot.com/feeds/6380330619408533841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6600916019240056948&amp;postID=6380330619408533841' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6600916019240056948/posts/default/6380330619408533841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6600916019240056948/posts/default/6380330619408533841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twentyninecentury.blogspot.com/2010/02/if-only.html' title='If only.'/><author><name>Menda Taemin Hamasakey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03422494939785951841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kuvLUuW2qbg/TGPo-wXXMbI/AAAAAAAACbU/XWz2XRXlVkk/S220/DSC08687-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6600916019240056948.post-3206058620999644834</id><published>2010-01-28T20:39:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-28T20:59:02.530+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Worst moments.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kuvLUuW2qbg/S2GHdhXChkI/AAAAAAAACIs/b_YVYS9IYbQ/s1600-h/tumblr_kw40hbQQnu1qa7qm2o1_500.png"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 215px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431771566826489410" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kuvLUuW2qbg/S2GHdhXChkI/AAAAAAAACIs/b_YVYS9IYbQ/s320/tumblr_kw40hbQQnu1qa7qm2o1_500.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I'm jealous.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only Chindi, Jiamin and Ray knows the reason behind this. I had to lie to Miss Azlina cause I don't want her to worry because,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I lost a good friend and I cried this morning.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt so uber jealous when that person talked to the others, but not me.&lt;br /&gt;I used to be damn close with the person.&lt;br /&gt;Okay, drop that subject.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The "Language Cultural Exchange Programme" was actually Hazimah's sweet 15. And she was totally fooled by me for a week! So uber awesome eh, :D. I hope she enjoyed our surprise!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People who made my smile today!&lt;br /&gt;Chindi, Jiamin, Ray, Hazri, Wayne, Joan, Peixian, Tammy, Fadil, Fadhilah, Aishah, Hazimah, Yiutung, Syiqin, Eya, Livia, Mifdhal and Sadiq.&lt;br /&gt;(Of course, those who went for "Language Cultural Exchange Programme!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I really need to smile.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6600916019240056948-3206058620999644834?l=twentyninecentury.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twentyninecentury.blogspot.com/feeds/3206058620999644834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6600916019240056948&amp;postID=3206058620999644834' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6600916019240056948/posts/default/3206058620999644834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6600916019240056948/posts/default/3206058620999644834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twentyninecentury.blogspot.com/2010/01/worst-moments.html' title='Worst moments.'/><author><name>Menda Taemin Hamasakey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03422494939785951841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kuvLUuW2qbg/TGPo-wXXMbI/AAAAAAAACbU/XWz2XRXlVkk/S220/DSC08687-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kuvLUuW2qbg/S2GHdhXChkI/AAAAAAAACIs/b_YVYS9IYbQ/s72-c/tumblr_kw40hbQQnu1qa7qm2o1_500.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6600916019240056948.post-2391257201149656502</id><published>2010-01-27T18:17:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-27T18:24:47.056+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Break far far away.</title><content type='html'>I guess that I've left my blog all alone in the internet, focusing on my homework.&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry to you, blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. Here's the deal.&lt;br /&gt;Mdm Loo told my chinese class that if we can score well for the upcoming test and our normal school work, she's going to consider to let anyone take Chinese O Levels this year.&lt;br /&gt;Sweet deal baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take Chinese O Levels this year = May get A1 distinction = No chinese lessons for 1year to 1 and a half year.&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to work hard for that and see how the others struggle for Chinese. (Evil laughs)&lt;br /&gt;Okay kidding ._.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway...&lt;br /&gt;The "Language Cultural Exchange Programme" is tmr!&lt;br /&gt;Who's with me? :)&lt;br /&gt;(ONLY IF YOU GET WHAT I MEAN!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6600916019240056948-2391257201149656502?l=twentyninecentury.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twentyninecentury.blogspot.com/feeds/2391257201149656502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6600916019240056948&amp;postID=2391257201149656502' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6600916019240056948/posts/default/2391257201149656502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6600916019240056948/posts/default/2391257201149656502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twentyninecentury.blogspot.com/2010/01/break-far-far-away.html' title='Break far far away.'/><author><name>Menda Taemin Hamasakey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03422494939785951841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kuvLUuW2qbg/TGPo-wXXMbI/AAAAAAAACbU/XWz2XRXlVkk/S220/DSC08687-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6600916019240056948.post-2322200887614599237</id><published>2010-01-21T18:58:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-21T19:05:29.729+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I hate this feeling.</title><content type='html'>Cheerup, Jiamin, my dearest bestie. I believe that this thing will come to an end. I also don't want to see it happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know it is tough to accept the fact. But since it happened, let's face it together.&lt;br /&gt;This nightmare will be over someday. I hope it will.&lt;br /&gt;If it really don't, it's okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;You have me (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kuvLUuW2qbg/S1g0nTUuQkI/AAAAAAAACIU/fau9zamt3RA/s1600-h/tumblr_kw8jwcFYVp1qapxuvo1_400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429147200601866818" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kuvLUuW2qbg/S1g0nTUuQkI/AAAAAAAACIU/fau9zamt3RA/s320/tumblr_kw8jwcFYVp1qapxuvo1_400.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's smile and face it together.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6600916019240056948-2322200887614599237?l=twentyninecentury.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twentyninecentury.blogspot.com/feeds/2322200887614599237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6600916019240056948&amp;postID=2322200887614599237' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6600916019240056948/posts/default/2322200887614599237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6600916019240056948/posts/default/2322200887614599237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twentyninecentury.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-hate-this-feeling.html' title='I hate this feeling.'/><author><name>Menda Taemin Hamasakey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03422494939785951841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kuvLUuW2qbg/TGPo-wXXMbI/AAAAAAAACbU/XWz2XRXlVkk/S220/DSC08687-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kuvLUuW2qbg/S1g0nTUuQkI/AAAAAAAACIU/fau9zamt3RA/s72-c/tumblr_kw8jwcFYVp1qapxuvo1_400.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6600916019240056948.post-4579853446388052659</id><published>2010-01-20T18:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-20T19:04:04.407+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nobody but you.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kuvLUuW2qbg/S1beq7gUA1I/AAAAAAAACH8/iBe4SXMGwmI/s1600-h/tumblr_kw18wcCLDY1qzxp41o1_500.png"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428771229950804818" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kuvLUuW2qbg/S1beq7gUA1I/AAAAAAAACH8/iBe4SXMGwmI/s320/tumblr_kw18wcCLDY1qzxp41o1_500.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secondary 3 life seems better then previous due to free periods and for the fact that I do not have to take any subjects that I'm weak on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How I wish that the school offered super-basic-mathematics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My day was great as I had Jiamin, Hazwan, Weihong, Hazri &amp;amp; Hazimah to join me in my Wednesday afternoon study programme. We were basically talking about the past of course. But somehow, our future, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weihong was asking whether which JC/Polytechnic we want to go to. I wanted to go for JC and take A Levels but I think I'll fail my general paper. So I guess that it's just Polytechnic for me.&lt;br /&gt;Both Weihong and Hazwan keep talking about the school they want to go to - Republic Polytechnic. And Weihong keep saying things like "Hazwan I will go stay at your house when we go study at Republic." without him agreeing, hah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kuvLUuW2qbg/S1berQBTJWI/AAAAAAAACIE/hSyO1YqVJhc/s1600-h/tumblr_kvre3xjfsF1qzjggvo1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428771235457869154" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kuvLUuW2qbg/S1berQBTJWI/AAAAAAAACIE/hSyO1YqVJhc/s320/tumblr_kvre3xjfsF1qzjggvo1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel so sad for the fact that (something bad happened).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6600916019240056948-4579853446388052659?l=twentyninecentury.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twentyninecentury.blogspot.com/feeds/4579853446388052659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6600916019240056948&amp;postID=4579853446388052659' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6600916019240056948/posts/default/4579853446388052659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6600916019240056948/posts/default/4579853446388052659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twentyninecentury.blogspot.com/2010/01/nobody-but-you.html' title='Nobody but you.'/><author><name>Menda Taemin Hamasakey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03422494939785951841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kuvLUuW2qbg/TGPo-wXXMbI/AAAAAAAACbU/XWz2XRXlVkk/S220/DSC08687-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kuvLUuW2qbg/S1beq7gUA1I/AAAAAAAACH8/iBe4SXMGwmI/s72-c/tumblr_kw18wcCLDY1qzxp41o1_500.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6600916019240056948.post-2874656778095804408</id><published>2010-01-18T18:08:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-18T18:48:06.468+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Great minds think alike.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kuvLUuW2qbg/S1Q5BdbH26I/AAAAAAAACH0/C2sGQkWUKwU/s1600-h/tumblr_kvnrqhESY91qa0n3co1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 284px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428026148129332130" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kuvLUuW2qbg/S1Q5BdbH26I/AAAAAAAACH0/C2sGQkWUKwU/s320/tumblr_kvnrqhESY91qa0n3co1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is for my close friends. Thank you for your sacrifices.&lt;br /&gt;I love you people, :D.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall only blog about House Practise since Mifdhal and Sadiq were the ones that really made my day after the whole chunk of shouting. I mean, they ended my day well.&lt;br /&gt;But that does not mean that the others did not made my day well, aite? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got quite irritated with some Secondary 1 guys as they refuse to run and kept demanding on lesser jogging. And I kept shouting, "I don't want to see anyone walking!" in a freaking fierce manner, which leads me to have a bad sore throat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the whole event, got our free packet drinks as usual (yay!). Then told Mifdhal about (something), :D. That (something) was a good news to Sadiq. And Sadiq commented badly about it (wahaha!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Menda: Eh Mifdhal I want to tell you something.&lt;br /&gt;(Sadiq looking at the both of us in an *ahem* way)&lt;br /&gt;Sadiq: What you both talking uh?! Why never tell me?! (Shows sad face)&lt;br /&gt;Menda: Nothing, :D.&lt;br /&gt;(Menda continues to whisper to Mifdhal about (something).)&lt;br /&gt;Mifdhal: Ohmygod? Serious?!&lt;br /&gt;Sadiq: What lar, tell me leh!&lt;br /&gt;Menda: Next time then tell you.&lt;br /&gt;Mifdhal: To him might be a good news leh.&lt;br /&gt;Menda: Ya hor.&lt;br /&gt;Mifdhal &amp;amp; Menda to Sadiq: (SOMETHING).&lt;br /&gt;Sadiq: Serious?! She uh, only know how to change. She so young only, keep changing. School is about studying, not (something!) We are men already.&lt;br /&gt;Mifdhal: Men?! Young men lar.&lt;br /&gt;Menda: Young?! O_O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next conversation.&lt;br /&gt;At the school gate, on the way home, random talk.&lt;br /&gt;Sadiq: I hope Mr. Namdi don't come tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;(Great minds think alike, :D)&lt;br /&gt;Menda: I also don't want Mr. Namdi to come cause I don't want to run! (No offence.)&lt;br /&gt;Sadiq: After NAPFA can relax already. You know why?! Cause only play game marh.&lt;br /&gt;Menda: To me still very stress, -__-&lt;br /&gt;Mifdhal: Lucky my PE teacher is Mrs. Liew.&lt;br /&gt;Menda: Why?! Why is mine Mr. Namdi?! T___T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slowly, we passed the zebra-crossing, and went to the stairs.&lt;br /&gt;Sadiq: Bye.&lt;br /&gt;Menda: Bye.&lt;br /&gt;Sadiq: Bye Sia Yan Ning Menda.&lt;br /&gt;Menda: Don't say my full name!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Faris get well soon, :D)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6600916019240056948-2874656778095804408?l=twentyninecentury.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twentyninecentury.blogspot.com/feeds/2874656778095804408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6600916019240056948&amp;postID=2874656778095804408' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6600916019240056948/posts/default/2874656778095804408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6600916019240056948/posts/default/2874656778095804408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twentyninecentury.blogspot.com/2010/01/great-minds-think-alike.html' title='Great minds think alike.'/><author><name>Menda Taemin Hamasakey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03422494939785951841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kuvLUuW2qbg/TGPo-wXXMbI/AAAAAAAACbU/XWz2XRXlVkk/S220/DSC08687-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kuvLUuW2qbg/S1Q5BdbH26I/AAAAAAAACH0/C2sGQkWUKwU/s72-c/tumblr_kvnrqhESY91qa0n3co1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6600916019240056948.post-7170558413565078690</id><published>2010-01-16T17:48:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-16T19:25:29.651+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Beautiful angel.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kuvLUuW2qbg/S1GQr8PLisI/AAAAAAAACFk/2bFkrqfws48/s1600-h/DSC00183.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427278110536731330" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kuvLUuW2qbg/S1GQr8PLisI/AAAAAAAACFk/2bFkrqfws48/s400/DSC00183.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;あいさつ, 私は今とても幸福であると感じます! (: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I say "Hello" on behalf of:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kuvLUuW2qbg/S1GRjpwKIEI/AAAAAAAACFs/_bFZDtdBwW4/s1600-h/DSC00200.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427279067647451202" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kuvLUuW2qbg/S1GRjpwKIEI/AAAAAAAACFs/_bFZDtdBwW4/s400/DSC00200.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Beloved Team ELDDS. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Did I forget to mention that it is CCA open house?! Yes, it is indeed CCA open house today, ohh-la-la. Though there were not enough flyers AGAIN (I told Miss Lim to print 100 copies of 2 but she went to print only 70 -.-) but most of the things went well, :D.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;First, I want to introduce my role.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I acted as Humpty's Father (wahaha) but looked like a woman (cause I'm one!) And of course, after all the Kaleidorama and Student Leader Camp post-effects, I've decided to put on make up! Those who've seen me this morning should have saw my make-up. To those who did not, here's a preview to those who've missed it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Before and after:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kuvLUuW2qbg/S1GSB3vrWII/AAAAAAAACGE/TZxTClEYREI/s1600-h/DSC00175.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427279586799605890" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kuvLUuW2qbg/S1GSB3vrWII/AAAAAAAACGE/TZxTClEYREI/s320/DSC00175.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kuvLUuW2qbg/S1GTEilhMNI/AAAAAAAACGs/sX95Dj0Jy84/s1600-h/DSC00190.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427280732171088082" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kuvLUuW2qbg/S1GTEilhMNI/AAAAAAAACGs/sX95Dj0Jy84/s320/DSC00190.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How beautiful (lol). I call it, the Mendanishing effect.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I got prepared by 9am but Miss Lim saids that the whole touring will only start at 11am (what?!) and I decided to went around with Rafiqah, Joanne, Rashiqah, Cassandra, Yixuan and Aiman around the school.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;With my Mendanishing effect, of course. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And Aiman's make-up, too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I walked around, firstly to find Jiamin (like duh) at Cross Country booth and she was laughing at me (boo!). Bad Jiamin! &gt;:( Even Andy too! I hate you people, &gt;:).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then I went around, I scared Razeenah (ohh-la-la!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I went round asking, "Who want to take picture with me?!".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And here comes my fans.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kuvLUuW2qbg/S1GVwWvUsvI/AAAAAAAACHc/ABsa-a-5bQY/s1600-h/DSC00191.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427283683928486642" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kuvLUuW2qbg/S1GVwWvUsvI/AAAAAAAACHc/ABsa-a-5bQY/s320/DSC00191.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kuvLUuW2qbg/S1GTFjRKk-I/AAAAAAAACHM/S6nov306XXM/s1600-h/DSC00194.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427280749534024674" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kuvLUuW2qbg/S1GTFjRKk-I/AAAAAAAACHM/S6nov306XXM/s320/DSC00194.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kuvLUuW2qbg/S1GTFfaCbhI/AAAAAAAACHE/0ogzda2e8iY/s1600-h/DSC00195.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427280748497497618" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kuvLUuW2qbg/S1GTFfaCbhI/AAAAAAAACHE/0ogzda2e8iY/s320/DSC00195.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kuvLUuW2qbg/S1GTFEXn8VI/AAAAAAAACG8/02M1VKwMXiU/s1600-h/DSC00196.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427280741239615826" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kuvLUuW2qbg/S1GTFEXn8VI/AAAAAAAACG8/02M1VKwMXiU/s320/DSC00196.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kuvLUuW2qbg/S1GSChHXRNI/AAAAAAAACGc/-on0p05kD0w/s1600-h/DSC00198.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427279597904807122" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kuvLUuW2qbg/S1GSChHXRNI/AAAAAAAACGc/-on0p05kD0w/s320/DSC00198.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kuvLUuW2qbg/S1GaqCUQEUI/AAAAAAAACHk/eHZWx1huAMc/s1600-h/DSC00199.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427289072925151554" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kuvLUuW2qbg/S1GaqCUQEUI/AAAAAAAACHk/eHZWx1huAMc/s320/DSC00199.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think I do look better than Aiman (of course!), :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Was very surprised that a lot of Secondary Ones are interested to join my big family of ELDDS. Please put first choice people! And join in for the fun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, thank you everyone for your effort, when we only rehearse everything only yesterday, -__-.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A last minute play, but it succeeded.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Goodjob everyone, (Y).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6600916019240056948-7170558413565078690?l=twentyninecentury.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twentyninecentury.blogspot.com/feeds/7170558413565078690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6600916019240056948&amp;postID=7170558413565078690' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6600916019240056948/posts/default/7170558413565078690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6600916019240056948/posts/default/7170558413565078690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twentyninecentury.blogspot.com/2010/01/beautiful-angel.html' title='Beautiful angel.'/><author><name>Menda Taemin Hamasakey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03422494939785951841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kuvLUuW2qbg/TGPo-wXXMbI/AAAAAAAACbU/XWz2XRXlVkk/S220/DSC08687-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kuvLUuW2qbg/S1GQr8PLisI/AAAAAAAACFk/2bFkrqfws48/s72-c/DSC00183.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6600916019240056948.post-7391446656108664491</id><published>2010-01-12T17:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-12T17:31:34.859+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hating tuesday.</title><content type='html'>Tuesday is the damn day that I've to bring truck loads of book.&lt;br /&gt;Had a fun day today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seeing someone's face really made my day, hah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6600916019240056948-7391446656108664491?l=twentyninecentury.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twentyninecentury.blogspot.com/feeds/7391446656108664491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6600916019240056948&amp;postID=7391446656108664491' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6600916019240056948/posts/default/7391446656108664491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6600916019240056948/posts/default/7391446656108664491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twentyninecentury.blogspot.com/2010/01/hating-tuesday.html' title='Hating tuesday.'/><author><name>Menda Taemin Hamasakey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03422494939785951841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kuvLUuW2qbg/TGPo-wXXMbI/AAAAAAAACbU/XWz2XRXlVkk/S220/DSC08687-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6600916019240056948.post-6974302715128586011</id><published>2010-01-08T16:50:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-08T17:08:07.732+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Meaning Of Us.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/-QEgPLgCUEI&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/-QEgPLgCUEI&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to dedicate this song for those who've step into my life to inspire me, care for me, spared a thought for me and inspired me. Thank you for being such a great person in my life.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And to "you" who've once "loved me", thank you for being a passer-by in my life. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Shall post on camp later, soon. It's totally different w/o 2E5.&lt;br /&gt;I felt like writing "Sia Yan Ning Menda, 2E5, index number 16" when I'm supposed to write "Sia Yan Ning Menda, 3E5, index number 13". No more Jiamin, Peixian, Livia, Wayne, Eya, Ben, Sean and etc with me. I felt so alone. Disheartening. The Y.T.C gang is no longer in the same class. We can no longer show our groovy moves to the others. I really do miss 2E5 cause I think I'm alone w/o a close class friend in 3E5. I've got to start to learn on how to be all alone.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sigh ):&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6600916019240056948-6974302715128586011?l=twentyninecentury.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twentyninecentury.blogspot.com/feeds/6974302715128586011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6600916019240056948&amp;postID=6974302715128586011' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6600916019240056948/posts/default/6974302715128586011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6600916019240056948/posts/default/6974302715128586011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twentyninecentury.blogspot.com/2010/01/meaning-of-us.html' title='The Meaning Of Us.'/><author><name>Menda Taemin Hamasakey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03422494939785951841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kuvLUuW2qbg/TGPo-wXXMbI/AAAAAAAACbU/XWz2XRXlVkk/S220/DSC08687-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6600916019240056948.post-6154717854847227420</id><published>2010-01-05T20:09:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-05T21:39:22.319+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Second.</title><content type='html'>2nd day of school didn't really go that well.&lt;br /&gt;First thing that didn't made my day well - 15 textbooks and workbooks, excluding those lil random exercise books, pencil case and stuff. Okay, I admit that my pencil case adds on the weight cause I have 61 items inside, -_-. But the very main cause is my damn heavy Pure Chemistry and Pure Biology book cause it's very^infinite thick and almost killed me while carrying it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did attendance again.&lt;br /&gt;I think I seriously should count how many days I did attendance and make the council records of - Most attendance duty award. I will win that, haha! Anyway, today was better cause I've got a BIG space (and I mean it!) to give/collect the attendance and I felt so great. And there's really a lot of late-comers today. The most that I've ever seen. The queue was damn looooooooongzxc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My chinese teacher is Mdm Loo and my geog teacher is Miss Chong (I like!). Then I remembered Xianchun "sabo-ing" me as an A1 student for chinese. I'm going to have stress. Ouch. I'm still sitting with Ahmad for geog. There's only 3E5 students in my Geog class. Just shift a sit infront with him. Which means...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I AM SITTING ON THE FIRST ROW FOR GEOGRAPHY OH MY GOD.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel so freaking short now. But Ahmad seems to be pretty happy about it. I want to sit behind! Haha. I don't want to sit with Ahmad during Geog, please? :) (No offence!) As for Mathematics. Did not understand a single freak on indices. I was having a very vague understanding while Ahmad kept solving the questions correctly and was trying to be action and said, "See, I am correct! This is the answer!". And I gave my usual "LOL" look. I'll rather sit with Sadiq during Mathematics class. Gosh, I miss crapping with him during those bored Science class last year. Cause if I would to sit with him during Mathematics, he would be kind enough to teach me, not like Ahmad, :). (Chey!) (Sorry no offence Mr. Mismaaruddin!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going for school camp (what the heck) on 6 to 8 Jan. I guess a lot of Secondary 3 students (like me) don't feel like going. Right?! :) And there's high elements! (L) I'm index number 13, so I might be with the odd number people. But since there isn't much people that's close to me. I've got to be flexible I guess, :D.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope the 3 day's over like... bling!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(P/S: Guess what, Miss Lee &lt;em&gt;really&lt;/em&gt; called Mifdhal, Sadiq and myself back for house prac! Awww.)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6600916019240056948-6154717854847227420?l=twentyninecentury.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twentyninecentury.blogspot.com/feeds/6154717854847227420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6600916019240056948&amp;postID=6154717854847227420' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6600916019240056948/posts/default/6154717854847227420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6600916019240056948/posts/default/6154717854847227420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twentyninecentury.blogspot.com/2010/01/second.html' title='Second.'/><author><name>Menda Taemin Hamasakey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03422494939785951841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kuvLUuW2qbg/TGPo-wXXMbI/AAAAAAAACbU/XWz2XRXlVkk/S220/DSC08687-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6600916019240056948.post-6716531252406511069</id><published>2010-01-04T16:50:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-04T17:20:51.389+08:00</updated><title type='text'>First.</title><content type='html'>A fresh start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was the first day of school and I'm glad that it went well though I missed my Core Literature lesson (which was really damn interesting).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started off my divine day with doing the duty that I've done for a year in 2009 (wow, time files.) - Attendance! Thank goodness I've Miss Wee who've helped me today if not I'll be running around the hall like an idiot, hah! Thanks a lot, Miss Wee. You've really helped me a lot today! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I went back to class, looking like a dumb cause I was the last one who went in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we settled our sitting arrangement and now I'm sitting with the "PM of chicken farm", Ahmad Mismaaruddin, one of my project work members last year. It's at the second row. In front of me, is Yiutung. Imagine how short I am now, haha! And I went for recess, finding my Jiamin! :) Her new hair is nice. Make me want to cut my hair only! :( Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then it was free period. Went to library with Khalisah, Carita, Afikah, Sadiq, Yiutung, Chunwei, Weiteng, Hsienyang and Adlin. We need to register when we go in, rather troublesome. Since I'm having 12 free periods a week. Which means, I've to be in there for 6h a week! ._. That's going to give me hell. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I headed back to class. And this was when we saw something on Ahmad's table (which I've discovered it when Ahmad was sitting beside me). It wrote: "(Someone) from (this class'2009) sucks." It was vandalised all around his table. Which really shocked me. Cause I think that if this person would to find out, he/she might think that I'm the one who did it. So, I want to make this clear.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not the one who did it. Blame yourself for making everyone to hate you, really. Be cautious of your actions. I guess you never think before you act. I thought I was the only one who hated you for being such a harmful person. But, this thing proved me wrong. I hope you get it right. I know that you'll read my blog. Just let me get this right. I'm not the one who did it. If you're angry, come scold me for all I care but I'm innocent, I feel good and there's no need for me to scold back. Cause it's none of my business. So, just blame yourself, really. I guess there's nothing much left for me to say. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So. Went to 1/2 for the Secondary 1 tour with Rafie, Rahim and Shema (she's back! :D) and I saw Miss Mok! :) Shall not elaborate about that. Hard time. But I really like the students. I hope Sabri gets well soon! I can understand how he feel because of the scar on my leg. It's not very gross to me anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went for assembly, admistrative matters. I don't know why but I feel so freaking happy when Mdm Rohimah mentioned about Venus.&lt;br /&gt;"They were nothing at first. Until last year, they became somebody."&lt;br /&gt;And I felt that there's a sudden sense of pride within myself, lol! I think I'm going back to help this year (I think Miss Lee will call me back!) with Mifdhal and Sadiq.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then went to Jurong point with Jiamin! Crapped a lot! And I guess she'll go excited when she see me cause it's going to be hard to see me in school.&lt;br /&gt;I'm excited for day 2! But I'm only released on 4:10pm all thanks to Mathematics, haha!&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(P/S: I'll update my previous post!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6600916019240056948-6716531252406511069?l=twentyninecentury.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twentyninecentury.blogspot.com/feeds/6716531252406511069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6600916019240056948&amp;postID=6716531252406511069' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6600916019240056948/posts/default/6716531252406511069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6600916019240056948/posts/default/6716531252406511069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twentyninecentury.blogspot.com/2010/01/first.html' title='First.'/><author><name>Menda Taemin Hamasakey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03422494939785951841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kuvLUuW2qbg/TGPo-wXXMbI/AAAAAAAACbU/XWz2XRXlVkk/S220/DSC08687-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6600916019240056948.post-892331793156398911</id><published>2010-01-02T17:27:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-04T16:50:55.243+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thankful wishes and 2010 hopes.</title><content type='html'>(Let's see how many days I'll take to finish posting this.)&lt;br /&gt;This post will be long. Very long.&lt;br /&gt;What I'll cover in this post:&lt;br /&gt;1) Thankful wishes.&lt;br /&gt;2) New year resolution.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first thing I want to do is to thank people who've helped me a lot during 2009, the people that I'm thankful for, :).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, for my bestie, Chan Jia Min!&lt;br /&gt;(Be proud, you're featured!)&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I want to thank you for loads of things! Cause you really let me learn a lot of stuff, we've gone through so many things together as one (you should know what I mean!).&lt;br /&gt;When I face problems, I approach you, I complain badly and scold vulgarities (which is really none of your business) but you manage to tolerate me (good job!) and give me (funny) advices.&lt;br /&gt;I also thank you for tolerating my &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"Oh my god, it's Ayumi Hamasaki!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; almost everytime. Cause some of my friends may find me irritating (no offence) for doing that. Thank you so much for everything, you're one of my best friends that I've ever met. You never ever complain about me before no matter how bad I am. We have a very good rapport cause we always crap together, any subjects, any time, any where.&lt;br /&gt;And thank you for always entertaining me with your comics! I love it a lot, trust me! Oh yes, speaking about trust. Thank you for trusting me. Really. Example? During project works. At the moment when you join me as a team, I know that you can trust me. Cause, in a group, it's all about trust that we're talking about. And you trusted me twice without hesitation.&lt;br /&gt;I also thank you for teaching me Mathematics (somehow) like how I taught you science (somehow, too). Because you manage to help me a little during class, I finally passed my Mathematics! How cool, :D.&lt;br /&gt;I thank you for suddenly appearing at my doorstep on a day before Christmas eve and gave me the notebook that I've wanted to buy from Harris. Though I was shocked, but thanks a lot!&lt;br /&gt;Of course, there's still a lot to say. But you should know that I'm blessed to have such a good friend like you.&lt;br /&gt;You're great, :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second, for my M.A.R.C, make anytime rain company!&lt;br /&gt;(Menda, Aiman, Ray, Chindi)&lt;br /&gt;Aiman Haikal!&lt;br /&gt;Hey lesbian! :) I'll never forget that you are my lesbian and I'm your gay, :D. You, better stay strong and must tell me when you face problems! We solve it together. We've face many obstacles this year. And I'm glad that we have someone to face problems with. I thank you for that. And thank you for entertaining me with your "Sexy Hamaguri Bomber Dance" always! And thanks for influencing me the Japanese culture and that's when I like Ayumi Hamasaki again.&lt;br /&gt;(People, if you find me irritating about Ayumi Hamasaki, go bash him! Lol, kidding :D.)&lt;br /&gt;It's great to have a dramatic friend like you. We share the same interest, sing together and often debate about whether Ayumi Hamasaki or Utada Hikaru is better. But I still think that Ayumi Hamasaki rocks, :D. Anyway, thank you so much and I want to sit with you during Core Literature lesson! It will be a blast!&lt;br /&gt;There's really a lot to thank you for, you should know the points well.&lt;br /&gt;Let's work hard in ELDDS, for SYF 2011.&lt;br /&gt;(Anyway, the heart-to-heart talk with Ray during OBS really make me feel better, thanks.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ray Ng!&lt;br /&gt;Hey son! It's great to have a singing partner like you! I thank you for always being there whenever I face trouble. Especially during OBS. It was great that we cried together (with Haikal). We do share the same thought, too. I'm glad that you wrote that I'm one friend you have when you need it the most, :). I cried when reading this from your blog, really. It says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;Menda. Thanks for being there most for the times when needed. Although we been through lots of stuff, But, Those stuff didn't break us up. Cause we are strong. I remember the scolding the laughters and the tears we had. That will be forever in my heart. Thank you.&lt;br /&gt;P.S. 我记得让你，哭笑不得的事。谢谢你。因为有你让我长大。我的喜怒哀乐你都看过了。&lt;br /&gt;(Translation: I remember the things that will make you get troubled whether you want to cry or laugh. Thank you. Because of you, I grew up. I'm sure you saw my happiness, anger, sadness and joy.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Ray! You're really my good son! One that I'll cherish. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last but not lease, Chindi!&lt;br /&gt;Chindi! Thanks for being such a good buddy of mine! :) I remember how retareded we were while trying to find your name in the record book of the bookshop. In the end, it was at the last page! We always have lunch together before ELDDS practises and have fun together. We can really get crazy anytime we want to. We can laugh out of sudden about anything. We might not sing too often but I'm glad to have you as a friend. Rock on, \m/!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's see. After M.A.R.C, back to classmates I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, next one. My class partner for the year, Sadiq! (:&lt;br /&gt;I know you are not going to see this but who cares? Haha! Thank you so much for being such an awesome class partner and project work leader (Semester 2) for this year. At first when the sitting plan was arranged, and I am sitting with you. Honestly, I thought that I'll die, sitting with a quiet person. But you proved me wrong. You're actually someone who can really crap a lot &amp;amp; really do entertain me up almost everytime during class. I just can't forget your "got anything left behind?" thingy &amp;amp; when I get very irritated, keep saying that there's nothing left behind. I remember that there was a period of time, you force me to say "nothing". Which from then onwards, I'll remember to help you check whether there's anything left behind. And thank you so much for sacrifising your time during project work. I remembered that there was once when you did the video till 2:30am. Thank you so much, ^^v. Since we're having the similar subjects, I'm going to irritate you (very badly, I swear) during our free period. You're really a great friend, :).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, the guy who make me addicted to Bowling Buddies on Facebook/MSN best crapper.&lt;br /&gt;Amat Hazri!&lt;br /&gt;Thank you so much for making me addicted! I'm kind of liking that game already. And you are indeed really a good crapper in MSN, always playing games with me. And I just cannot forget the "Menda boomz, Hazri rocks." thingy that make Wayne told us to shut up, hah!&lt;br /&gt;(Okay, going to add more.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall end here first.&lt;br /&gt;Note - People to thank:&lt;br /&gt;Wayne, Eya, Fadil, Jin Wei, Est, Student council, ELDDS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye folks (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6600916019240056948-892331793156398911?l=twentyninecentury.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twentyninecentury.blogspot.com/feeds/892331793156398911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6600916019240056948&amp;postID=892331793156398911' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6600916019240056948/posts/default/892331793156398911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6600916019240056948/posts/default/892331793156398911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twentyninecentury.blogspot.com/2010/01/thankful-wishes-and-2010-hopes.html' title='Thankful wishes and 2010 hopes.'/><author><name>Menda Taemin Hamasakey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03422494939785951841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kuvLUuW2qbg/TGPo-wXXMbI/AAAAAAAACbU/XWz2XRXlVkk/S220/DSC08687-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6600916019240056948.post-1495324084509610497</id><published>2009-12-31T20:33:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-31T20:34:19.179+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Before 2010 comes.</title><content type='html'>Okay, before 2010 comes, this is my last post for 2009.&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to post about my hopes for next year (tomorrow). :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye folks, happy new year :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6600916019240056948-1495324084509610497?l=twentyninecentury.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twentyninecentury.blogspot.com/feeds/1495324084509610497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6600916019240056948&amp;postID=1495324084509610497' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6600916019240056948/posts/default/1495324084509610497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6600916019240056948/posts/default/1495324084509610497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twentyninecentury.blogspot.com/2009/12/before-2010-comes.html' title='Before 2010 comes.'/><author><name>Menda Taemin Hamasakey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03422494939785951841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kuvLUuW2qbg/TGPo-wXXMbI/AAAAAAAACbU/XWz2XRXlVkk/S220/DSC08687-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6600916019240056948.post-8459203122695143951</id><published>2009-12-25T12:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-25T12:41:19.422+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry christmas!</title><content type='html'>Merry christmas everyone :D!&lt;br /&gt;I sent a very imaginative message to Jiamin this morning &amp;amp; I'm proud of it! ^^v&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I guess that I'm still pretty lazy to blog about the 3 events. And, I have to add on another event now. The CCA meeting with Dhacha, Haikal and Miss Lim. The meeting was fun, very. Cause our lunch was all under Miss Lim! We talked about CCA stuffs (of course) and I find that this year was a challenging year for me. And Miss Lim told me that I'll only be able to step down with Haikal, Dhacha, Chindi, Shah, Jeremy, Sharul and Nasimah only on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;June 2011.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How sad. The others are stepping down on April, and I've to wait for June. Cause we have a surprising news.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ELDDS is going to participate in SYF! ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm sure that we are going to win cause I have confidence with them and I believe that we can do it.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; please, this is not meant to be a joke, thank you :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6600916019240056948-8459203122695143951?l=twentyninecentury.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twentyninecentury.blogspot.com/feeds/8459203122695143951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6600916019240056948&amp;postID=8459203122695143951' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6600916019240056948/posts/default/8459203122695143951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6600916019240056948/posts/default/8459203122695143951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twentyninecentury.blogspot.com/2009/12/merry-christmas.html' title='Merry christmas!'/><author><name>Menda Taemin Hamasakey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03422494939785951841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kuvLUuW2qbg/TGPo-wXXMbI/AAAAAAAACbU/XWz2XRXlVkk/S220/DSC08687-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6600916019240056948.post-6623827941857716613</id><published>2009-12-21T16:49:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-21T16:53:16.073+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dead blog.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Gaga ooh lala to my dead blog&lt;/strong&gt; (:&lt;br /&gt;I shall &lt;em&gt;really&lt;/em&gt; update on 23rd I promise. Cause I'm busy + lazy to post here. I'm more active in Twitter &amp;amp; my newly created Tumblr page.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall post on...&lt;br /&gt;1) Class outing (9 December)&lt;br /&gt;2) Bowling outing with Jiamin, Wayne, Hazri, Yiutung &amp;amp; Sadiq (17 December)&lt;br /&gt;3) Secondary 1 Registration (23 December)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shall leave the blog dead (again) for now.&lt;br /&gt;I promise that I'll post! I shall &lt;strong&gt;force&lt;/strong&gt; myself to do so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, if you are REALLY bored, go to this page: &lt;a href="http://swearyourlove.tumblr.com/"&gt;http://swearyourlove.tumblr.com/&lt;/a&gt; to kill your boredom. Please go if you are really bored. Trust me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6600916019240056948-6623827941857716613?l=twentyninecentury.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twentyninecentury.blogspot.com/feeds/6623827941857716613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6600916019240056948&amp;postID=6623827941857716613' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6600916019240056948/posts/default/6623827941857716613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6600916019240056948/posts/default/6623827941857716613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twentyninecentury.blogspot.com/2009/12/dead-blog.html' title='Dead blog.'/><author><name>Menda Taemin Hamasakey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03422494939785951841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kuvLUuW2qbg/TGPo-wXXMbI/AAAAAAAACbU/XWz2XRXlVkk/S220/DSC08687-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6600916019240056948.post-4979255148667735665</id><published>2009-12-10T21:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-10T21:53:50.628+08:00</updated><title type='text'>OBS camp!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I've decided not to really post about OBS since that it's going to be a long post and I'm lazy to type it out. Just going to type a few things that I find it fun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) I've overcome my fears! Things like rock climbing, mud, walking on land for around 8km, sea water and many more.&lt;br /&gt;2) But, I've not overcome crockroaches. :D&lt;br /&gt;3) Love kayaking the most! During break at camp 3, splashed water on Haikal, Ray, Sadiq and Sakinah. Awesome. :D&lt;br /&gt;4) Shared the same kayak with Susy and Venson. Damn fun.&lt;br /&gt;5) Had fun talking about Naruto with Rama and Zhen Hui.&lt;br /&gt;6) Nice experience of sleeping in tents.&lt;br /&gt;7) Had fun during 4th day night, cooking competition.&lt;br /&gt;8)Heart-to-heart talk with Haikal and Ray.&lt;br /&gt;9)Best part: 5th day, on the way back, in the bus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shall elaborate on the last point.&lt;/p&gt;I was on the bus with Haikal, Pei Jun, Sakinah, Rafie and Sadiq at the back. And Haikal did his Hamaguri Bomber dance. It was so funny than ever maybe because he added his sexy moves (so called) inside. My facial expression was like... never mind. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Rafie went to check out on the video, nice one. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shall post about class outing soon, once Eya posted the pictures. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6600916019240056948-4979255148667735665?l=twentyninecentury.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twentyninecentury.blogspot.com/feeds/4979255148667735665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6600916019240056948&amp;postID=4979255148667735665' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6600916019240056948/posts/default/4979255148667735665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6600916019240056948/posts/default/4979255148667735665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twentyninecentury.blogspot.com/2009/12/obs-camp.html' title='OBS camp!'/><author><name>Menda Taemin Hamasakey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03422494939785951841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kuvLUuW2qbg/TGPo-wXXMbI/AAAAAAAACbU/XWz2XRXlVkk/S220/DSC08687-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6600916019240056948.post-6506299158650476963</id><published>2009-12-07T17:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-07T18:00:09.589+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sleepy break.</title><content type='html'>I wanted to post about OBS camp tonight but I forget that I'm having my Secondary 3 Biology tuition tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shall post with class outing then. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6600916019240056948-6506299158650476963?l=twentyninecentury.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twentyninecentury.blogspot.com/feeds/6506299158650476963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6600916019240056948&amp;postID=6506299158650476963' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6600916019240056948/posts/default/6506299158650476963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6600916019240056948/posts/default/6506299158650476963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twentyninecentury.blogspot.com/2009/12/sleepy-break.html' title='Sleepy break.'/><author><name>Menda Taemin Hamasakey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03422494939785951841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kuvLUuW2qbg/TGPo-wXXMbI/AAAAAAAACbU/XWz2XRXlVkk/S220/DSC08687-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6600916019240056948.post-2947333680504463569</id><published>2009-11-29T16:24:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-29T16:33:30.839+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Off to OBS!</title><content type='html'>Okay, I'm off for OBS.&lt;br /&gt;From 30 November to 4 December.&lt;br /&gt;Will only be posting on 7 December.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye people. :)&lt;br /&gt;Please do not call or message me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6600916019240056948-2947333680504463569?l=twentyninecentury.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twentyninecentury.blogspot.com/feeds/2947333680504463569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6600916019240056948&amp;postID=2947333680504463569' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6600916019240056948/posts/default/2947333680504463569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6600916019240056948/posts/default/2947333680504463569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twentyninecentury.blogspot.com/2009/11/off-to-obs.html' title='Off to OBS!'/><author><name>Menda Taemin Hamasakey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03422494939785951841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kuvLUuW2qbg/TGPo-wXXMbI/AAAAAAAACbU/XWz2XRXlVkk/S220/DSC08687-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6600916019240056948.post-7789136872276936799</id><published>2009-11-28T20:37:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-28T22:22:03.879+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Student Leaders Camp!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kuvLUuW2qbg/SxEcJ1yo84I/AAAAAAAACCI/hCWa2ppSftE/s1600/20.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409135582832554882" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kuvLUuW2qbg/SxEcJ1yo84I/AAAAAAAACCI/hCWa2ppSftE/s200/20.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hi :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, I'm back from the very first Student Leaders Camp (also known as SLC). I did not really enjoy it because of some personal reasons (I'm sure Chindi know what happened!). The campers are being called student leaders while the instructors (executive members of the council) are called the RC (Rainbow Commandos) which I actually disagree at first cause I wanted it to be CC (Colourful Commandos) but in the end I think that RC was a better name cause CC sounds so...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Funny.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay, 1st day!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kuvLUuW2qbg/SxEaIwRnrsI/AAAAAAAACCA/7ZQcQmowaZU/s1600/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409133365148757698" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kuvLUuW2qbg/SxEaIwRnrsI/AAAAAAAACCA/7ZQcQmowaZU/s200/1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was lazy and only reported to school at 6:50am when I'm supposed to meet them at 6:30am. At around 8am, we went to take attendance. And the attendance totally shucks. Expected participants was 99. But we left with only half the number of people participating. How great. Damn attendance.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During ice-breakers (Whacko, blow wind blow and wall of SL):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kuvLUuW2qbg/SxEZ1SaFTwI/AAAAAAAACA4/DBuSLsu_h5A/s1600/11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409133030713675522" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kuvLUuW2qbg/SxEZ1SaFTwI/AAAAAAAACA4/DBuSLsu_h5A/s200/11.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kuvLUuW2qbg/SxEaBar1_3I/AAAAAAAACBI/N9gHMvmdN2U/s1600/9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409133239094083442" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kuvLUuW2qbg/SxEaBar1_3I/AAAAAAAACBI/N9gHMvmdN2U/s200/9.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kuvLUuW2qbg/SxEaA-VoUxI/AAAAAAAACBA/_VrGqDxD2ko/s1600/10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409133231484719890" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kuvLUuW2qbg/SxEaA-VoUxI/AAAAAAAACBA/_VrGqDxD2ko/s200/10.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kuvLUuW2qbg/SxEZ0DaoBII/AAAAAAAACAY/l489pTvsqYk/s1600/15.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409133009509549186" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kuvLUuW2qbg/SxEZ0DaoBII/AAAAAAAACAY/l489pTvsqYk/s200/15.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Went to find my darling Yolanda team. My group members were quiet but I still think that they are the best.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kuvLUuW2qbg/SxEaIrTL0xI/AAAAAAAACB4/odohmYV-fRQ/s1600/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409133363813143314" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kuvLUuW2qbg/SxEaIrTL0xI/AAAAAAAACB4/odohmYV-fRQ/s200/2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a group photo of my darling Yolanda!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to ISH for group sit-up. I did not like it as the RC(s) cannot get involved in the game. How sad. But we took loads of pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kuvLUuW2qbg/SxEZ0iADT1I/AAAAAAAACAg/m8soDIeCfik/s1600/14.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409133017719590738" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kuvLUuW2qbg/SxEZ0iADT1I/AAAAAAAACAg/m8soDIeCfik/s200/14.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kuvLUuW2qbg/SxEoB81FjiI/AAAAAAAACCY/GleS4qioyag/s1600/22.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409148641422446114" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kuvLUuW2qbg/SxEoB81FjiI/AAAAAAAACCY/GleS4qioyag/s200/22.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And if I'm not wrong, the bridge game was also on the first day. Again, RC(s) cannot play. :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I took pictures with Haikal.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kuvLUuW2qbg/SxEaByO_rxI/AAAAAAAACBY/Eoo8Ah8QN4E/s1600/6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409133245415534354" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kuvLUuW2qbg/SxEaByO_rxI/AAAAAAAACBY/Eoo8Ah8QN4E/s200/6.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kuvLUuW2qbg/SxEaBW9LxbI/AAAAAAAACBQ/Hv4XsePoEhs/s1600/7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409133238093071794" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kuvLUuW2qbg/SxEaBW9LxbI/AAAAAAAACBQ/Hv4XsePoEhs/s200/7.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;After all the what-so-ever-craps, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Night walk!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My make up was awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kuvLUuW2qbg/SxEZoZVMaJI/AAAAAAAACAA/Odh5ubII33Y/s1600/18.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 203px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409132809233918098" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kuvLUuW2qbg/SxEZoZVMaJI/AAAAAAAACAA/Odh5ubII33Y/s200/18.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;From left to right: (ignore the one that the face was not facing the camera)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Menda, Yoges, Haikal, Ray, Aqilah!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And this was Yoges idea.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kuvLUuW2qbg/SxEZoH7xMZI/AAAAAAAAB_4/TGWmiGx_xRU/s1600/19.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 206px; HEIGHT: 159px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409132804563874194" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kuvLUuW2qbg/SxEZoH7xMZI/AAAAAAAAB_4/TGWmiGx_xRU/s200/19.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;From left to right:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Menda, Yoges, Haikal.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kuvLUuW2qbg/SxEoTuwvCYI/AAAAAAAACCw/zjcVSk3qd1w/s1600/25.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Day 2!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Inter-group-relay-challenge (IGRC). I think this is the game that all the SL(s) prefer the most. Cause it's water. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kuvLUuW2qbg/SxEaH8x5MlI/AAAAAAAACBo/88P4u5LZYcQ/s1600/4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 148px; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409133351325479506" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kuvLUuW2qbg/SxEaH8x5MlI/AAAAAAAACBo/88P4u5LZYcQ/s200/4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Both Haikal and I were in-charge of this. Whoever comes to our station, will have to play scissors paper stone with us. Of course, the loser will get wet! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Camp finale!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kuvLUuW2qbg/SxEZ00Fda5I/AAAAAAAACAo/GIffHOsBIhY/s1600/13.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409133022574111634" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kuvLUuW2qbg/SxEZ00Fda5I/AAAAAAAACAo/GIffHOsBIhY/s200/13.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kuvLUuW2qbg/SxEoBoYN01I/AAAAAAAACCQ/HzgV-JW-TMY/s1600/21.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409148635932644178" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kuvLUuW2qbg/SxEoBoYN01I/AAAAAAAACCQ/HzgV-JW-TMY/s200/21.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We did a dance competition with Ngee Ann and I hope to get the video from anyone soon! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then we went out to take pictures with the NP leaders.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was shocked when I saw Shaun, Sherlyn and Irsyad! I love them to the max. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409132816646054082" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kuvLUuW2qbg/SxEZo08YoMI/AAAAAAAACAQ/Od_Mo6_l9eE/s200/16.jpg" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kuvLUuW2qbg/SxEaCJkUaAI/AAAAAAAACBg/ZRmmMEHGcXY/s1600/5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409133251678988290" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kuvLUuW2qbg/SxEaCJkUaAI/AAAAAAAACBg/ZRmmMEHGcXY/s200/5.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kuvLUuW2qbg/SxEoxVoNn-I/AAAAAAAACDA/axFGYw7-QMQ/s1600/17.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409149455533187042" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kuvLUuW2qbg/SxEoxVoNn-I/AAAAAAAACDA/axFGYw7-QMQ/s200/17.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 3:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kuvLUuW2qbg/SxEoCemrkOI/AAAAAAAACCg/M7LWctVUCso/s1600/23.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409148650488828130" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kuvLUuW2qbg/SxEoCemrkOI/AAAAAAAACCg/M7LWctVUCso/s200/23.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kuvLUuW2qbg/SxEoTuwvCYI/AAAAAAAACCw/zjcVSk3qd1w/s1600/25.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409148946883742082" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kuvLUuW2qbg/SxEoTuwvCYI/AAAAAAAACCw/zjcVSk3qd1w/s200/25.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kuvLUuW2qbg/SxEoCg4p6WI/AAAAAAAACCo/K2vsgTVrMlI/s1600/24.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409148651101088098" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kuvLUuW2qbg/SxEoCg4p6WI/AAAAAAAACCo/K2vsgTVrMlI/s200/24.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Shall not post more.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Going for OBS with Sadiq, Ray, Livia, Haikal, Susy, Suhailah, Rafie and many more.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Byebye peeps! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"You should not be the RC at first".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yeah, right. Cause I'm not a good leader after all. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I should quit the council, go bang wall and die right?! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6600916019240056948-7789136872276936799?l=twentyninecentury.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twentyninecentury.blogspot.com/feeds/7789136872276936799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6600916019240056948&amp;postID=7789136872276936799' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6600916019240056948/posts/default/7789136872276936799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6600916019240056948/posts/default/7789136872276936799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twentyninecentury.blogspot.com/2009/11/student-leaders-camp.html' title='Student Leaders Camp!'/><author><name>Menda Taemin Hamasakey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03422494939785951841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kuvLUuW2qbg/TGPo-wXXMbI/AAAAAAAACbU/XWz2XRXlVkk/S220/DSC08687-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kuvLUuW2qbg/SxEcJ1yo84I/AAAAAAAACCI/hCWa2ppSftE/s72-c/20.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
