<?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-8100105137559376967</id><updated>2011-07-30T21:31:17.097-07:00</updated><category term='I&apos;m going to sleep now'/><category term='eeeeeeeeeeeeeeewww'/><category term='a lifetime of crushes and your broken dreams'/><category term='antm'/><category term='hair cut'/><category term='it&apos;s camp babeyyy'/><category term='I miss my bestfriend alot'/><category term='lantern festival old folks'/><category term='my'/><category term='I&apos;m not a princess this ain&apos;t a fairytale'/><category term='I can&apos;t take another slow goodbye'/><category term='the world is coming to an end'/><category term='hopelessly devoted to you no more'/><category term='mats invasion'/><category term='I&apos;m the hopeless case on the outside'/><category term='Awezummmm'/><category term='seriously'/><category term='what a wonderful caricature of intimacy'/><category term='I should probably start with my homework and start studying'/><category term='I&apos;m living in lights of boredom'/><category term='psychopathic idiot'/><category term='aimless post'/><category term='I miss you'/><category term='old old old old old'/><category term='you lift my feet off the ground'/><category term='House Bunny'/><category term='the day I need to hyperventilate'/><category term='I&apos;m just thinking out loud'/><category term='up til morning'/><category term='It was you and me against the world'/><category term='Hey rolled-up sleeves'/><category term='boringggggggz'/><category term='miss you so bad'/><category term='lame'/><category term='oh someone help meeeeeeee'/><category term='perfect world'/><category term='DAVID ARCHULETA'/><category term='boredom'/><category term='happy birthday'/><category term='sunsets and silouette dreams'/><category term='half a day of school'/><category term='I miss the old days'/><category term='clazz chalet'/><category term='Bitches for eternity'/><category term='Audrey'/><category term='studded bag'/><category term='havana nights'/><category term='she screams her pillow'/><category term='dream'/><category term='i love you you love me'/><category term='I miss Aishu :('/><category term='screw art'/><category term='homework homework homework'/><category term='towards the end of the June holidays'/><category term='Art killa'/><category term='they said that kid&apos;s he&apos;s got soul'/><category term='hate school art'/><category term='class bbq'/><category term='oh my'/><category term='I am wonderfully made'/><category term='Ice Cream'/><category term='first day and second day of school'/><category term='saturday'/><category term='weird'/><category term='Jonas 3D movie'/><category term='wedding bells'/><category term='You&apos;ll be the prince I&apos;ll be the princess'/><category term='diet diet diet'/><category term='the world should be a peaceful place'/><title type='text'>lalabelle</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fireinalarm.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8100105137559376967/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fireinalarm.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8100105137559376967/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>ameera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04173644674394204895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>112</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8100105137559376967.post-3632542146550800723</id><published>2009-11-14T09:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-14T09:19:18.681-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hiiiiii! I realised that I've left this blog for quite some time. So anyways, N's are long over. And I'm currently working. Part-time la. Ya'll don't need to know where. So, I'm currently watching 'Oh Baby' with my cousin, Finz. I srsly cannot sleep. Luckily tomorrow's my off day. Not sure if I'm going out though. See how. Waiting for people to text me^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMGGGGGGG, RANDY PANGALILA IS SO HOTTT! random&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8100105137559376967-3632542146550800723?l=fireinalarm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fireinalarm.blogspot.com/feeds/3632542146550800723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8100105137559376967&amp;postID=3632542146550800723' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8100105137559376967/posts/default/3632542146550800723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8100105137559376967/posts/default/3632542146550800723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fireinalarm.blogspot.com/2009/11/hiiiiii-i-realised-that-ive-left-this.html' title=''/><author><name>ameera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04173644674394204895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8100105137559376967.post-3498161175244011411</id><published>2009-08-16T01:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-16T01:17:36.941-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>omggggg, prelims this week! First paper on Wednesday, is SS. Pocchillah, gone case already. Then Thursday's Malay. Followed by English on Friday. Did I mention that we still have to do art? For prelims uh. Duuuh. but still, timing's limited. Art is not the only subject I'm taking okay. Fucking hell, I'm taking 7 other subjects, including combined sciences and combined humans. Okay, I clearly know that there are other people who has more subjects than I do, but Art is just taking too much of my time. It's not like that fucking gay is going to understand anyway. he thinks art is so important. It's so important that it's killing us! HELLO! Like what? Do we eat.think about art.sleep.think about art.shower.think about art. Psycho!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;URGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8100105137559376967-3498161175244011411?l=fireinalarm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fireinalarm.blogspot.com/feeds/3498161175244011411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8100105137559376967&amp;postID=3498161175244011411' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8100105137559376967/posts/default/3498161175244011411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8100105137559376967/posts/default/3498161175244011411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fireinalarm.blogspot.com/2009/08/omggggg-prelims-this-week-first-paper.html' title=''/><author><name>ameera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04173644674394204895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8100105137559376967.post-3776219450908061879</id><published>2009-08-07T06:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-07T07:06:41.849-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Awezummmm'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Just when I thought my week couldn't get any better, it just did! Today was v.v.v fruitful. Awesome! So, went to school as per normal. Eeeew, I didn't see rolled-up sleeves. I'm sad :( Anyways, _______ was in the bus. And Francesca TOOKPHOTOSOFHIM! OMGOMGOMGOMG LA. Had National Day Mass &amp; Celebration. Mass was normal. The celebrations were more lively. Well, duuuuh. My friends and I were singing the national day song as if it's some top radio hit. So enthu. Omg, luckily SOME people didn't see. Especially Sampan! It would be v.v.v embarrassing. ttm. Afterwards, headed to town with Dianah and Fariha. Took 105 and alighted outside Far East Plaza. Dianah got belts for her dad, while I got myself 3 pairs of earrings. :DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...moving on, we then trained down to Bugis. Walked to Zamzam. Fuuuh! Murtabak shiok like dunnoe what liddat. Srsly. Anyways, then.... I GUESS ALL I COULD SAY IS THAT I'M VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY HAPPY. Oh, how I wish everyday single day was like today's. I saw SOME people. Fuuuuh, fruitful. Got hot ones! *wink wink* So then, the day was spent like this. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zamzam &gt; Arab Street &gt; Haji Lane &gt; Bugis Junction &gt; Sent Fariha off at the bus stop outside Bugis Street &gt; Topshop &gt; Golden Landmark, cos it was raining &gt; Purposely went to 7eleven &gt; Walk back towards Golden Landmark &gt; SAW SOOOOOMMMMEEEE PEOPLE, OMFG &gt; Headed towards Bugis Street &gt; Had some phototaking session, heh &gt; Bugis Street &gt; Up Down Left Right &gt; Illuma &gt; Bugis Junction &gt; Sat outside Macdonald's and had some random singing-lepak thing with Dianah &gt; Went inside Macs, bought shaker fries &gt; omg, the macs was damn smelly, cos I think the pipe burst or something &gt; Had a lot of laughters just observing 2 __________. Lol &gt; Trained down to Tampines &gt; Frolick, ftw! &gt; Stood in the middle of nowhere &gt; Bumped into my brother, he gave me $20 for no reason. Whooohoo! Instantly rich &gt; Home!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well well well, I've never really spent one whole day, or half a day walking just at the same place over and over again. Hmm.. nevermind. Dianah, we shall go and eat at Zamzam again soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh ohhhhh, I just found out something when I got home. It made me rly rly rly rly like extremely happy! Whooo! Ameera, be prepared for some fruitful busrides!!! *wink wink*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8100105137559376967-3776219450908061879?l=fireinalarm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fireinalarm.blogspot.com/feeds/3776219450908061879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8100105137559376967&amp;postID=3776219450908061879' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8100105137559376967/posts/default/3776219450908061879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8100105137559376967/posts/default/3776219450908061879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fireinalarm.blogspot.com/2009/08/just-when-i-thought-my-week-couldnt-get.html' title=''/><author><name>ameera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04173644674394204895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8100105137559376967.post-3667643610722902435</id><published>2009-08-06T08:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-07T06:24:38.516-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hey rolled-up sleeves'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Whtvr's going on, I really hope it'd end soon. Exams, or shall I say Prelims are in less than 2 weeks time are all of you are being distracted by negative stuff. Is it really important to argue about nasty remarks? I, honestly, do not want to be involved in any of the shit that's going on. Wait, okay I'm not involved. But my friends are, and they're my concerns. I'm not going to call anyone a Mofo, cos for one, I know a person shouldn't be called that. A person is worthy of a name. And all the "Mofo's" have one. To think of it, both parties are not facing this matter rationally. They're just trashing each other at their blogs. I mean, come on la, what's the use of it? If both parties continue trashing each other, I don't think we'll all see an end to this matter. I'm not being some busybody bitch, but I'm just concerned for ALL of you. You guys should just stop trashing and get a day when all of you are free and settle things rationally, not physically or with vulgarities. I know it's not important to have ALOT of friends, but having enemies is worst off. I'd rather have friends than enemies, srsly. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I honestly think, this is just some misunderstanding. Because I think, both parties are looking at the situation from a different angle, therefore leading each and everyone of them into different conclusions. I think the name-callings were totally unneccessary. By calling that person a ______ or a ______, you ought to think twice. I mean, how would you feel if you were in their shoes, getting called a ______ or a ______. You would probably feel the exact same way. And, you guys were all friends before this matter cocked up. But trashing each other by digging out all the secrets shared shouldn't be the way. It's no doubt you guys are angry, I know. I WOULD be angry too. But please la, eventhough you guys no longer consider yourselves friends, secrets should stay secrets. How would you feel if someone revealed your deepest, darkest secret? Okay, lastly, must I remind you. I am not on anyone's side. I'm a neutral party here. By me hanging around with the other party doesn't mean that I'm on their side. Neither am I on yours. Which explains why I didn't join them in the boat blogging about the other party being bitches or whatsoever. I listen to what they say, but I don't respond. Ya'll should really think through what has happened and reflect. Okay, if ya'll really don't want to forgive each other, why not ya'll pretend things never happened. Pretend that they're invisible. Just pretend. It's way better than wasting your time thinking about the matter. Is it really worth the fight? At the end of the day, when ya'll still refuse to reconcile, the matter will probably still continue. Isn't it tiring? I feel tired just listening about the whole issue. Like the saying, "it takes 2 hands to clap", this is the exact same situation. If you guys keep argueing, the hands would be clapping air, trying to get on the same page. So you guys should really just stop all the negative crap and settle things out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does it really matter who wins in this situation? Like as if ya'll are gonna win some nobel prize. If I were ya'll, I'd forget about the matter and move on with life, keep my cool and would rather worry about other things worthy enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, that is just what I see from my point of view. To ALL my friends, I really hope this matter dies down. I hope all of you will do well in your exams, prelims, N levels, whtvr. Study hard, we shall all move up to Sec 5 tgt. Awezum!! Love ya'll. Each and everyone of ya'll. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodness! Do you know how wonderful this week has been so far? Besides the fact that there's night study, misunderstandings and tests. I rly rly love my mornings. More and more each day. Just 2 days ago, on Tuesday, something rly hit me and lift me off my feet. Okay literally. And no, I did not kiss some boy, neither did I get a new boyfriend. To make the story shorter, I like to think about crushes in a childish way. Isn't it just cute? I took the early bus to school and my crush sat beside me. I almost died. See how I see it? Childish, I know. But that's my own problem. I don't need any comments from you. He was so adorable. Oh my. And this morning, I saw him again. He took the late bus this time. The bus I usually take. My friends and I were sitting at the back of the bus. But not like all the way at the back. Maybe 1-2 seats infront. He sat all the way at the back. Since I sat infront, I turned to my friends as an excuse to just look at him. I think he rly was annoyed by the noise that we made, btw. 'Cause I think that he was tired and was trying to get some sleep. He slept after a while, anyways. Do you know how adorable he looks like? Okay, I'm not a psycho. I DO NOT observe how people sleep. It's only in these situations. Okay, THIS situation. But I swear, he's fcuking cute when he sleeps. Even cuter when he's awake! Heh^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. I feel like I'm some primary 2 or 3 girl. Nevermind. I'd rather be shy and childish like this than to be wild and over-socialise. Hahah. I'm not implying anything. Omgosh, to think of it, I'm quite conservative. Like I know, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause I can’t help it if you look like an angel &lt;br /&gt;Can’t help it if I wanna kiss you in the rain so &lt;br /&gt;Come feel this magic I’ve been feeling since I met you &lt;br /&gt;Can’t help it if there’s no one else &lt;br /&gt;I can’t help myself &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[lyrics are so random,kay]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hugs and kisses!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8100105137559376967-3667643610722902435?l=fireinalarm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fireinalarm.blogspot.com/feeds/3667643610722902435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8100105137559376967&amp;postID=3667643610722902435' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8100105137559376967/posts/default/3667643610722902435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8100105137559376967/posts/default/3667643610722902435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fireinalarm.blogspot.com/2009/08/whtvrs-going-on-i-really-hope-itd-end.html' title=''/><author><name>ameera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04173644674394204895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8100105137559376967.post-1097238465079353176</id><published>2009-08-04T08:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T09:06:55.091-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the day I need to hyperventilate'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oh goodness! I'm v.v.v happy. Finally art is over. For now. I was supposed to go and collect my Prelims art question paper today, but Sam Lim was out with the sec 2 girls. Kay, so whtvr. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to town after school with Cherzinger &amp; Sherryn. Cherryl finally got her bag. So then, we walked to Borders to supposedly admire the paperchase stuffs. But the things are decreasing. So boring, not happening anymore. After which, we headed to ION Orchard. Hahah, my first time ehhh. That place is humongous. I think like 2 times the size of my school. Siow uh! So then, had lunch at Burger King. And the burger king outlet looks very futuristic. Like got pipes sticking out here and there, acting as lights. Lame uh. Haha. So walked around. Whooooo! The shops are damn awesome. (I'm gonna start saving up!) We then left ION and went to Paragon. While walking, I really felt like as if I wasn't in Orchard Road in Singapore. It feels as if I'm in some other country. For one, because of the massive shopping mall. Secondly, the people who were walking around are mostly foreigners. Laughed here and there. After Paragon, we trained back to Toa Payoh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Freaking hell, Sherryn didn't go for night study in school. Haha, actually, I don't need to go, cause I didn't sign up for it. But, might as well go right? Need to buck up and plus, prelims are less than 2 weeks away. No kidding. But I don't think anything got into my head. We were playing stupid mind games and telling ghost stories. Hahahah. Audrey and I were shaking the coke and pepsi bottles to have the sound when you turn the cap. All to make our 'advertisement'. My idea. Not stupid or lame uh! Talked more, and was dismissed at 9. Went to sign out at the library. Papa was outside school waiting for me. So left, and home it was!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm very happy today. Like very very very very very happy. The amount of 'very' (s) does not define how much happy I am. Cause I'm just extremely happy. Good thing I took the early bus. But, the sad thing is that, when I was walking into school for night study, the damn bus HAD to pass by. Urgh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Promise I'll be kind, &lt;br /&gt;But I won't stop until that boy is mine&lt;br /&gt;Baby you'll be famous, &lt;br /&gt;Chase you down until you love me &lt;br /&gt;Papa-paparazzi&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;[isn't the lyrics just so ironic?]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8100105137559376967-1097238465079353176?l=fireinalarm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fireinalarm.blogspot.com/feeds/1097238465079353176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8100105137559376967&amp;postID=1097238465079353176' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8100105137559376967/posts/default/1097238465079353176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8100105137559376967/posts/default/1097238465079353176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fireinalarm.blogspot.com/2009/08/oh-goodness-im-v.html' title=''/><author><name>ameera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04173644674394204895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8100105137559376967.post-4953712419663834811</id><published>2009-07-29T04:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-29T04:56:44.741-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Had my Malay N level orals just now. It sucked big time. Seriously. Firstly, cos it was held at THAT school. Secondly was, I was stuttering through my passage. The conversation sucked even more. Fullstop. Okay. Anyways, allow me to share what happened this morning. The bus was approaching my school's stop, so it was the double-decked bus. Yaaaaah. So, I was going down the stairs when I accidentally hit my head on the ceiling of the bus. Cos I'm just too tall laaaaah. I just like giggled to myself, cos Francesca was behind me. And I heard someone/people laughed. So when I got down to the lower deck, Francesca told me that some Fjsdguydgfk laughed at me. Annoyingzzzzxxxx! and embarrassing ttm! Urgh. THEY like to stare as if we've got some kind of disease. Like literally just STARE. I'll give them something to stare at soon. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAYS,IMVERYHAPPYCOSIFINALLYSAWMUSCULAR&amp;STUDDEDBAGAFTER2FREAKINGWEEKS.AINTTHATJUSTAWESOME?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8100105137559376967-4953712419663834811?l=fireinalarm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fireinalarm.blogspot.com/feeds/4953712419663834811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8100105137559376967&amp;postID=4953712419663834811' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8100105137559376967/posts/default/4953712419663834811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8100105137559376967/posts/default/4953712419663834811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fireinalarm.blogspot.com/2009/07/had-my-malay-n-level-orals-just-now.html' title=''/><author><name>ameera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04173644674394204895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8100105137559376967.post-5785914769104363339</id><published>2009-07-26T04:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T05:01:49.025-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Currently, doing my art. Oh, did I mention that art submissions is this Friday? But Mr Lim wants us to hand-up by Wednesday. How? Omg, I'm gonna die. I'm very sure I'll have to stay back in school 'til 6 pm for the next 2 days. Or he'll make me. Oh my. And I'll be having my Malay N level Orals this Wednesday. Sheeeeeeethead. I'll have to speak in Malay (Duh, right!) But still, my malay (not to brag) is quite good. But my speaking ain't that good. It sucks. I speak malay as if I'm not a malay. Kay, just pray for me. Pray...pray...pray.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hugs and kisses&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8100105137559376967-5785914769104363339?l=fireinalarm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fireinalarm.blogspot.com/feeds/5785914769104363339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8100105137559376967&amp;postID=5785914769104363339' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8100105137559376967/posts/default/5785914769104363339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8100105137559376967/posts/default/5785914769104363339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fireinalarm.blogspot.com/2009/07/currently-doing-my-art.html' title=''/><author><name>ameera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04173644674394204895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8100105137559376967.post-5922362791331137790</id><published>2009-07-22T08:41:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-22T09:05:23.042-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Suuuuppppz! I should really be sleeping now. But urgh, my eyes just don't want to close luh. How?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yesterday was Racial Harmony Day. What an awesome awesome day, wasn't it? You see all the colourful ethnic costumes. ^^ But I think my school is one of the only schools celebrating RHD. As in, the MOE doesn't allow mass gatherings, right? Due to H1N1. Lessons were as per normal anyways, just that we were all wearing our ethnic costumes. Awezumz! All of us from FourSeven wore ethnic costumes. So colourful. So wonderful. And it was also our reason for not having PE. We all went for PE then we like, "Mr Singh, we all wearing our ethnic costumes, very hard to take off la. Don't need to have PE la. " Surprisingly, he agreed to let us skip PE. So then, took some photos. Fun fun fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was really hot that I took off my kebaya top and just wore my spags almost the whole day. Anyways, after school, got changed and headed to Lavender with Cherzinger and Sherryn. Cos Sherryn wanted to collect her IC. Ingaaaayyy laaaah. After 10 million donkey years then she collect. Slow much. Heh. Thereafter, trained down to Suntec to meet up with Lourdy, Jazreel and Shanz. Our intitial plan was to watch a movie. Either Ice Age 3 or Harry Potter. But the timings were quite late luh. Cos each and everyone of us had some commitments, so we didn't watch. But it would be my second time watching both of those movies. So then, we all went to Carrefour. So we planned to have a picnic somewhere like Esplanade. But lazy bumz *coughs* Lourdy, Sherryn ecetera ecetera *coughs* were lazy to walk. We were like fooling in Carrefour. Pushing the cart around. As if it was our house. Run here run there. Like some deprived spastic. With the big cart, we put our bags instead of putting in things we wanted to buy. In the end, we just bought sushi. Ingay la! After paying, we thought maybe we could have Lunch+Dinner=Linner at the foodcourt. But we walked and this shop caught our eyes...Souperlicious! They all got soups except me. I bought the Roasted Beef Sandwich. Fciuk, I tell you, the Cheese Macaroni ( Macaroni and cheese la) is FIdfuifhfg shiok! After our &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Linner,  &lt;/span&gt;I was supposed to rush down to Bishan to meet Dianah to go home with her. But those bimbos were asking me to wait for them, cos they were heading the same way. But like, I left after a while. Then, while walking, Dianah called and said that she had to rush home. Wah! Called Cherryl straight away. Hmm...so waited for Bimboz at the City Hall mrt station. They take sucha long time to walk. Seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So then, parted and said our goodbyes. Trained home with Cherzinger. Omg, and I watched Cinta Fitri season 4. Randy Pangalila is sexy or whaaaaat? Yummy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8100105137559376967-5922362791331137790?l=fireinalarm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fireinalarm.blogspot.com/feeds/5922362791331137790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8100105137559376967&amp;postID=5922362791331137790' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8100105137559376967/posts/default/5922362791331137790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8100105137559376967/posts/default/5922362791331137790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fireinalarm.blogspot.com/2009/07/zupz.html' title=''/><author><name>ameera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04173644674394204895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8100105137559376967.post-5575111200849917098</id><published>2009-07-17T20:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-17T20:34:24.441-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='aimless post'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yo to the hizzo! Hmm...OMGISAWMUSCULARYESTERDAY! Anyways, yesterday, after school, had SS intensive lesson. Boring as hell. But sitting beside Shanz and Anna made it all fun. We were throwing papers around. And Shanz like deliberately crushed the paper into a ball and put it in her pinafore then she was holding it as if it was her boobs. Lol. I did the same thing all for the fun of it. And ummz... no comments. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[After SS, Ms Ong told us that Sam Lim asked her to escort us to the Art Studio. We all got so pissed. I screamed like a mad cow and threw tantrums. I banged everything that was in my way. I mean, we all already planned not to go for Art on that day, then he can happily ask the teachers to escort us. Like shitsbgddbx! But anyways, we got away with it. Cos we told we had to leave, but still, he was like, "I'm going to catch you girls next week". Like I give 2 shits la! Fucker.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after we left the Art Studio, Sherryn, Shanz, Anna, Lourdy and I headed towards Bishan. Lourdy and I bought our headbands! (L) Then, Sherz and I bought our colourful pens! Haha, to add to Sherryn's pen collection. Psycho. Then we roamed around and headed to cotton on body cos Anna wants to buy a bra. Haha, I had to choose for her la. Cos she doesn't know what size all. Then walked around a little bit and we left. Lourdy took 88, while Sherz, Anna and I took 59. Anna alighted at the stop outside our school. The busride with Sherz was fun. We were eating and all. I tried the Wasabe Seaweed, and to me, it tastes like shit! It's so digusting laaaah. Eeeeewww!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I got home, showered and quickly got ready. Then went to have dinner with Mummy(!) and Korkor(!) at Sempang Bedok. Hmm.. I've been getting weird stares since morning. I have no freakin' idea why. So then, my brother home. Mummy and I went to East Coast cos she wanted to use the Wireless at Macs. Then, home it was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So..I'll be going for Clare's confirmation later. There's going to be alot of IJ girls later, I'm assuming, cos quite a number of IJ girls getting confirmed. Which includes Ange. Meeting Sherz and Cherzinger before that at 1.30. Omg, time is passing so slow. I want to get out now!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8100105137559376967-5575111200849917098?l=fireinalarm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fireinalarm.blogspot.com/feeds/5575111200849917098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8100105137559376967&amp;postID=5575111200849917098' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8100105137559376967/posts/default/5575111200849917098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8100105137559376967/posts/default/5575111200849917098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fireinalarm.blogspot.com/2009/07/yo-to-hizzo-hmm.html' title=''/><author><name>ameera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04173644674394204895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8100105137559376967.post-2619410852354013831</id><published>2009-07-15T04:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T06:01:37.920-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Art killa'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HIIIIIIIII!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So um, had my N level English oral last Monday. And it wasn't..um, nice. I was stuttering while reading that damn passage la. And the picture description, totally speechless. So was the conversation. I was so nervous when the person called me out of the room for my 10 minutes preparations. But, at least that's over. I'm done with English oral! No more orals til next year! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But but but, I still have my Malay Oral coming up, which will be on the 29th of July. And guess where it's gonna be held at? First Toa Payoh Secondary. OF ALL FREAKING SCHOOLS! urghhhhhhhhh -.- But that one also another gone case. It's malay oral, but I'll end up talking in english. That's what always happens when I have orals with cikgu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyways, then Tuesday was Nurriny's birthday. Tuesday's busride was fruitful, I must say. Although _________________________________(complete the sentence). Jansport was in the bus. Finally. Haha, then text Nurriny telling her about Jansport. And you do not know how happy she was. Though she wasn't there. Anyways.. bla bla bla. Wished Nurriny the first thing when I reached her class. Then was talking about ______.  Things. Then bla bla bla.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After school, Anna, Lourdy, Clare and I took 59 to Bishan to have our lunch. Coincidentally Nurriny and Jolene took the bus too. And we saw 'Orang Minyak' when the bus passed that school. Since Nurriny was sitting at the lower deck, she wanted to text me about it. And I was doing the same thing as I was sitting at the top deck. Yaaaa, we seemed deprived. Lol. So then, had lunch at Pizza Hut. We were laughing non-stop. Cos we were talking about the small boy sitting at the table beside ours. We were saying that he was cute and all. Then like, Lourdy and I were practically staring at him. And he got shy. Coincidentally, the waiter, which is a malay dude came with our soup. Then Lourdy was like, "Eh, tengok. His muke cannot maintain,". And the malay dude thought we were referring to him. Uhhhhh! Not shy only. Hahaha. Yaaaaa. So after lunch, we walked around Junction 8. Without any purpose. Then we decided to seat somewhere to chill. We ended up sitting outside near the mrt station. You do not want to know who I saw! Anyways, so after awhile, Clare left cos she had to go for her Yoga class at Raffles Place. Then was left with Lourdy, Anna and I. So then Anna and I HAD to sent Lourdy off at the bus stop to take 88. Stupid girl. Must wait until the bus come then we can go all. After that, Anna and I took 59 from the interchange, and home it was for me. I was so tired. I slept for a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday. Today.&lt;br /&gt;I was very laggy. Very slow in other words. Due to that, I missed my freakin' bus 69. So did the Victoria boy. He was running the same time I did. Haha. But I felt very unglam uhhh. So then. Luckily, by the time I reached the Bedok Reservoir stop, 59 wasn't there yet. So, met Dianah and Francesca at the top deck. Haha, like our house only. I sat behind SOMEONE without realising. And Jansport was in the bus this morning too. Uhmz, Dianah was somehow molesting me, but the pervertic way. Like she was touching me everywhere. Idon'tneedtogiveoutinformation. Then she was like, "Darling..darling..", to me. I don't know why. And the best part was that ____________ was sitting behind us. So embarassing can! Then we named someone in the bus 'Kangkong'. Haha. Well, the joke originated from 'Kangkang'. Cos I was commenting that the ________ dude sitting behind Francesca, sitting with his legs open wide (terkangkang) like cannot get any bigger. Hahahahaha! I couldn't stop laughing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was drizzling when we reached school. So I just proceeded into school, while Dianah and Francesca went to get breakfast from the shop behind our school. Yada yada yada. Ifreakinglovemaths! I slept throughout the 2 periods of Accounts. Bloody shiok! I did the same thing yesterday, during the 2 periods of Accounts also. Haha, so in this case, you will never see me passing my Accounts. 'Nuff said. After school, had Intensive Revision shit. Was SUPPOSED to have our Physics Prelims Mock exam. But nooooooooo! Mrs Tang had some discussion with Mr Lim about the art girls. We had to go up to the art room and continue doing our prep boards cos we were lagging behind. And some of us, including me, didn't have our prep boards with us, cos it's at home. Freaking hell, how do you expect us to do our art without any reference? SO but yeah. But actually, as much as I don't want to be in Physics Intensive, I'd rather do the mock exam than sit in the damn art room. But above all the frustrations, Mr Lim was being nice to me. He gave me a new idea. So now, I'm not painting on canvas. Good thing, I haven't even started yet. I'm going to do some photo collage shit. But it sounds interesting. Hmm... we'll see how.&lt;br /&gt;Haha, and I got to leave at 5, while the others had to stay till 6. Mr Lim let me off just cos I told him I had to get home. Lol. And I would not want to leave school at 6. Firstly, the train would be packed. Which is why I would want to take the bus. And the bus would also be equally packed if I take at 6. So yeah. Heeee!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8100105137559376967-2619410852354013831?l=fireinalarm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fireinalarm.blogspot.com/feeds/2619410852354013831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8100105137559376967&amp;postID=2619410852354013831' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8100105137559376967/posts/default/2619410852354013831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8100105137559376967/posts/default/2619410852354013831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fireinalarm.blogspot.com/2009/07/hiiiiiiiii-so-um-had-my-n-level-english.html' title=''/><author><name>ameera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04173644674394204895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8100105137559376967.post-7066869051818663227</id><published>2009-07-12T02:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-12T03:15:16.427-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I should probably start with my homework and start studying'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hi! So like, hmm... I woke up at 12 just now. And I haven't even touched my homeworks and books. How liddat? N levels know. Cannot continue liddat. How to make it through to Sec 5? Haiyoh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kay, anyways. I'm so happy! Remember I mentioned  about the blogshop(s)? I'm gna get a bag very soon! Mummy's gonna spare me like 20 bucks. Love her so much. Haha, so now I don't need to wait so long, no need to save for the bag anymore. So means that I'm not getting that bag from Far East and means that I can save up for the clothes! Isn't this exciting?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMG! Did I mention that my N level English oral is tomorrow? Did I, did I? This is scaryyyy. How? I hate picture descriptions and conversation topics. It kills the daylights out of me. Eeeeeeeeeee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahhh, kay blah. I shall go and start on my math homework. Adios!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hugs and kisses&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8100105137559376967-7066869051818663227?l=fireinalarm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fireinalarm.blogspot.com/feeds/7066869051818663227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8100105137559376967&amp;postID=7066869051818663227' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8100105137559376967/posts/default/7066869051818663227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8100105137559376967/posts/default/7066869051818663227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fireinalarm.blogspot.com/2009/07/hi-so-like-hmm.html' title=''/><author><name>ameera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04173644674394204895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8100105137559376967.post-2086052482021227483</id><published>2009-07-11T14:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-11T14:31:45.953-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I&apos;m going to sleep now'/><title type='text'>Third post.</title><content type='html'>Okay, it's 5.29am, and I'm going to sleep. My eyes cannot tahan anymore. It's gonna shut down anytime soon. Just anytime. Better not risk my sleep, or I'll end up having headache in the afternoon later. Then how to do my art? How to my math homework? How to study for Bio? How? Okay blah. I shouldn't blabber further. Okay okay. Bye. Goodnight. Adios amigos. Chiao. Tata. Selamat malam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Night deng dengs!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8100105137559376967-2086052482021227483?l=fireinalarm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fireinalarm.blogspot.com/feeds/2086052482021227483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8100105137559376967&amp;postID=2086052482021227483' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8100105137559376967/posts/default/2086052482021227483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8100105137559376967/posts/default/2086052482021227483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fireinalarm.blogspot.com/2009/07/third-post.html' title='Third post.'/><author><name>ameera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04173644674394204895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8100105137559376967.post-4453915802046001136</id><published>2009-07-11T13:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-11T14:10:56.102-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='up til morning'/><title type='text'>Second post.</title><content type='html'>Oh gosh! It's like 4.35am and I am still very much awake. I kept yawning and blinking my eyes, but I refuse to go to bed! Heh, I don't know why. Hmm...Let's see, what did I do during the time when I was supposed to be sleeping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IM-ed with Dianah. Check out blogshops! (L) Thought of saving up moolah. Checked out more blogshops! Start to dream about how perfect the clothes would be on me. (Heh^^ Not shy uh!) Read my friends' blogs about how sad they are about Aishu leaving for Indo. Still thinking about the clothes! I need to save moolah pronto!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh oh, I'm still saving up for the zuper nice bag from Far East. But I'm considering whether I should buy the top from the blogshop, or the bag. Hmm...I'll see how.. the bag is nice. The top is also nice. Both also very nice laaah. Eeeeyer! This is so annoying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I STILL DON'T FEEL LIKE SLEEPING!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh oh, I have Art to do. I'm dead. Dead as hell. Sam Lim would kill me. Urgh! Omigosh, seriously, I just simply can't be bothered to do it. It's taking up too much of my time. I'm supposed to stay back after school EVERYDAY until 6pm. That is just pure psychoness. But I haven't stayed back for any of the days luh. OVER MY DEAD BODY! But it's N's. I have to sacrifice. But still, by the time I get home from art, I'll be too tired, then I wouldn't be able to study for the other subjects. See how it takes up my time now? Oh why must we make the choice between Art or FnN? Can't we just not take any. So annoying know. Seriously!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm planning to do my art later in the afternoon or something. But I don't know. I've got my math homework, which was supposed to be a test (again!) Then, I still have to study for my Bio test. Ms Lock gave us freaking four chapters to study. Freaking hell! Urghhhhhhhh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;if the words don't come my way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;hope you still know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;hope it still shows&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;if the words don't come my way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I hope you still know what my heart wants to say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hugs and kisses&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8100105137559376967-4453915802046001136?l=fireinalarm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fireinalarm.blogspot.com/feeds/4453915802046001136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8100105137559376967&amp;postID=4453915802046001136' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8100105137559376967/posts/default/4453915802046001136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8100105137559376967/posts/default/4453915802046001136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fireinalarm.blogspot.com/2009/07/second-post.html' title='Second post.'/><author><name>ameera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04173644674394204895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8100105137559376967.post-904099722875084272</id><published>2009-07-11T10:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-11T14:12:34.133-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I miss Aishu :('/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Zupz all! Oh man. It's been hmm.. almost 2 days since Aishu left us. It's so sad. Seriously laaah. I can't believe the day actually came. It felt so unreal. I sure do hope she's doing fine in Indo. I hope people there won't bully her like what happened last year. Heeee. Oh crap, I want her to come back so badly. I want her to still be a part of FourSeven. Can or not? I miss her alot alot alot alot alot x10000000000 eternity. I miss her voice, I miss her laughter, I miss her smile. Omigosh. No more taking 59 with her. That is so sad. Who to scream at about my 59? Who to laugh with histerically now? Uhhhhhhhhh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Say it isn't so&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Tell me you're not leaving&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Say you've changed your mind now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;That I am only dreaming&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;That this is not goodbye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;This is starting over&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;If you wanna know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I don't wanna let go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;So say it isn't so&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anws, should I go jogging tomorrow? I feel like going. But it's been ages since I ran. Besides last week during PE la. And I seriously do need to go on a diet. But I just can't stop eating. Everywhere I go, I see food. How?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8100105137559376967-904099722875084272?l=fireinalarm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fireinalarm.blogspot.com/feeds/904099722875084272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8100105137559376967&amp;postID=904099722875084272' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8100105137559376967/posts/default/904099722875084272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8100105137559376967/posts/default/904099722875084272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fireinalarm.blogspot.com/2009/07/zupz-all-oh-man.html' title=''/><author><name>ameera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04173644674394204895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8100105137559376967.post-1632113580290256281</id><published>2009-07-09T00:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T01:18:35.314-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='half a day of school'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Zupz! Just came back home from a&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; tiring&lt;/span&gt; day at school. Haha. The fact is, I went to school for like only 4 periods la. So in the morning, took the bus normally. Met D &amp;amp; Francesca in the bus. And I find myself alsways standing in between 'Orang Minyak' &amp;amp; friend. Hmm... Nurriny should totally be in my shoes la. Heh. The reason is that &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;orang minyak&lt;/span&gt; takes the bus from the same stop that I do. So he usually boards first, then I board behind him. Then his friend would take from a stop somewhere down the road. Okay, Blah. Why do I care anyway? Uhm, moral of the story, Nurriny should just take the bus. Heee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to the story. So then, after a few stops, I finally got a seat. And one Hot ________ stood beside me. Anyways, then alighted at entertainment centre, cos I was going to meet Jazreel and Lourdy. Had breakfast at macs. Then slacked there for a while afterwards. After that, Lourdy &amp;amp; I headed to Sky Garden and Jazreel went home. Funfair uh she. Come to Toa Payoh, eat breakfast, then go back home. I'd rather stay at home and catch up with my sleep. Yaaaaa... then I slept at sky garden. Oh my, you do not know how tired I was, okay. Then we left to walk to school at about 10.45. Around that time la. By the time we walked into school, it was already recess time. Then had Maths. We learned how to use the calculator for standard deviation. Complicating much. Anws, Mrs Kuan was damn funny today. Then was 2 periods of Accounts. Mrs Tan wasn't around cos she's being quarantined. Yeesssaaahh! No Accounts. But we still had to do the Petty Cash worksheet. And I don't give a sheeeet! I think half the class didn't do it. Okay, maybe more than half, cos we were all walking around, talking and whatsoever. Lourdy, Diana &amp;amp; I were singing. Funfair uh! Next was Malay. But cikgu wasn't either. Cos she had to go and invigilate for Orals, I think. Diana &amp;amp; I listened to Cherryl as she read a book to us. Haha, she was so-called our kidergarten teacher. Lol. It was in the moment la. Mrs _________. Heeee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh man, it looks like it's gonna rain. So dark and gloomy. Mmhmm, the perfect weather to enjoy a good sleep. But I don't feel sleepy. Irritating la! Oh, did I mention that today was Aishu's last day in school? It's so sad. She's emigrating to Indonesia. I'm really gonna miss her v.v.v.v much. (L) So I'll be heading down to the airport with some of the others to send Aishu off after school tomorrow. And I am so not going for art. Over my dead body, gayfag! Okay okay, I better stop here and continue watching teevee, or maybe study or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VHwr_IThd2A/SlWmvYteX8I/AAAAAAAAAQc/YYwZ3K4yADE/s1600-h/DSCF1886.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VHwr_IThd2A/SlWmvYteX8I/AAAAAAAAAQc/YYwZ3K4yADE/s320/DSCF1886.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356370664844320706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                    &lt;center&gt; (L) Aiswarya Raj.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hugs and kisses&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8100105137559376967-1632113580290256281?l=fireinalarm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fireinalarm.blogspot.com/feeds/1632113580290256281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8100105137559376967&amp;postID=1632113580290256281' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8100105137559376967/posts/default/1632113580290256281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8100105137559376967/posts/default/1632113580290256281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fireinalarm.blogspot.com/2009/07/zupz-just-came-back-home-from-tiring.html' title=''/><author><name>ameera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04173644674394204895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VHwr_IThd2A/SlWmvYteX8I/AAAAAAAAAQc/YYwZ3K4yADE/s72-c/DSCF1886.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8100105137559376967.post-1723486031143172194</id><published>2009-07-05T02:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-05T02:23:46.097-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boringggggggz'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Greetings! Went out yesterday after I quarelled with Dad. Went to eat at BBQ Chicken at Tampines One with Ibu, Nurul, Khair &amp;amp; bibik. Awesomexz! Shiiiok only. After that we headed to Century square to catch Ice Age 3. It was all last minute la. Cos I randonly felt like watching a movie. Heh^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The baby dinosaurs are damn adorable. Feel like pinching them. If that's even possible. Currently, I'm trying to finish up my Math homework which was supposed to be my Math test. Ohh, I hate the topic the test is on. And currently also, I'm spamming Dianah's FB wall, cos she wants the comments to reach 100. For fun! She's crazy la. But it's all fun, bitching about people, when we oursleves are not as perfect. Hahaha. Okay blah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shanz asked me out tomorrow. To watch Transformers with &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Usuals.&lt;/span&gt; Hmm.. see how. Oh, and did I mention? Aishu's leaving. She's gonna emigrate to Indonesia. So sad la! :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8100105137559376967-1723486031143172194?l=fireinalarm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fireinalarm.blogspot.com/feeds/1723486031143172194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8100105137559376967&amp;postID=1723486031143172194' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8100105137559376967/posts/default/1723486031143172194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8100105137559376967/posts/default/1723486031143172194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fireinalarm.blogspot.com/2009/07/greetings-went-out-yesterday-after-i.html' title=''/><author><name>ameera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04173644674394204895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8100105137559376967.post-9031935698171093945</id><published>2009-07-04T03:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-04T04:30:06.905-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bitches for eternity'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I just quarelled with my dad. Apparently bitches will stay bitches (Not my dad, btw). She thinks she's so good, she thinks she's so successful. She thinks she's always right. She goes around telling people things even about her own siblings. Her mouth is like a freaking curse. Everything that comes out is never good. And apparently, someone is also like her. OMG! Both of them should just like totally evaporate! Like seriously, if they die, I wouldn't even care. Not even go to their funeral (I wish I could!). Ohmygosh, it's such a bad luck to have them related to me. omgomgomgomgomgomgomgomgomgomgomg. EEEEEEEWWWW!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, I &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;wish&lt;/span&gt; I could stop acknowledging them. But I can't. It's like a sin to break ties.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my dad listens to her as if she's always right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s, it's not my stepmom or my step-siblings. They are WAY better than them. Think you know who they are? Go figure!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and I do have manners. Go ask yourself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8100105137559376967-9031935698171093945?l=fireinalarm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fireinalarm.blogspot.com/feeds/9031935698171093945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8100105137559376967&amp;postID=9031935698171093945' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8100105137559376967/posts/default/9031935698171093945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8100105137559376967/posts/default/9031935698171093945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fireinalarm.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-just-fought-with-my-dad.html' title=''/><author><name>ameera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04173644674394204895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8100105137559376967.post-7532234183135650680</id><published>2009-07-03T20:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-03T21:59:49.089-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='You&apos;ll be the prince I&apos;ll be the princess'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hmm... This week has been quite fruitful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Thursday, took 69 normally then took 59. Then Dianah texted that she's in her dad's car 'cause he's dropping her off at some bus stop. 59 was so packed la. Double-decked somemore. So then, when the bus approached Aishu's stop, Dianah and Francesca boarded, then I followed them to sit right at the back. Omg la. Dianah and Francesca is really daring. I told them that the cute Arabiah guy who sat beside me the other time is sitting directly in front of me, and they randomly just shouted out my phone number loudly. They were like, " Eh, Ameera, what's your number? I don't think I have it," Urgh. They keep saying it again and again. So embarassing. Then like what? The whole top deck knows my number? And then when our stop approached, they didn't allow me to get down first. They pushed me, then walked first. But when I was walking down the stairs, the Arabiah guy was looking. Embarassing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So then, first period was supposed to be HHF. But it was cancelled? Due to H1N1. 'Cause apparently we're not allowed to have mass gatherings. Yaaaa, So Ms Wong came in and we took pur temperature and all. Then I was like having bad stomach cramps again. Then it was English. Ms Wendy Wong tested us for our upcoming N level English orals which is like next week. OH MY! Then after English was Art. But fortunately, I took the early dismissal form. Lucky for me. I missed 3 periods of art. So then took the bus home. Reached home, took off my pinafore and slept. Like shiiiok only!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday morning. Finally got to catch the early 59 bus. But Dianah wasn't in there. Only Francesca. It was packed. Seriously uh, annoying only. 'Orang Minyak' and friend were in the bus too. Lol. Nurriny's one. Then as people start to alight, I finally got to the back and was talking to Francesca. For all I know, Muscular was standing right beside me. Francesca can still text me and ask if he was 'the one'. HAHAHA. Oh oh, (inserts name) was in the bus too! Studded bag la. Then like 5 people got down the bus. I finally got a seat and Muscular sat in front of me (again!)And then...Studded Bag sat beside me. For the second time! He smelled so good. Heheh. Uhhhhhhhhh! Finally on a Friday, the end of the week. Then we the bus was approaching our stop. Francesca got out of her seat and stood beside Studded bag. Then again. It happened. Francesca purposely ask me if I was the one sms-ing her from just now. (Hello! I saved my phone number on her phone yesterday) I was like , "Huh?" She was like, "is your number 8******7?" while smiling. She said it so loudly, I think the whole bus could hear. And best of all, studded bag wasn't wearing any earpiece. OMGGGGGG! I was like, "yeahh". Then I put my head down in embarassment. So then, I quickly like slightly stood up signalling to Studded bag that I want to alight, and he stood up allowing me to do so. Then 'orang minyak' and friend were looking at our direction and smiling smiling, also don't know for what. When we alighted, I was like, "FRANCESCAAAAAAA! Why did you do that?" So loudly, I think the whole bus could hear me, cos we were standing right beside the bus and the doors weren't closed yet. She just laughed. Omg, they must've thought that I'm such a joke. omgomgomgomgomgomgomomgomgomg, I need to hyperventilate!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School went as per normal. With me still thinking about how embarassing it was in the bus. Then after school, headed towards City Hall to go to Millenia Walk to get Frolick again. Super duperdyyyy shiiiok! Together with Sherryn, Lourdy, Aishu, Anna, Eliza and Shanz. Then walked around while enjoying our yogurt. Then Shanz left. Then we all headed to Raffles City, cos initially Sherryn and I wanted to get Aishu balloons from Party City. But we didn't, in the end. Just went to the food court there and waited while Aishu, Lourdy, Anna &amp;amp; Eliza ate. After that, went down to the basement and got Aunty Anne's Pretzel. I likeee! Then Aishu had to go, so we sent her off at the MRT station. Then, the 5 of us walked to Clarke Quay. We sat down, just chilled while Sherryn chased the birds. Hahah. Eeeeeeeee! I didn't know I sat on dried bird shit. Then my pinafore got the bird shit stain. Stupid bird shiiiiit! After awhile, we walked to Raffles Place Mrt station then went to the washroom, the first thing! Clean the damn thing off my pinafore. Then we separated from Sherryn cos we were all taking the train towards Jurong East, while she was going back to Pasir Ris. Alighted at Orchard and walked to Far East to meet Feeney and friends. Walked around, then we took 65 behind Borders to head back to Tampines. Then, home sweet home!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Romeo take me somewhere we can be alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I'll be waiting all there's left to do is run&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;You'll be the prince and I'll be the princess&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;It's a love story baby just say yes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hugs and kisses&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8100105137559376967-7532234183135650680?l=fireinalarm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fireinalarm.blogspot.com/feeds/7532234183135650680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8100105137559376967&amp;postID=7532234183135650680' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8100105137559376967/posts/default/7532234183135650680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8100105137559376967/posts/default/7532234183135650680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fireinalarm.blogspot.com/2009/07/hmm.html' title=''/><author><name>ameera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04173644674394204895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8100105137559376967.post-1614506139454164122</id><published>2009-06-30T05:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-03T20:36:12.094-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='first day and second day of school'/><title type='text'>My Hundredth Post.</title><content type='html'>Greetings fellows. Bitches. Whores. Sluts. Girls. Guys. Lady. Woman. Man. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, today marked the second day of the schools re-opening. And uh, eeeeee! Time so slow. Anyways, what happened yesterday's morning was funny. So took 69 all the way to the stop at Bedok Reservoir and waited for 59. Then Dianah text-ed that she's in bus 5. Coincidentally, 5 arrived at the stop, and I saw her and Francesca. So I took that bus. Then Dianah told me that indian-looking boy &amp;amp; (inserts name) was in 59. So I was like, already excited. But I was in 5! So we planned to stop at Aishu's stop, which is like the last stop before the expressway. Initially Dianah didn't want to come with us, cos she didn't want to be late for school. But she did anyway. So we alighted, together with some whities(!) So we talked while we waited. About my common topic (L) MADS! So then, 59 came. But it was packed as hell. But we just walked towards the front door. And other people were alreadt getting on. And guess who I saw? (inserts name!) After so many many many weeks. Then the bus conductor stopped us from getting up the bus. Cos it was too packed that if we got on it, the doors couldn't be closed. I was so sad la. Dianah was so sad cos well, she didn't want to be late. Then she was like, "I'm gonna be late for school!" to the bus conductor. But he didn't give a damn. Wtfishsticks! Her eyes were already tearing la. First day of school so packed. Then SOME people laughed at Dianah. The whities. Lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we just got over it and waited. And good for us, another 59 came to our 'rescue'. Lol. But it was the new bus. I hate taking the new bus in the morning. But guess what? Muscular was in the bus! He was the only soul besides the other adults. He came to the rescue! Literally. OMG! Then when we boarded, he smiled to himself. Uhhhhhhhh! But I bet he smiled to the other madrasah students la. But wtheck. He smiled! I was so happy. This one another one, haven't seen in like many many many weeks. (inserts name) also. Haven't seen him. So yeah, then school went as per normal. Only that they had to take many extra precautions. My temperature was 37.5 degrees celcius! Only 0.1 degree from the 'sick/fever' temperature. So yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After school, headed towards town. Cos Lourdy wanted to get a top from Far East. So we walked to Far East, then Lourdy, Aishu, Jazreel and I went to eat at Cahaya as we were chop stamp hungry, while Cherryl, Sherryn, Shanz &amp;amp; Anna went to roam around. Shiiiookk only! So walk her, walk there. Saw this super duperly nice bag which cost $25. (I'm gonna save up!) After that, they were craving for yogurt. So we took the train to City Hall to go to Frolicks. Just to get Yogurt! Hah. But it was worth it la. Like damn shiok only! Oh oh, there was this cute malay guy in the train. He alighted the train at City Hall too! So then, we walk and walk just to get to Millenia Walk. Omg, we were lost! We were walking in circles. Lol. So ashamed to be Singaporeans. So we each got oursleves a yogurt each. With toppingz! Walk walk, then we headed home. Then in the train with Cherryl and Aishu, we saw somebody. Hahaha, Cherryl knows! Then I alighted at Tampines and took 293 to meet Feeney near the market. She just rebonded her fringe. So went home together. Then we went to my house to chill. Cheyyy! Chill sey. Haha. Then we watched the opening ceremony of AYG. Which seriously seemed like a typical NDP performance. It was okay la. WAH! Got alot of hot guys only! And I saw the boy in red shorts from I-don't-know-the-country. He fxcking cute. Cherryl and I saw him when we were walking at Citylink. Haha. Then talked on the phone with Cherryl while watching the OP. Haha. So funny la. Kay blah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was lazier than yesterday. Woke up at 5.30 instead of 5. Damn tired la. So got ready quickly. But was still in time. So sat on the sofa. Read the newspaper. Yada yada yada. Then left the house at 6.10. Just in time, 69 came. Wooohoo! But today was packed then yesterday la. And the Victoria boy didn't take the bus today. So alighted at Bedok. Called Dianah. But she was in 59 that just passed the Bedok stop like a few seconds ago. Wah sianzx! Waited for the next 59 while texting D. She was like telling me who was in the bus. Hahaha. At first, she thought that Muscular was going to take the late bus, cos he didn't take the bus she was in. But...he took from Aishu's stop. Sial! Yesterday I at Aishu's stop, don't want to take from there. Urgh! Whatevs! So then, the double-decked 59 came. I also don't like to take double-deckered bus in the morning. But anyway. Better than nothing right. Boarded the bus, got students from Arabiah (I think). Then...there was this 2 boys from Arabiah who took 59 from Aishu's stop. Quite cute eh! (Seriously uh. All Aishu's stop! Annoying much!) They got up to the top deck at walked to the back. Then when the bus drove off, one of them walked to the front and sat beside me. Oh my. He's so cute. kay, so yeah. But (inserts name) was not in the bus. (*inserts sad face*). Arrived at school, walked to class, put my bag down, then ran next door to tell Dianah about my bus 'adventures'. HAHAHA! (L) But I still wonder why the Arabiahs take 59. Hmm... who knows...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So school... yeah. Like that luh. Had cramps the whole day puh-leease. Damn pain. Cannot tahan. Then the stupid genereal office don't have the damn hot pac. Annoyingzx! Had to endure the pain no matter what. Cos I seriously don't want to take the menses panadol. I don't like tablets! Then recess, Lourdy was being really random. Laughed a lot. Which seriously made my cramps even more unbearable. But couldn't stand but to laugh at Lourdy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"My name is Kenny Pereira. Ken also Can." HAHAHAHAHAHAHA. From Army Daze la. Then she keep doing the handshake thing with each of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, Sherryn &amp;amp; Cherryl went home cos Jennifer Chu sent them home. Haha, no lah. Cos of the H1N1 thing. So you understand. Then yada yada yada. Then took 59 home with Dianah the awesomest! (L)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hugs and kisses!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8100105137559376967-1614506139454164122?l=fireinalarm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fireinalarm.blogspot.com/feeds/1614506139454164122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8100105137559376967&amp;postID=1614506139454164122' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8100105137559376967/posts/default/1614506139454164122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8100105137559376967/posts/default/1614506139454164122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fireinalarm.blogspot.com/2009/06/my-hundredth-post.html' title='My Hundredth Post.'/><author><name>ameera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04173644674394204895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8100105137559376967.post-3615505474511052461</id><published>2009-06-26T06:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T07:53:17.441-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='towards the end of the June holidays'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Greetings man. woman. boy. girl. lady. gentleman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, went swimming my my famz. We went to the Sengkang Sports Centre (Is that the name?). At Anchorvale. It was quite okay I guess. Just something like Wild Wild Wet, but smaller and waaaay cheaper. Freaking 80cents! Also something like the one at Jurong. It's been ages since I went there. Lol. The slides we boring, but quite fun considering that I haven't had fun in a while. Okay, I'm twisting my words. Nevermind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay then, we all proceeded to Tampines to meet Ibu Ayu and Cik Ida. We had our lunch/early dinner at BBQ Chicken at Tampines One. It's quite okay la. Nice, I like. I ate some pasta thing which I forgot the name. It tasted exactly like Creamy Chicken from Pastamania. Oh wells, as long as it is filling. Then, all of us walked to Tampines Mall, as Intan and I wanted to go to Cotton on. I FINALLY GOT THE TOP I WANT. Thanks Ibu! And Intan got herself a pair of shorts. So then, since there was Haagen Dazs outside of Cotton On, my sister wanted to get ice cream. So Ibu decided, why not we all get ice cream. So we seated down, got oursleves settled, looked through the menu, and finally..... we all decided that the price was way too expensive. Like the Fondue costs what? $43.90? Psycho sial! Who want to pay. Anws, we then headed to Swensen's for ice cream. Shiiioookkk! I ate Strawberry Stripes. Niiiiiccceee! ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we headed to Century Square cos Ibu had to go to SK Jewellery to collect her bracelet. After that, walked to the interchange and accompanied Intan to get her prepaid top-up card. Then straight back home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Foshizzosxcz! School's starting in like what? 2 days time. OMG! I'm totally not ready, please! Eeeeeee! I have tons of homework still not done. All dusty in the corner of the room. Literally la. And I'm lazy to wake up early in the morning. Uh! If I were to hitch a ride with my dad (which I don't want to), I will have to wake up super early cos he leaves the house at like what? 6. Then I would reach school at 6.15-6.20. Wah! Psycho psycho. Like so enthu and excited for school only! Ahhhhh! Whatevs! I'll just endure it and just take 59 to school normally. Uh huh! So exciting :D&lt;br /&gt;Get to see (inserts name), (inserts name) &amp;amp; MUSCULAR! (L) Like after more than one month. Finally! So I made it through the holiday. Heeeee^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently, I'm watching Camp Rock on Disney Channel. I've watched this movie like more than a millions time already. Okay, literally!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm out.&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8100105137559376967-3615505474511052461?l=fireinalarm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fireinalarm.blogspot.com/feeds/3615505474511052461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8100105137559376967&amp;postID=3615505474511052461' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8100105137559376967/posts/default/3615505474511052461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8100105137559376967/posts/default/3615505474511052461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fireinalarm.blogspot.com/2009/06/greetings-man.html' title=''/><author><name>ameera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04173644674394204895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8100105137559376967.post-4499769487792055089</id><published>2009-06-24T00:51:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T01:10:56.558-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I&apos;m just thinking out loud'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;I've been losing my mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I've been living a lie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt; I've been running away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt; For so long&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt; I try to put on a face&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt; And cover my heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt; But I'm needing it now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt; So bad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt; I don't know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;How I feel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt; Maybe I'm mad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt; Or maybe I'm proud&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt; Can't find the truth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt; Can't speak my mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt; Don't know what I'll say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt; I'm just thinking out loud&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt; Thinking out loud&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt; No, no I cant explain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt; What's happened to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt; I feel like I'm right&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt; And wrong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Inside everything's upside down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt; Everything's spinning around&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;And it's freaking me out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;I don't know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;How I feel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt; Maybe I'm mad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt; Or maybe I'm proud&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt; Can't find the truth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt; Can't speak my mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt; Don't know what I'll say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'm just thinking out loud&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt; If only for a day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt; I could be free&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt; I bet you'd feel the same&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt; If you were me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt; I'm gonna spit it out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt; Just let go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I've been losing my mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I've been living a lie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt; I've been running away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt; For so long&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I don't know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;How I feel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt; Maybe I'm mad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt; Or maybe I'm proud&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt; Can't find the truth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt; Can't speak my mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt; I don't know what I'll say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt; I'm just thinking out loud&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt; I'm thinking out loud&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt; Thinking out loud&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Can't find the truth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Can't speak my mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt; I don't know what I'll say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt; I'm just thinking out loud &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8100105137559376967-4499769487792055089?l=fireinalarm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fireinalarm.blogspot.com/feeds/4499769487792055089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8100105137559376967&amp;postID=4499769487792055089' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8100105137559376967/posts/default/4499769487792055089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8100105137559376967/posts/default/4499769487792055089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fireinalarm.blogspot.com/2009/06/ive-been-losing-my-mind-ive-been-living.html' title=''/><author><name>ameera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04173644674394204895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8100105137559376967.post-6430712596855208232</id><published>2009-06-23T01:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T01:38:34.436-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='homework homework homework'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Zupz! oh dang. I've got homework to do. Lots of them. I haven't touched any since the last day of school in may.  Kay la, except English, Bio, a bit of Physics. That's pretty much all I did. Hawhaw. And I still got my math booklet which I have no idea where I last left it, History, SS, Accounts &amp;amp; Art. I think I'm going to get beheaded when school re-opens. Lol&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8100105137559376967-6430712596855208232?l=fireinalarm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fireinalarm.blogspot.com/feeds/6430712596855208232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8100105137559376967&amp;postID=6430712596855208232' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8100105137559376967/posts/default/6430712596855208232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8100105137559376967/posts/default/6430712596855208232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fireinalarm.blogspot.com/2009/06/zupz-oh-dang.html' title=''/><author><name>ameera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04173644674394204895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8100105137559376967.post-5262455002084897413</id><published>2009-06-19T21:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T22:50:09.113-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='class bbq'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Zupz! Yesterday was the highlight of the whole of the June holidays. The best amongst all. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, I met Cherzinger and Ryn at Cotton On at Tampines Mall. Then, we headed down to Cold Storage at Tampines One to buy groceries. Well, the reason why they wanted to purchase from Cold Storage instead of Ntuc which is in Tampines Mall, is that they want to be 'atas'. Lol. And they wanted to buy some chicken sausage which costed(is there such a word?) $7++. Haha. Lol. After buying the groceries, we took the train to Bedok and met Anna. Then, we took bus service 40 from Bedok interchange. We alighted somewhere at Upper East Coast Road and walked all the way to the other side which is Parkway Parade, around there. We didn't know what bus to take into ECP so we just took a cab. And must I tell you, we are very early.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once we arrived, there was an indian lady sitting at our pit with her things and all. Like I think she wanted to have a bbq too. We were puzzled, so we called Amanda to confirm with her our pit number. And it was right. So maybe, that lady wanted to have a bbq illegally. So then, the lady moved her things to one side, and waited for her family members, I think. Sherryn, Cherryl, Anna and I waited and waited for Amanda and the rest. They finally arrived at 5. They started setting up the pit and the things. And some of us went down towards the sea and took pictures. I shared ______ with Jake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we went back to help out. I poked the prawns on the satay sticks to be barbequed. And it was really smelly. And I think Sherryn ate the prawns and crabmeat raw. Eeeewww! Then Amanda, Anna, Cherryl, Sherryn, Diana, Lira, Calyssa and I walked to the bicycle rental shop to rent, (um, DUH!) Bikes and roller blades. After that, Anna, Calyssa and I headed towards Macdonalds while the rest of them headed back to the pit. I bought fries and apple pie. But I ended up eat the apple pie only. Waste my money only luh! Yaaaah, so then.. Um, I can't recall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so then, Lira, Shanz, Calyssa and I walked to the water breaker. We wanted to go to the jetty too la, but we didn't. So took some photos, omigosh, it was kinda hard to get up to the water breaker. Hahaha. And sea water was splashing while we took pictures. Annoying much! Then we walked back to the pit. Then, um... can't seem to recall, seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So then, nightfall, we barbequed somemore, well, Cui Lin and Dashini la. I didn't help :D Like later smelly only. Anyways, then, Shanz and I walk by the beach, to uhm... and we sat near the water breaker. And yaaaa. We walked back. Then Anna, Shanz and I cycled all the way to the other side, and we stopped at the jetty. It was very nice. Unfortunately, I didn't bring my camera with me( cause I was cycling ) to capture the nice scenery and moment. We cycled back, and I ate a bit. Drank a bit. Had sparkling juice too! Then... um, we had games. We played truth or dare. Very funny la. And we had the silent treatment game. It was kinda stupid, but ya, it's more suitable if we played that game in class. Then.. I can't remember. We all talked.. and something came up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of us then went down to the beach. Played the sparkles, camwhored, ______, took more photos. By then, it was 9 plus, almost 10. Then, we went back to the pit, and just sat there. Talked, talked, talked. Then my dad called cause he wanted to fetch me. He arrived at like 10++. So then, had my goodbyes. So yeah! That's it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently, I'm trying to upload my bbq pictures on Facebook, but I can't seem to do so. Uh, wells, I might be going out later with my fams. We're eating out, I guess. And I want to ask my dad to get me a new phone. Oh, daddy please! (*pouts*)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chiao!^^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8100105137559376967-5262455002084897413?l=fireinalarm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fireinalarm.blogspot.com/feeds/5262455002084897413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8100105137559376967&amp;postID=5262455002084897413' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8100105137559376967/posts/default/5262455002084897413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8100105137559376967/posts/default/5262455002084897413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fireinalarm.blogspot.com/2009/06/zupz-yesterday-was-highlight-of-whole.html' title=''/><author><name>ameera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04173644674394204895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8100105137559376967.post-4310623600878827888</id><published>2009-06-17T21:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T21:57:28.796-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='you lift my feet off the ground'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's been 10 million donkey years since I last posted. Holidays has been way too boring. There's simply nothing to do. Eventhough I'm supposed to do my art. I just couldn't be bothered to. Lazy la. Anyways, my class is having a bbq tomorrow at East Coast. I totally can't wait to meet all my lovelies. Miss them so much. And someone's class is also having a gathering at East Coast too. But it's today. Urgh! Why can't it be tomorrow? Annoying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh how much I miss busrides to school everyday. Everyday, I'd anticipate busrides. It gives me butterflies in my stomach. Don't ask me why. I'm not sure myself. Then at some point of time, my heart would beat really fast and then it'll beat faster &amp;amp; faster until I reach my stop. But I like the feeling. I'm really weird. I miss running into class screaming cause I saw _______. Someone lah. I also miss the times I scream at my friends cause I missed my bus after school. And I miss the times when I keep waiting for the double-decked bus at 4.30pm with Sherryn, Dianah, Francesca &amp;amp; Aishu for a period of time. Then we'd laugh and laugh. Then someone would think that we were laughing at him. Most of all, I miss the smell whenever someone board the bus. Fuhh! Like nice only! Kay Blah, I better stop.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8100105137559376967-4310623600878827888?l=fireinalarm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fireinalarm.blogspot.com/feeds/4310623600878827888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8100105137559376967&amp;postID=4310623600878827888' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8100105137559376967/posts/default/4310623600878827888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8100105137559376967/posts/default/4310623600878827888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fireinalarm.blogspot.com/2009/06/its-been-10-million-donkey-years-since.html' title=''/><author><name>ameera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04173644674394204895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8100105137559376967.post-3443885180890003479</id><published>2009-04-08T07:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T09:00:33.104-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='DAVID ARCHULETA'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='studded bag'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;In a crowded place, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I see just your face&lt;br /&gt;And it looks so familiar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I can't get to you, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;though I'm trying to&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;There are just too many barriers&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But I only see you, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;in all that I do&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;To the rest I am blind&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I don't want something new, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;other than you,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;For the rest of my life&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;People talking loud, I can't hear the crowd&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You are so much more appealing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'll be honest girl, you've become my world&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And I'll spend my whole life wondering&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;'Cause I only see you, in all that I do&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;To the rest I am blind&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I don't want something new, other than you,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;For the rest of my life&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Promise I'll always be there for you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;If you give me a chance&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Promise I'll never be less than true&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;'Cause I only see you, in all that I'll do&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;To the rest I am blind&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I don't want something new, other than you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;For the rest of my life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I definitely, absolutely, positively love this song. It's by Benton Paul. oh, need I mention how gorgeous he is too! I'm currently being serenaded by his lovely voice. Everyone should give a listen to him, seriously. He's good. and Awesome. or shall I say, Fantastic! lol I want a boy to serenade me with this song(:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, by the way. Yesterday, was by far, the happiest day of my life. Firstly, was in the morning. Black studded bag sat beside me in the bus. like right beside me. For a moment, I was like, "ohhhhhheeemmmmmmgeeeeeeee!". It might not be a big deal, but it is for me. and he was sleeping halfway, then reading his math book again, then check his phone, then sleep again. He's so cute! like adorable, please. then like, when the bus was approaching school, he was still sleeping. then I was like thinking in my head, 'how am I supposed to wake him up'. I mean, it's kinda rude to wake people up all of a sudden. lol. But he woke up right before I had to leave the bus. I swear he's bloody cute. So yeah. He's cute la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then like school went by all okay. as per normal. Only that I was happier than ever. For obvious reasons. ^^^^^&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;above paragraph&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Seriously, I was insane. Like laughing so loudly, and talking like there's no tomorrow. and getting hyped up cos I was going to meet DAVID ARCHULETA! :DDDDDD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so after school, left straight away with D. We took 59. Halfway through, I realised that I had left my phone in my locker. So I called Cherryl to check if she was in school. And she was, so askeed her a favour to help keep my phone for me. I stopped at Ubi and took 59 back to Toa Payoh. met Cherryl, Sherryn, Yan, Isfa and Atiqah at Macs. (Which is when the drama started.) They were sitting at the seats outside macs. So apparently, Cherryl and Sherryn went to buy their food. and they left their bags outside. So when they went back(I was already there, btw), Cherryl realised that her bag was missing. She asked Isfa, Atiqah and Yan, in case it was a prank. Which was what we thought at first. But they denied. They said that they were talking all this while. I started to worry, cos my phone was in Cherryl's bag. So then Cherryl started to freak out. We went inside macs to see if her bag was in there, but to no avail. We asked the cleaner lady if she saw a bag, and yet again, no. We went to ask the manager, but she said she didn't see anything. Atiqah also said then she didn't not notice anyone taking the bag. And she was sitting facing right at their seats. We went around Toa Payoh, to the security office, bus terminal. But nothing was found. So we finally decided to make a police report. We survived the rain, and went to the Toa Payoh Neighbourhood Police Post. The policeman was like asking all sorts of questions. And that Cherryl can still eat her cookie inside the police post. Like Funfair only. But there were alot of laughter in the police post. From funny report when people called in, to a 30-plus lady having a &lt;em&gt;KukuMalu &lt;/em&gt;wallet. We couldn't stop laughing. and my stomach was hurting from all the laughter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;So then yeah, I left Toa Payoh and took a train down to Bugis. Met Brenda. I was like half-an-hour late la. So yeah, we walked to Iluma, the new shopping centre beside Bugis Street. I was so excited. When we arrived there, there was already a long queue. SO we had to line up at the second queue. We needed David Archuleta's album in order to get in. and it had to be imported by Singapore. What lame crap. Brenda was worrying cause she bought his album from Philipines. Waited for Sacha, Audrey and Jananee while we queued. It was really hot, adding to that, I was in my school uniform. I was supposed to go home and change but well, the story on top^^^^^. And I was going to meet David Archuleta. Musn't be unglam. But plans changed. So had to endure it. When Sacha and all arrived, Sach and I straight away ran across the street to get David's album. But nooooooo, it was out of stock at Gramophone(sp?). They asked us to try at Iluma instead. But there wasn't any CD shop. We started to freak out. Jananee had already gotten in. Left with Brenda, Sacha and I. Brenda saw that they were selling David's album at the booth near the escalator. We quickly ran to the booth and snapped 3 albums. We were so relieved and happy. So then, we had to queue up again. Fortunately, the queue was short. We got in like, really quickly. When we got into the enclosed area, we were getting so excited. We were singing songs, some even Jonas songs. lol. We waited and waited. Suddenly, the emcee announced that David was going to arrive in 5 minutes time. Everyone screamed. Then like we waited and waited and waited, and HE ARRIVED! I just randomly shouted "He's here!", then everyone turn, and ran towards the barriers behind. Everyone was screaming like nobody's business. And eventhough I was in my uniform, I didn't cared. David's so cute! Eventhough he walked like super fast to the VIP room, I think. Damn those security guards. We had to wait again, cause apparently David had a private phototaking and meet &amp;amp; greet session with SOME PEOPLE. Which took so long. Then he finally came up the stage. The whole shopping centre screamed. Even those on the top floors. Yeah man, this is the Singaporean spirit! David did a short performance, he sang 'Touch My Hand', 'A Thousand Miles', 'A Little Too Not Over You' and 'Crush'. Everyone sang along. His performance ended and it was the autograph session. GAAAAAAHHHHHH! We planned to be the last ones to get his autograph. So we sat at the back, where Audrey was, behind the barrier. Then the emcee was saying something about giving David a gift. and at that moment, I totally wanted to give him something. But I didn't have anything with me that's precious enough. That's when I decided to give him my school badge! The 6 of us, including Fariha wrote a letter to David. and it was all my idea, please (: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322344449040504482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VHwr_IThd2A/SdzEE9FU1qI/AAAAAAAAAQU/8tNl8WZ7VA8/s320/A+letter+for+David+Archuleta!.jpg" border="0" /&gt;^^^^^^ this is a picture of it, btw &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;We each have an autographed poster signed by David Archuleta. Oh, and we were about to shake hands when the bloody lady who apparently was in his posse or something like blocked our hands. So annoying! So yeah. Fortunately, Brenda was the last person to get their poster signed. She was so happy. What am I talking about, we were all so very happy. So then, David left the stage and he was surrounded by the damn security guards once again. All the fans ran towards the entrance(more like the back door of the mall), but he went another way. Then suddenly a van just drove past and someone said that David had left. But I wasn't convinced. Because, usually in this kind of cases, they'd manipulate your mind by showing that a van had already drove off, making people think that the superstar had already left. I told Sach and all to stay for a while more. Because I had a feeling that David haven't left yet. Then I was like, "People all rushing to see David leave, then the van already left. &lt;em&gt;Skali&lt;/em&gt; he still haven't left yet, I will laugh my ass off!".  And guess what? He haven't left yet! I was right, uh huh uh huh! Because the security guards were walking to the side of the building. Suddenly everyone ran, trailing the security, turns out, David had been in the van at the side of the buiding all this while. I seriously have not seen Singaporeans being this crazy. Whoa!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;okay, adios amigos. I'm having stitches again. My stomach hurts. I wanna go and get something to eat. Peace Ya'll!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8100105137559376967-3443885180890003479?l=fireinalarm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fireinalarm.blogspot.com/feeds/3443885180890003479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8100105137559376967&amp;postID=3443885180890003479' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8100105137559376967/posts/default/3443885180890003479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8100105137559376967/posts/default/3443885180890003479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fireinalarm.blogspot.com/2009/04/in-crowded-place-i-see-just-your-face.html' title=''/><author><name>ameera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04173644674394204895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VHwr_IThd2A/SdzEE9FU1qI/AAAAAAAAAQU/8tNl8WZ7VA8/s72-c/A+letter+for+David+Archuleta!.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8100105137559376967.post-6632226260880405426</id><published>2009-04-04T06:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-04T06:31:31.071-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jonas 3D movie'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VHwr_IThd2A/SddgxqcNaeI/AAAAAAAAAQM/wa7nqgeJNFA/s1600-h/DSC06409.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VHwr_IThd2A/SddgxqcNaeI/AAAAAAAAAQM/wa7nqgeJNFA/s320/DSC06409.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320827891083995618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VHwr_IThd2A/SddgxunWs4I/AAAAAAAAAQE/4UG9irKnyEw/s1600-h/DSC06408.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VHwr_IThd2A/SddgxunWs4I/AAAAAAAAAQE/4UG9irKnyEw/s320/DSC06408.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320827892204483458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VHwr_IThd2A/SddgxjCDnwI/AAAAAAAAAP8/tZrNzAerebQ/s1600-h/DSC06407.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VHwr_IThd2A/SddgxjCDnwI/AAAAAAAAAP8/tZrNzAerebQ/s320/DSC06407.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320827889095253762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VHwr_IThd2A/SddgxDOpnKI/AAAAAAAAAP0/Y-NErGm23WA/s1600-h/DSC06417.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VHwr_IThd2A/SddgxDOpnKI/AAAAAAAAAP0/Y-NErGm23WA/s320/DSC06417.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320827880558140578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VHwr_IThd2A/Sddf5ZivDUI/AAAAAAAAAPs/vz-hTCVyP6E/s1600-h/DSC_0014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VHwr_IThd2A/Sddf5ZivDUI/AAAAAAAAAPs/vz-hTCVyP6E/s320/DSC_0014.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320826924475288898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VHwr_IThd2A/Sddf4mdNTGI/AAAAAAAAAPk/_-COUHaA254/s1600-h/DSC_0012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VHwr_IThd2A/Sddf4mdNTGI/AAAAAAAAAPk/_-COUHaA254/s320/DSC_0012.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320826910761897058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whooooooooooooo! this blog is dead. like a rat. I want to update. but I doubt anyone reads it anyways. But who cares!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywhoooooo, I went to watch the Jonas Brothers 3D Movie Experience last Wednesday on the 1st of April. Yes, it's April Fool's day. who the heck cares. it's a special premiere anyway. omgomogomgomgomgomgomgomgomg! I'm in love with those lovely boys again. I really want them to come to SG soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before we entered the theatre, we were given our 3D glasses at the door. And I was wondering if they even sanitize those glasses. Just wore them anyways. And so the starting credits (or whatever you call them) start to roll. And we were screaming. Cos it was so exciting. And then, the show started. Sacha, Audrey, Jolene and I screamed like nobody's business. Well, together with all the other people in the theatre. but there's this one girl who sat right next to me. She was asking everyone to shut up. So annoying! Maybe she's the one who should shut up la. So ya... the movie went on. And I was screaming to Sacha how hot Joe was the whole time, beside singing to their songs. like hot hot hot hot. and it feels like you're really in front of him. Luckily I didn't melt. HAHAHAHHA&lt;br /&gt;LOLS.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8100105137559376967-6632226260880405426?l=fireinalarm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fireinalarm.blogspot.com/feeds/6632226260880405426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8100105137559376967&amp;postID=6632226260880405426' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8100105137559376967/posts/default/6632226260880405426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8100105137559376967/posts/default/6632226260880405426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fireinalarm.blogspot.com/2009/04/whooooooooooooo-this-blog-is-dead.html' title=''/><author><name>ameera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04173644674394204895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VHwr_IThd2A/SddgxqcNaeI/AAAAAAAAAQM/wa7nqgeJNFA/s72-c/DSC06409.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8100105137559376967.post-1618467428911482064</id><published>2009-02-26T05:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T05:38:14.577-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='it&apos;s camp babeyyy'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;CAMP CAMP CAMP CAMP CAMP!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;CAMP &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;CAMP&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt; CAMP &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;CAMP &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;CAMP!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;    C  . A  . M  .  P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;self-awareness camp for fourzeven tomorrow. so excited. so exciting! so fun fun FUN! can't wait can't wait can't wait can't wait can't wait!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8100105137559376967-1618467428911482064?l=fireinalarm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fireinalarm.blogspot.com/feeds/1618467428911482064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8100105137559376967&amp;postID=1618467428911482064' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8100105137559376967/posts/default/1618467428911482064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8100105137559376967/posts/default/1618467428911482064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fireinalarm.blogspot.com/2009/02/camp-camp-camp-camp-camp-camp-camp-camp.html' title=''/><author><name>ameera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04173644674394204895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8100105137559376967.post-8290052139802733524</id><published>2009-02-18T03:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T03:28:37.705-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='she screams her pillow'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>one million years since this blog was last updated. it's very very very dead. it's like a shopping centre which is no longer opened. so dead so dead so dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! there's art tomorrow. *runs away and screams*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8100105137559376967-8290052139802733524?l=fireinalarm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fireinalarm.blogspot.com/feeds/8290052139802733524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8100105137559376967&amp;postID=8290052139802733524' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8100105137559376967/posts/default/8290052139802733524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8100105137559376967/posts/default/8290052139802733524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fireinalarm.blogspot.com/2009/02/one-million-years-since-this-blog-was.html' title=''/><author><name>ameera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04173644674394204895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8100105137559376967.post-8473278607655833535</id><published>2009-02-11T02:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T03:15:51.841-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='i love you you love me'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VHwr_IThd2A/SZKumcoexOI/AAAAAAAAAPU/ib8frxX4Rbo/s1600-h/s320x240.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VHwr_IThd2A/SZKumcoexOI/AAAAAAAAAPU/ib8frxX4Rbo/s320/s320x240.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301491686912738530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I vant tiz drezzzzzzxzxz! ^^^^^^^^&lt;br /&gt;it's from clare's blogshop. or her friend's. I'm not sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VHwr_IThd2A/SZKwqkwBJwI/AAAAAAAAAPc/9NIKULECiww/s1600-h/s320x240fvfv.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VHwr_IThd2A/SZKwqkwBJwI/AAAAAAAAAPc/9NIKULECiww/s320/s320x240fvfv.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301493956834567938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;then there's this other one. nize nize! but it's freakin' XS, what if I can't fit? gosh gosh. I'm faaaaat :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okayokay. I'll save up, then I'll buy(if possible). then I'll lose weight. Then I'll be happy!&lt;br /&gt;then the world will be happy. (???, randommmm)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to go to school tomo. got AAAAARRRRTTTTT!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8100105137559376967-8473278607655833535?l=fireinalarm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fireinalarm.blogspot.com/feeds/8473278607655833535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8100105137559376967&amp;postID=8473278607655833535' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8100105137559376967/posts/default/8473278607655833535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8100105137559376967/posts/default/8473278607655833535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fireinalarm.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-vant-tiz-drezzzzzzxzxz-its-from.html' title=''/><author><name>ameera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04173644674394204895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VHwr_IThd2A/SZKumcoexOI/AAAAAAAAAPU/ib8frxX4Rbo/s72-c/s320x240.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8100105137559376967.post-8233390603531308504</id><published>2009-02-10T13:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T13:54:32.176-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='they said that kid&apos;s he&apos;s got soul'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm screaming. jumping up and down. not in joy. I don't even know why. I think I'm crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kay, bye. I'm off to school.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8100105137559376967-8233390603531308504?l=fireinalarm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fireinalarm.blogspot.com/feeds/8233390603531308504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8100105137559376967&amp;postID=8233390603531308504' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8100105137559376967/posts/default/8233390603531308504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8100105137559376967/posts/default/8233390603531308504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fireinalarm.blogspot.com/2009/02/im-screaming.html' title=''/><author><name>ameera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04173644674394204895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8100105137559376967.post-2432898484904798973</id><published>2009-02-05T04:06:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T04:18:22.621-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='havana nights'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hi! it's been way too long since I updated. I think no one reads it. But anyways.... who cares!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omigosh! I watched Dirty Dancing last night. and I'm in love with it! I got home today and just realised I got the Dvd. lols. okayokayokay. I took 59 in the morning, and there was this super (squeals) cute guy in the bus. He was wearing this fedora hat. yalah, in the morning, fashion show like that. During assembly, the whole school had the mass temperature taking session. Haiya! waste my time. I didn't bring my thermometer so I had to stand on the stage with a lot other people. Embarassing and a watse of time, again. And they will record in the damn holistic card. Now, I have to report at the general office in the morning for the next 7 working days to take my temperature. Seriously, a waste of time. URGH! So then, had HHF. I was having stitches but Ms Chua made me run. Hur -.-&lt;br /&gt;and I was screaming like nobody's business when we were stretching. and then the rest of the day, crap shitszx la!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh oh! I went to the Botanical Gardens last monday with some awesome people to have picnic. it was fun. duhhhh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha kay, whateves. I'll be going to the parliament house tomorrow after school to watch the ministers debate on the economic thingy. WOW, I'm surprised that I'm interested in these thing. LOLS! I like to entertain myself : D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8100105137559376967-2432898484904798973?l=fireinalarm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fireinalarm.blogspot.com/feeds/2432898484904798973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8100105137559376967&amp;postID=2432898484904798973' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8100105137559376967/posts/default/2432898484904798973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8100105137559376967/posts/default/2432898484904798973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fireinalarm.blogspot.com/2009/02/hi-its-been-way-too-long-since-i.html' title=''/><author><name>ameera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04173644674394204895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8100105137559376967.post-7083408068557165630</id><published>2009-01-25T07:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T08:09:01.301-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I&apos;m not a princess this ain&apos;t a fairytale'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ohmyfuggggs! I want an Ipod Touch. like badly. whooooooo! Mommy pleaseeeeeeeeeeeeeee :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VHwr_IThd2A/SXyNMwjgaRI/AAAAAAAAAPM/_hJiwqBNJ9M/s1600-h/ipodtouch-hero-32gb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 151px; height: 280px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VHwr_IThd2A/SXyNMwjgaRI/AAAAAAAAAPM/_hJiwqBNJ9M/s320/ipodtouch-hero-32gb.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295262512212633874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;like cool only uhhhhhhh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and I want to go shoppinggggggggggggg. omigosh! omigosh!omigosh!omigosh!omigosh!omigosh!omigosh!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8100105137559376967-7083408068557165630?l=fireinalarm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fireinalarm.blogspot.com/feeds/7083408068557165630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8100105137559376967&amp;postID=7083408068557165630' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8100105137559376967/posts/default/7083408068557165630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8100105137559376967/posts/default/7083408068557165630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fireinalarm.blogspot.com/2009/01/ohmyfuggggs-i-want-ipod-touch.html' title=''/><author><name>ameera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04173644674394204895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VHwr_IThd2A/SXyNMwjgaRI/AAAAAAAAAPM/_hJiwqBNJ9M/s72-c/ipodtouch-hero-32gb.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8100105137559376967.post-5188569432757246901</id><published>2009-01-24T03:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-24T03:48:13.727-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='what a wonderful caricature of intimacy'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VHwr_IThd2A/SXr8Xc2FQ8I/AAAAAAAAAPE/J7HK57GGr94/s1600-h/balloons.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294821791737660354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 227px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VHwr_IThd2A/SXr8Xc2FQ8I/AAAAAAAAAPE/J7HK57GGr94/s320/balloons.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sup all! So, woke up at 9 plus. Sach woke up like later. lols. So, we ate breakfast which was carrot cake then I spent my time trying to crack the secret message from Taylor Swift's new album. like coolio only uh. We watched tv till like noon. And we slept again! tired yknowwwwwww. Woke up, ate lunch. more like late lunch. yeah, I know. we're fcking fat lazy pigs. don't remind, please. After lunch, watched somemore teeveeeee, while Sacha was still sound asleep. When she woke up, we continued to  crack the secret message from Taylor's album. and we got it all. so cool luh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;done with that, I don't know what to do for my sweet sixteenth. I know it's a long way to go, but hey, you have to plan. I'm deciding whether I should have dinner at Mad Jack Cafe or NYDC Cafe or Carousel. hmm.. I'm not sure la. But, so exciting! cantwaitcantwaitcantwait!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh my, I'm going to have a looooooong weekend. cos of Chinese New Year. sheeeeeet head. I was supposed to hand up my english essay last friday. and I'm not done with it yet. shitshitshit. omigosh, I haven't done art. Zailee is going to behead me, I swear! and I've got maths homework. dangz dangz dangz! so much for holiday luh. hurhur&lt;br /&gt;all these teachers are born to make us suffer, I tell you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8100105137559376967-5188569432757246901?l=fireinalarm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fireinalarm.blogspot.com/feeds/5188569432757246901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8100105137559376967&amp;postID=5188569432757246901' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8100105137559376967/posts/default/5188569432757246901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8100105137559376967/posts/default/5188569432757246901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fireinalarm.blogspot.com/2009/01/sup-all-so-woke-up-at-9-plus.html' title=''/><author><name>ameera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04173644674394204895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VHwr_IThd2A/SXr8Xc2FQ8I/AAAAAAAAAPE/J7HK57GGr94/s72-c/balloons.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8100105137559376967.post-294854273050505310</id><published>2009-01-23T08:11:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T08:46:26.581-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I am wonderfully made'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hi, fellow humans! Today started off with me waiting for miss Nurriny at pasir ris interchange, cos she missed her bus. So then, we took the train to Bedok and took a cab from there. Reached school about 7.15 am. Then after assembly, we had mass. Dangzzzzzzzz! the father today was quite boring. like his homily was quite dry. I prefer Father Michael Sitaram. he's so funnnnnnyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;k then, had the celebrations shit. Mr Gary is awesomely funny, I tell you. I laughed my ass off watching his skit. and cikgu was so cute. After the whole thing, Diane, Nadya, Jolene, Brenda, Dianah and I headed to Fork &amp;amp; Spoon to have lunch. From there, we trained down to Orchard to catch ' The Haunting of Molly Harley' at cineleisure. The movie was okay for me. but the plus point was that Chace Crawford's in it. spell AWESOME! and hot. and cute. we coincidentally met Sacha, Audrey &amp;amp; Jananee there. Then, Nurriny came along after her tuition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;afterwards, we just slacked around town. Sacha, Audrey &amp;amp; I ended up walking to Esplanade from Orchard road. We went up to the rooftop and laid down on the (fake!) grass. and we counted stars! awesome, right? Haha, I'm at miss Sleepy's( Sacha ) house now. the woman is sleeping -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay. goodnight folks. have a wonderful long weekend! (and don' forget to do your homeworks!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;: DDDDDDDDD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8100105137559376967-294854273050505310?l=fireinalarm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fireinalarm.blogspot.com/feeds/294854273050505310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8100105137559376967&amp;postID=294854273050505310' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8100105137559376967/posts/default/294854273050505310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8100105137559376967/posts/default/294854273050505310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fireinalarm.blogspot.com/2009/01/hi-fellow-humans-today-started-off-with.html' title=''/><author><name>ameera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04173644674394204895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8100105137559376967.post-8615622033794674000</id><published>2009-01-16T19:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T19:16:00.694-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I&apos;m the hopeless case on the outside'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Was mah daddy's birthday yesterday. Didn't get him anything. just a simple wish. I'm not good at all this present shitszx all la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kay, niways. I'm blogging, like finally after 10 million years. my stupid connection la. So irritating. School has been fun/boring/exciting/stupid and all the mixed feelings. History lessons are getting stupid and a waste of time. Ms Wong spends like more than half the time nagging at the class. It's really very irritating. She and her fascism talks la. Then art, omg la. I'm really scared. Cos it's N levels. I don't want to fail I don't want to fail I don't want to fail. I want to take my O levels. PLEEEEASEEEE! oh, and I like Ms Wendy Wong's lessons. Mrs Kwan's too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm supposed to go to school today. But I woke up at 6.30 and was too lazy to leave the my bed. I cannot, cannot, cannot continue to be like this. This year is very important and crucial. kaykay, whadeves la.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8100105137559376967-8615622033794674000?l=fireinalarm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fireinalarm.blogspot.com/feeds/8615622033794674000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8100105137559376967&amp;postID=8615622033794674000' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8100105137559376967/posts/default/8615622033794674000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8100105137559376967/posts/default/8615622033794674000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fireinalarm.blogspot.com/2009/01/was-mah-daddys-birthday-yesterday.html' title=''/><author><name>ameera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04173644674394204895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8100105137559376967.post-6222349861798825210</id><published>2009-01-10T23:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T00:10:42.093-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I can&apos;t take another slow goodbye'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VHwr_IThd2A/SWmmM3fHc6I/AAAAAAAAAOk/7Y7KktI9-S0/s1600-h/photography.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VHwr_IThd2A/SWmmM3fHc6I/AAAAAAAAAOk/7Y7KktI9-S0/s320/photography.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289941977306461090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;I can read the lines&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;On your face&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;And they're telling me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Everything I already know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;I hold you in my arms&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;But your light-years away from me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Slowly sinking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Under alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;So I act cool&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;On the outside&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;But it's eating me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Alive&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Cuz when it comes to you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;There's nothing I can do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;I can't make you love me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;When you don't&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;I see it in your eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;All the compromise&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;I can't take another&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Slow goodbye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Sitting in the park&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;After dark&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Smoking cigarettes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Biting on the black of my nails&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Cuz all I ever wanted&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Was what you took away from me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Trying to make it right&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;But it's too late&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;I'm a hopeless case&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;On the inside&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;And it's eating me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Alive&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Cuz when it comes to you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;There's nothing I can do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;I can't make you love me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;When you don't&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;I see it in your eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;All the compromise&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;I can't take another&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Slow goodbye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;I die&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;A million times&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Every time when you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Look me in the eye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Lie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Cuz I've heard it all before&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;The same game&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Go around and around&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;But I still end up with nothing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;But hurting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Cuz when it comes to you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;There's nothing I can do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;I can't make you love me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;When you don't&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;I see it in your eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;All the compromise&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;I can't take another&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Slow goodbye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;There's nothing I can do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;I can't make you love me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;When you don't&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;I see it in your eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;All the compromise&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;I can't take another&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Slow goodbye &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I realised my blog is uberly dead. Million apologies, please. I've been quite busy with school. OMG! My form teacher is a killer la. She nags and nags. But there's still like a good side to her. but more of NOT the good side. you get the picture. Maths has been okay, Mrs Kuan has been going slow and steady with my class. POA, don't ask. Physics is fine. So is Bio. Art is a killer once again. Malay, same old same old. History, guess who's teaching? like fffffffffff, it's my form teacher. social studies is still Ms Ong. and lastly, English, Ms Wong always has stories to tell us every lesson. and she's nice. I like I like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to talk about school anymore luh. I'm ffffffffff bored. and there's school tomorrow. eeeeeeee, have to wake up early.&lt;br /&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/8100105137559376967-6222349861798825210?l=fireinalarm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fireinalarm.blogspot.com/feeds/6222349861798825210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8100105137559376967&amp;postID=6222349861798825210' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8100105137559376967/posts/default/6222349861798825210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8100105137559376967/posts/default/6222349861798825210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fireinalarm.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-can-read-lines-on-your-face-and.html' title=''/><author><name>ameera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04173644674394204895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VHwr_IThd2A/SWmmM3fHc6I/AAAAAAAAAOk/7Y7KktI9-S0/s72-c/photography.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8100105137559376967.post-6407089022934725729</id><published>2009-01-01T23:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T23:27:02.673-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I was supposed to be in school today. Ya, so much for being so excited la. I freakin overslept. kaykay, I heard that my class is on the 1st level. eeeeeee! yuck laaaaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;andddddd, I watched Twilight last Wednesday with Dianah, Dianah's mum, Dianah's sister, Sacha, Brenda and Cleris. It was awesome! I love it. and omg! Robert is sooooooo hot! like super sexy.&lt;br /&gt;I bet girls were getting turned on or something. Hahahaa. and I might be watching it again with Nurriny tomorrow after the IJ alumni thingy in school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want a boyfriend as sweet and romantic as Edward, and as hot as Robert. oh, pretty please!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8100105137559376967-6407089022934725729?l=fireinalarm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fireinalarm.blogspot.com/feeds/6407089022934725729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8100105137559376967&amp;postID=6407089022934725729' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8100105137559376967/posts/default/6407089022934725729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8100105137559376967/posts/default/6407089022934725729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fireinalarm.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-was-supposed-to-be-in-school-today.html' title=''/><author><name>ameera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04173644674394204895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8100105137559376967.post-3014665191556857298</id><published>2008-12-29T06:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T07:38:08.730-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm doing this cos of miss hottie, Sacha (Arm)strong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;1. Someone Special&lt;br /&gt;The momsyy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. The Relationship between you and her/him?&lt;br /&gt;The Daughter and the Lovely Mother&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. 5 things about him/her&lt;br /&gt;&gt;She's pretty&lt;br /&gt;&gt;She's strong&lt;br /&gt;&gt;People says she looks young, people even mistake her for my sister&lt;br /&gt;&gt;She has her own beliefs, and isn't afraid to fight for her rights&lt;br /&gt;&gt;She's the best la, duhhhh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. If she/he becomes your enemy, you will?&lt;br /&gt;It certainly wouldn't happen, not even in a million years. I love her!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. What will you say to the person whom you like very much?&lt;br /&gt;I wouldn't dare tell that boy la :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. The characteristic(s) you love about yourself is... ?&lt;br /&gt;I love that I'm different from everyone else. Cos everyone is different?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. The characteristic(s) you hate about yourself is... ?&lt;br /&gt;I hate the fact that I forgive easily and my fats on my flabby stomach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. For the person whom you hate the most, you say... ?&lt;br /&gt;I don't really hate anyone. I just dislike them. Hatred would be too harsh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. What do people feel about you?&lt;br /&gt;Hmm... I don't know. I haven't seem to asked anyone before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Who do you have a crush on?&lt;br /&gt;Someone.... some boy....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. The most ideal person you want to be is... ?&lt;br /&gt;Selena Gomez, Demi Lovato, Vanessa Hudgens all in one. I want to be as skinny as Selena, nice voice &amp;amp; personality as Demi and as pretty as Vanessa. I'll name myself 'Sedenessa'. Sounds weird, though..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Pass on this quiz to 5 people:&lt;br /&gt;1. Sacha Hayley&lt;br /&gt;2. Audrey Kathlyn&lt;br /&gt;3. Nads Abdullah&lt;br /&gt;4. Intan Nina&lt;br /&gt;5. Ange Lopez&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. If no. 2 &amp;amp; no. 3 were together, what will happen?&lt;br /&gt;I don't think they've met.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. What colour does no. 1 like?&lt;br /&gt;RED!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Who does no. 5 likes?&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure luh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Say something about no. 3.&lt;br /&gt;She my mostestest favourite cousin, I can tell her absolutely anything&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Who is no. 2?&lt;br /&gt;The best bud :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Talk about no. 5.&lt;br /&gt;She the best partner ever la. She entertains me in class, until we get suspensions. HAHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Who is no. 1?&lt;br /&gt;The Bestfriend [:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Who is the sexiest person amongst them?&lt;br /&gt;All of them! All skinny twitches!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. What colour does no. 4 likes?&lt;br /&gt;Pink, Black.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. Is no. 4 single?&lt;br /&gt;Yea, I guess. And she's mingling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. What is your relationship with no. 1?&lt;br /&gt;Bestfriend la!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. Are no. 1 &amp;amp; no. 3 best friends?&lt;br /&gt;Nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. What is no. 5's surname?&lt;br /&gt;Lopez!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. What is no. 1's nickname?&lt;br /&gt;Her old one is Sachiboo, for now, I'm not sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. What things do you wish to say to no. 3?&lt;br /&gt;Kak Dia! You are the bestest cousin. And I love you oh so much. Thanks for always being there (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. What will you do to help no. 5?&lt;br /&gt;I'll help as much as I can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. Who does no. 1 admire?&lt;br /&gt;That's easy. Nicholas Jerry Jonas. She makes it a point to proclaim her love for him every single day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. Where does no. 1 live?&lt;br /&gt;Hougang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. Does the 5 of them know who you like?&lt;br /&gt;Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. What do you wish to say when you see no. 2?&lt;br /&gt;I miss you, I miss you, I miss you. and you owe me a huge dinner treat! muahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8100105137559376967-3014665191556857298?l=fireinalarm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fireinalarm.blogspot.com/feeds/3014665191556857298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8100105137559376967&amp;postID=3014665191556857298' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8100105137559376967/posts/default/3014665191556857298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8100105137559376967/posts/default/3014665191556857298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fireinalarm.blogspot.com/2008/12/im-doing-this-cos-of-miss-hottie-sacha.html' title=''/><author><name>ameera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04173644674394204895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8100105137559376967.post-7668513662265618591</id><published>2008-12-29T05:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T06:19:08.370-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Audrey'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:200%;"&gt;Oh, Audwaaaaayyyyyy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:80%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;What do &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;YOU&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; want to get for me in perth? Just get me anything nice. Or, you can like fly some hot guy here for me. That would be lovely. Or, you can just come back here, and treat me to some big big dinner at some coolio restaurant. *Hint hint* cancancan ^^ I like, me like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahah, just get whatever la. All I know is you must come back in time for school, so that I can meet you and hug you as tight, tighter than ever. Until you can't breathe. HAHAHA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8100105137559376967-7668513662265618591?l=fireinalarm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fireinalarm.blogspot.com/feeds/7668513662265618591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8100105137559376967&amp;postID=7668513662265618591' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8100105137559376967/posts/default/7668513662265618591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8100105137559376967/posts/default/7668513662265618591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fireinalarm.blogspot.com/2008/12/oh-audwaaaaayyyyyy-what-do-you-want-to.html' title=''/><author><name>ameera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04173644674394204895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8100105137559376967.post-353911491183834470</id><published>2008-12-27T01:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-27T02:04:17.607-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>fugggggggggggggg! my specs broke. now, I'm blinddddddddddddd. I can't see. and school's starting soon. how now how now? but, now that I've mentioned school, aren't y'all happy that school's starting? I know I am. I can't wait to get into my school uniform. and meet everyone. everything's gonna be so different. bitches are gonna be even more bitchy. nerds even more nerdy. and most of all, friendships might have a twist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(I'll bet you 10 cents that a week into school, you'll see me blogging about how I want school to end. If not, it's a miracle. HAHAHA)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anywhoooo, I had fever yesterday. dangggg, my whole body was aching, and I was so weak. now, my back is aching. urghh! it's so hard to move. so painful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so fast so fast, and a year's coming to an end. and comes in yet another year. soon enough, I'll be 84 years old. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;omgomgomg&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8100105137559376967-353911491183834470?l=fireinalarm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fireinalarm.blogspot.com/feeds/353911491183834470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8100105137559376967&amp;postID=353911491183834470' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8100105137559376967/posts/default/353911491183834470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8100105137559376967/posts/default/353911491183834470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fireinalarm.blogspot.com/2008/12/fugggggggggggggg-my-specs-broke.html' title=''/><author><name>ameera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04173644674394204895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8100105137559376967.post-448565621542187483</id><published>2008-12-24T20:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-24T21:01:19.876-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm back bitches! but, it's no big deal where I went. I'm sure everyone in Singapore has been there more than a million times. But anyways, it was a whole load of fun. I'm happy cos at least I went out of SG. F-U-N was all that could be spelt through-out the whole trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To cut the story short, I'll just put up the pictures. But unfortunately, pictures aren't with me. So, I'll just update when I get them, yeah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8100105137559376967-448565621542187483?l=fireinalarm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fireinalarm.blogspot.com/feeds/448565621542187483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8100105137559376967&amp;postID=448565621542187483' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8100105137559376967/posts/default/448565621542187483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8100105137559376967/posts/default/448565621542187483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fireinalarm.blogspot.com/2008/12/im-back-bitches-but-its-no-big-deal.html' title=''/><author><name>ameera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04173644674394204895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8100105137559376967.post-1393272372056107574</id><published>2008-12-18T23:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-19T00:41:36.195-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hopelessly devoted to you no more'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VHwr_IThd2A/SUtYFMNqN3I/AAAAAAAAAOM/pjRSq2hDQ64/s1600-h/DSC02003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281411834223146866" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VHwr_IThd2A/SUtYFMNqN3I/AAAAAAAAAOM/pjRSq2hDQ64/s200/DSC02003.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VHwr_IThd2A/SUtXFgWkk7I/AAAAAAAAANs/udKOFhQE0XY/s1600-h/DSC01970.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281410740117607346" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VHwr_IThd2A/SUtXFgWkk7I/AAAAAAAAANs/udKOFhQE0XY/s200/DSC01970.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VHwr_IThd2A/SUtYE4qIcYI/AAAAAAAAAOE/xhjwx7Hxdb0/s1600-h/DSC01998.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281411828973859202" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VHwr_IThd2A/SUtYE4qIcYI/AAAAAAAAAOE/xhjwx7Hxdb0/s200/DSC01998.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VHwr_IThd2A/SUtXFxtWn-I/AAAAAAAAAN8/S-RVvCrap3M/s1600-h/IMG00032.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281410744776564706" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VHwr_IThd2A/SUtXFxtWn-I/AAAAAAAAAN8/S-RVvCrap3M/s200/IMG00032.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VHwr_IThd2A/SUtXFo6srjI/AAAAAAAAAN0/SLgCxkKc7b8/s1600-h/DSC01989.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281410742416617010" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VHwr_IThd2A/SUtXFo6srjI/AAAAAAAAAN0/SLgCxkKc7b8/s200/DSC01989.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VHwr_IThd2A/SUtYFQYrdQI/AAAAAAAAAOU/JWA9LpMKAzg/s1600-h/DSC01959.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281411835343107330" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VHwr_IThd2A/SUtYFQYrdQI/AAAAAAAAAOU/JWA9LpMKAzg/s200/DSC01959.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VHwr_IThd2A/SUtXFRDo88I/AAAAAAAAANk/WXRK3MWxFTk/s1600-h/DSC01938.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281410736011670466" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VHwr_IThd2A/SUtXFRDo88I/AAAAAAAAANk/WXRK3MWxFTk/s200/DSC01938.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VHwr_IThd2A/SUtXFNXRm8I/AAAAAAAAANc/1rBQrd5EUlY/s1600-h/DSC01934.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281410735020284866" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VHwr_IThd2A/SUtXFNXRm8I/AAAAAAAAANc/1rBQrd5EUlY/s200/DSC01934.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I got tired of waiting&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Wondering if you were ever coming around&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;My faith in you was fading&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;y'know what? I just realised that all this while I've been wasting my time. Wasting my time waiting. It's like waiting for a drop of snow in Singapore. That obviously, never will happen. I feel so stupid, and like a fool. And sometimes like an idiot. I wonder why I was so naive, and hopeful. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My faith in (whatever) is really fading. I don't trust anything. I don't trust anyone. I don't trust in whatever people is saying. Because behind whatever they say is filled with their fucked up egoness, and they're just envious. They are just trying to pull you down, and make you feel bad, and stupid, and hopeless. They are just trying to make themselves the 'superior' and you, the 'inferior' so that they feel good. Everyone is just fool of crap. &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/8100105137559376967-1393272372056107574?l=fireinalarm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fireinalarm.blogspot.com/feeds/1393272372056107574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8100105137559376967&amp;postID=1393272372056107574' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8100105137559376967/posts/default/1393272372056107574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8100105137559376967/posts/default/1393272372056107574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fireinalarm.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-got-tired-of-waiting-wondering-if-you.html' title=''/><author><name>ameera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04173644674394204895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VHwr_IThd2A/SUtYFMNqN3I/AAAAAAAAAOM/pjRSq2hDQ64/s72-c/DSC02003.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8100105137559376967.post-6426028651657411659</id><published>2008-12-18T09:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T09:35:44.679-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='antm'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VHwr_IThd2A/SUqGeJU6cAI/AAAAAAAAANM/kEEzluu1-bQ/s1600-h/whitney9999qv4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281181365503160322" style="WIDTH: 260px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VHwr_IThd2A/SUqGeJU6cAI/AAAAAAAAANM/kEEzluu1-bQ/s320/whitney9999qv4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whitney&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VHwr_IThd2A/SUqGecPUf4I/AAAAAAAAANU/QIlnOOnGbf4/s1600-h/Katarzyna.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281181370579976066" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VHwr_IThd2A/SUqGecPUf4I/AAAAAAAAANU/QIlnOOnGbf4/s320/Katarzyna.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Katarzyna&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yo, what's hangin' in the hizzo? Whooooooo! I love America's Next Top Model. and uh, there wasn't Ugly Betty today. Anyways, I'm gonna be up on the runway with on all the famous models, you'll see. hahaha. Just allow me to dream, will you? I want Whitney to win. She's the best laaaaa. and, did I mention how pretty Katarzyna is? I want to be as pretty as her. ohhh, I just found out online that Whitney won. So, YAY! in your face, bitches! Who said plus size people aren't good? Sometimes those skinny bitches don't have the skills like plus size girls do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, I'll be going to KL in 2 days time. It's should be interesting. I can't wait I can't wait I can't wait! and I love the 2 tops I bought from Forever 21, and the red top from Bugis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I miss SACHA. and I miss CHELSEA. and I miss AUDREY. and I miss JAZREEL. and I miss DIANAH. and I miss LOURDY. and I miss BRENDA. and I miss ANGE. and the list just goes on and on and on and ON!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8100105137559376967-6426028651657411659?l=fireinalarm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fireinalarm.blogspot.com/feeds/6426028651657411659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8100105137559376967&amp;postID=6426028651657411659' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8100105137559376967.post-3045269770391817905</id><published>2008-12-09T23:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T23:51:20.807-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='It was you and me against the world'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Don't hang up,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Can we talk?&lt;br /&gt;So confused&lt;br /&gt;It's like im lost.&lt;br /&gt;What went  wrong?&lt;br /&gt;what made you go?&lt;br /&gt;Don't pretend you don't know&lt;br /&gt;This is me&lt;br /&gt;Im  unchangeable&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When did we&lt;br /&gt;Fall apart?&lt;br /&gt;Or did you lie&lt;br /&gt;From the  start?&lt;br /&gt;When you said&lt;br /&gt;Its only you&lt;br /&gt;I was blind&lt;br /&gt;Such a  fool&lt;br /&gt;Thinking we&lt;br /&gt;Were unbreakable&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was you and me against the  world&lt;br /&gt;And you promised me forever more&lt;br /&gt;Was it something that I  said?&lt;br /&gt;was it something that I did?&lt;br /&gt;Cuz I gotta know&lt;br /&gt;What made me  unbeautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ive been told&lt;br /&gt;Whats done is done&lt;br /&gt;To let it go&lt;br /&gt;And  carry on&lt;br /&gt;And deep inside&lt;br /&gt;I know that's true&lt;br /&gt;Im stuck in time&lt;br /&gt;Im  stuck on you&lt;br /&gt;We were still untouchable&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was you and me against the  world&lt;br /&gt;And you promised me forever more.&lt;br /&gt;Was it something that I  said?&lt;br /&gt;Was it something that I did?&lt;br /&gt;Cuz I gotta know&lt;br /&gt;What made me  unbeautiful&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wake up, wake up, wake up&lt;br /&gt;Cuz im only dreaming&lt;br /&gt;Get out,  get out, get out&lt;br /&gt;Get out of my head now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because we're much  better&lt;br /&gt;All together&lt;br /&gt;Can't let go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was you and me against the  world&lt;br /&gt;And you promised me forever more&lt;br /&gt;Was it something that I  said?&lt;br /&gt;Was it something that I did?&lt;br /&gt;Cuz I gotta know&lt;br /&gt;What made me  unbeautiful&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was you and me against the world&lt;br /&gt;And you promised me  forever more&lt;br /&gt;Was it something that I said?&lt;br /&gt;Was it something that I  did?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cuz I gotta know&lt;br /&gt;What made me unbeautiful&lt;br /&gt;Made me  unbeautiful&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8100105137559376967-3045269770391817905?l=fireinalarm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fireinalarm.blogspot.com/feeds/3045269770391817905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8100105137559376967&amp;postID=3045269770391817905' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8100105137559376967/posts/default/3045269770391817905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8100105137559376967/posts/default/3045269770391817905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fireinalarm.blogspot.com/2008/12/dont-hang-up-can-we-talk-so-confused.html' title=''/><author><name>ameera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04173644674394204895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8100105137559376967.post-4242436454424940834</id><published>2008-12-05T06:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-06T05:05:21.127-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I miss the old days'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;United are we, in this happy place&lt;br /&gt;earnest and disciplined&lt;br /&gt;at work and at play&lt;br /&gt;cheerfully caring, cheerfully sharing&lt;br /&gt;helping one another&lt;br /&gt;along the way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Filling our minds with knowlegde&lt;br /&gt;growing in wisdom day by day&lt;br /&gt;undaunted are we, in all that we do&lt;br /&gt;though it may be uphill, all the way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elias Park, Elias Park&lt;br /&gt;with you as my guide&lt;br /&gt;we hope to face the future&lt;br /&gt;and to serve our nation with pride&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elias Park, Elias Park&lt;br /&gt;with you as my guide&lt;br /&gt;we hope to face the future&lt;br /&gt;and to serve our nation with pride&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;man oh,man. This is so old school. Hahah. This up here is like my primary school, school song. I miss being in primary school. Things were so different then. Everyone was so innocent and naive. And we were all friends, no matter the race or sizes. Like everyone was friends with each other, and not in cliques like how kids are nowadays. Everyone was so small, now everybody's so big. And I miss both the old and new primary school building. I guess, primary school has alot of memories in it. Like how we as friends would quarrel over a small matter, and we would be friends with each other again after a fews days. Or how we would 'not be friends' with him/her because he/she was friends with someone you don't like. Or even not be friends because both of you has a crush on the same boy. We were all so childish. Well, when we were kids, we wouldn't realize how childish we were. Cos our mentality is so much different. We are more matured now. And when we think back to the old times, we'd realize how foolish we were then. Or even, we couldn't imagine us as 'matured' young adults would do such a thing when we were younger. I myself, I would admit that I was very childish. But hey, I can't blame myself. I was 'raw' then. And didn't really know about the outside world like now. I remember I used to have this bestfriend. We were in the same class from primary 1 up to primary 6. So, we would kinda quarrel, then we'll be like "I don't friend you anymore". And then we'll be friends in the end. And also, me and my other friend, we used to like this boy,and we would write letters to each other telling the other one to stop liking the boy. And like who liked the boy first. Haha omg! So childish. We didn't even know what the true meaning of love was and yet we are fighting over some boy. Like as if it's life and death that the boy likes you back or not. Old times, old times. I still have that letter that my friend gave to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My. I really want to meet my old classmates. I think those who were bestfriends in primary school might even have drifted apart, and like we would just give that *up-down* stare to each other as if we were strangers. Hahahaha. And I wonder what life after secondary school would be like.&lt;br /&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/8100105137559376967-4242436454424940834?l=fireinalarm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fireinalarm.blogspot.com/feeds/4242436454424940834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8100105137559376967&amp;postID=4242436454424940834' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8100105137559376967/posts/default/4242436454424940834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8100105137559376967/posts/default/4242436454424940834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fireinalarm.blogspot.com/2008/12/united-are-we-in-this-happy-place.html' title=''/><author><name>ameera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04173644674394204895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8100105137559376967.post-8987120173944228889</id><published>2008-12-04T03:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T03:45:42.995-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well, well, well. Hmm.... I've been at home for the past 2 days. And it's killing me! So yesterday, at around 12 midnight, while I was washing my face in my mother's bathroom, suddenly I heard a ringing sound. It doesn't sound like a phone ringing, but more like an alarm clock. So I ignored it. But to think of it, which idiot would set his alarm in the middle of the night. So I asked my mom. We thought it could be someone who's stuck in the lift. (You see, my house unit is right beside the lift). Cos the sound was very loud. We went out of the house to check. But both lifts were working perfectly. So, my mom went downstairs to check where the sound was coming from. Suddenly, water started gushing out from the drain. And, no. It's not dirty water. It was clean. You could see right through it. Like  pure water. Kay, whadevs! So, we thought that the water was going to stop flowing out. But it piped out more water, as if the drain was vomiting water. And that's alot of water wasted. So my mother called the town council and they said that their contractor would arrived soon. And omg, it took them like half-an-hour to come. In total, the water flowed out for almost an hour. That's tons of gallons of water. What a waste. I think you can fill 5 whole olympic-sized pools. Or maybe more. HAHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, I'm done kids. Run along now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8100105137559376967-8987120173944228889?l=fireinalarm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fireinalarm.blogspot.com/feeds/8987120173944228889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8100105137559376967&amp;postID=8987120173944228889' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8100105137559376967/posts/default/8987120173944228889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8100105137559376967/posts/default/8987120173944228889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fireinalarm.blogspot.com/2008/12/well-well-well.html' title=''/><author><name>ameera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04173644674394204895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8100105137559376967.post-5225640598746945934</id><published>2008-12-01T03:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T04:21:22.921-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wedding bells'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VHwr_IThd2A/STPWb0P8dgI/AAAAAAAAANE/r6B3BWX08qs/s1600-h/I%27ll++blow+my+kisses+to+you.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VHwr_IThd2A/STPWb0P8dgI/AAAAAAAAANE/r6B3BWX08qs/s320/I%27ll++blow+my+kisses+to+you.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274795361951315458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My, oh my. It's been quite some time since I updated this blog of mine. Okay, so, Sacha left for Aussie last weds, and she'll only be back I think on the 14th of December. And I miss Chelsea. alot.&lt;br /&gt;I wonder how she's doing. seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, last tuesday. Bought a dress from Hula &amp;amp; Co. I think it's really nice (: went around town with Lourdy and Nurriny. ohmygahhhh! Lourdy looks damn hot in the dress she wore. and with the bangz. So then, on thurs, hang-ed out with Nurriny in Pasir Ris. After walking around aimlessly, we decided to catch a movie. First, we went to Downtown East's Cathay. We wanted to watch Hell's Highway, but it was freaking NC-16. So we decided, it was Wild Child. but it had already started. and the next timing was like at 10 pm. So, we decided to try our luck at trying to get into Hell's Highway. But noooo, the person asked for our freaking ID. omg, it was embarassing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we decided to go to Golden Village at Tampines Mall instead. So, in the end, we watched Wild Child, and it was a pretty nice movie. and, Alex Pettyfer is *ohmygahhhh* such a hottie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anywho, on Saturday, met Nurriny at Pasir Ris Mrt Station, and we went to my house. We did our hair, and camwhored a little. Thereafter, we took a train down to City Hall and went around Esplanade for awhile. omigosh. When we were at the Esplanade underpass, some skater dude just like literally called me Lisa. whoever he thought I was. So, we walked around Marina Square, cos Nurriny wanted to look for accessories. After that, we walked down towards Orchard. But we made a short stop at CHIJMES. Walked around. Man ,that place is cool. Then we walked down to Heerans. and met Brenda, Cleris, Diane, Audrey &amp;amp; Jolene at NYDC cafe. It was Brenster's birthday, btw. I think I ate Cajun chicken baked rice. It's kinda spicy, whooo, but it's nice. And Nurriny thinks that the waiter guy who was serving us was cute. Haha. sooo, then after dinner, we went to Cineleisure to take neoprints. oh my, so old school. Then I left with Nurriny at around 9.15 pm. Took a train to City Hall, and we parted cos I had to go to Jurong for my cousin's wedding dinner. So, I took a train all the way to Lakeside. alone. And I walked to my cousin's house. alone. So yeah. When I arrived there, almost all of them didn't recognised me. Except my 2 cousins. Haha. hopefully, I didn't look like 'freak show' or something. So then, we left at about 12 plus. and reached home at about 1 plus. and omigosh! Me and my family had to wake up at 7.15 am. Bcos my dad wanted to be there early. My, oh my. I was so tired. So, when we reached there, had my breakfast at about 10 plus. then Feeney and I just slacked around. Then Intan reached there at about 3 plus. Wah! She's really a star karat la. Her sister told me that she was still asleep when they left the house. and she text-ed me that she just woke up at like 1 pm. wah, thanks man. I had to wake up so early. Then Intan, Feeney and I went up to my aunt's house cos it was like really warm, and we were so tired. We sat upstairs and for all I know, I woke up at about 5 plus. the sleep was really shiok. and Intan slept also, although she only woke up at 1. haiya. sleep only la she. Haha. so then, we went downstairs, and had some laughters with the whole family after the wedding wrapped up. After that, we all head home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha, wow. this post is long.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8100105137559376967-5225640598746945934?l=fireinalarm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fireinalarm.blogspot.com/feeds/5225640598746945934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8100105137559376967&amp;postID=5225640598746945934' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8100105137559376967/posts/default/5225640598746945934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8100105137559376967/posts/default/5225640598746945934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fireinalarm.blogspot.com/2008/12/my-oh-my.html' title=''/><author><name>ameera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04173644674394204895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VHwr_IThd2A/STPWb0P8dgI/AAAAAAAAANE/r6B3BWX08qs/s72-c/I%27ll++blow+my+kisses+to+you.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8100105137559376967.post-1525962769420367505</id><published>2008-11-24T00:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T03:54:18.822-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happy birthday'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>omigosh! my stomach hurts like hell. heeeelllllpppppppp!&lt;br /&gt;well, nothing much happened today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VHwr_IThd2A/SSqVi3mxwFI/AAAAAAAAAM0/NPXg-U__JhE/s1600-h/hanifffff.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272190740065271890" style="WIDTH: 133px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VHwr_IThd2A/SSqVi3mxwFI/AAAAAAAAAM0/NPXg-U__JhE/s200/hanifffff.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VHwr_IThd2A/SSqVjJUB-vI/AAAAAAAAAM8/TdYKpbH4tgo/s1600-h/1_578929101l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272190744818481906" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VHwr_IThd2A/SSqVjJUB-vI/AAAAAAAAAM8/TdYKpbH4tgo/s200/1_578929101l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;oh, and today's Hanif &amp;amp; Lourdy's birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;happy birthday to you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;happy birthday to you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;happy birthday my two friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;happy birthday to you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;you're finally fifteen,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;and I know that's so cool,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;but it isn't the legal age,though&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;just enjo-oy this day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;isn't this song above just so cool? I know. hahaha. my creation. just sing the 2nd verse in the same tune as the 'happy birthday' song. whoots!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8100105137559376967-1525962769420367505?l=fireinalarm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fireinalarm.blogspot.com/feeds/1525962769420367505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8100105137559376967&amp;postID=1525962769420367505' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8100105137559376967/posts/default/1525962769420367505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8100105137559376967/posts/default/1525962769420367505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fireinalarm.blogspot.com/2008/11/omigosh-my-stomach-hurts-like-hell.html' title=''/><author><name>ameera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04173644674394204895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VHwr_IThd2A/SSqVi3mxwFI/AAAAAAAAAM0/NPXg-U__JhE/s72-c/hanifffff.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8100105137559376967.post-8077978904320355069</id><published>2008-11-23T05:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-23T06:17:38.615-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I miss my bestfriend alot'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;"&gt;I miss Sacha Anette Hayley Woodford Armstrong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271853602243268418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VHwr_IThd2A/SSli63WSz0I/AAAAAAAAALk/Tm7Zd7jIJ_s/s320/sachaaaaaaaaaaa.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I know you look quite unglam here.But you're still awesome!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Babe! I miss you like shit. Like truckloads of shit, y'know. Since the holis started, we've not been out together, like ever. Well, besides the Night Safari thing. omigosh. You are like leaving for aussie this weds. Haha, I bet you'll miss me! kay anyways, you so have to get me something from there. We must must go out after you come back, kay? Promise me, darling!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You had your dreams, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I had mine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;You had your fears, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I was fine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Showed me what I couldn't find&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;When two different worlds collide&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8100105137559376967-8077978904320355069?l=fireinalarm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fireinalarm.blogspot.com/feeds/8077978904320355069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8100105137559376967&amp;postID=8077978904320355069' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8100105137559376967/posts/default/8077978904320355069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8100105137559376967/posts/default/8077978904320355069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fireinalarm.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-miss-sacha-anette-hayley-woodford.html' title=''/><author><name>ameera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04173644674394204895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VHwr_IThd2A/SSli63WSz0I/AAAAAAAAALk/Tm7Zd7jIJ_s/s72-c/sachaaaaaaaaaaa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8100105137559376967.post-516080187300900965</id><published>2008-11-21T18:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T18:55:22.899-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='oh someone help meeeeeeee'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I&apos;m living in lights of boredom'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>omigosh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how long ago was my last post?remind me remind me again.okay.so holidays' been,uhhh ... a bit wee boring for me.as usual.seriously,I think nothing entertains me.just nothing.not even tv.the shows are like what?mostly repeated episodes.and I'm sick of watching the same thing all over again.and DVDs ain't helping that much too.urgh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but the good news is,that I'll be going to KL for a holiday!but that's like a month away.hurhur-.-&lt;br /&gt;at least I'm going somewhere out of sg:DDDDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what?I miss school.I can't believe I'm actually saying this,but I really miss school.well,not for the fact that I have my friends,but I miss the environment.I miss having POA lessons,then my class would annoy mrs Tan.I miss having classes.omigosh,please let the holidays past fast.haha,ya!then when school starts,I'll be dreading to go to school.well,teenagaers these days have these kinds of attitude.they're funny.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8100105137559376967-516080187300900965?l=fireinalarm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fireinalarm.blogspot.com/feeds/516080187300900965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8100105137559376967&amp;postID=516080187300900965' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8100105137559376967/posts/default/516080187300900965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8100105137559376967/posts/default/516080187300900965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fireinalarm.blogspot.com/2008/11/omigosh-how-long-ago-was-my-last.html' title=''/><author><name>ameera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04173644674394204895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8100105137559376967.post-3985640529098204639</id><published>2008-11-10T22:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T22:43:00.503-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='psychopathic idiot'/><title type='text'>I'm not a freaking lesbian! fuck shizzzzzzzxzxzx!</title><content type='html'>ffffffffffffffffffffffffffffff ! There's this some freakzoid guy on friendster who is seriously irritating me. like crazyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy. You fucking don't know me and you're saying that I'm a freaking lesbian. please. I've got no time for your freaking shit la. I don't fucking care if you have a fetish for school girls. I don't freaking care! It's none of my freaking business. and I'm not cheap okay. Who knows how many school girls have been your victim. I do not intend to have a freaking intimate relationship with you. You sound like a fucking psycho. and I'm not a freaking lesbian. How dare you call me that? You have no rights to say that about me. Well, if you could call me that, then I might as well say that you're a gay! ffff you ffff you ffff you ffff you! You want cheap girls, go to Geylang. you want school girls, ask those freaking prostitutes to dress up as one. Perhaps you'll get even more turned on by them. plus they will easily just take off their clothes for you. But not me. I've got dignity. then you'll have s** with them till you get tired and suffocate to death. or maybe you'll contract AIDS from them and you'll die. But oh please, the world would (duh uhh) be a much more better place without you. Psychopaths like you just have no lives. I suggest you go get one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8100105137559376967-3985640529098204639?l=fireinalarm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fireinalarm.blogspot.com/feeds/3985640529098204639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8100105137559376967&amp;postID=3985640529098204639' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8100105137559376967/posts/default/3985640529098204639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8100105137559376967/posts/default/3985640529098204639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fireinalarm.blogspot.com/2008/11/im-not-freaking-lesbian-fuck.html' title='I&apos;m not a freaking lesbian! fuck shizzzzzzzxzxzx!'/><author><name>ameera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04173644674394204895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8100105137559376967.post-9046207922862529305</id><published>2008-11-06T10:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T10:03:00.754-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='clazz chalet'/><title type='text'>I'm anticipated!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;omgomgomgomgomgomgomgomgomgomgomgomgomg&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Class chalet tuh-daaaaaayyyyyyyyy! woohoooooo! so fun so fun.&lt;br /&gt;I'll be meeting Ange at 5 at Pasir Ris MRT station at 5. and maybe Jake, and Shanz too.&lt;br /&gt;omgomgomg. It's gonna be so fuuuuuunnnn! Then some of us will be sleeping over at the chalet.&lt;br /&gt;Then we can have like a night walk at Pasir Ris Park, since I didn't go for my adventure camp one. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can't wait can't wait can't wait! I wanna go wild wild wet! I wanna go Escape!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okayokay. Shall update after I come back from the Chalet. Chiao!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8100105137559376967-9046207922862529305?l=fireinalarm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fireinalarm.blogspot.com/feeds/9046207922862529305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8100105137559376967&amp;postID=9046207922862529305' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8100105137559376967/posts/default/9046207922862529305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8100105137559376967/posts/default/9046207922862529305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fireinalarm.blogspot.com/2008/11/im-anticipated.html' title='I&apos;m anticipated!'/><author><name>ameera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04173644674394204895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8100105137559376967.post-583304443825575100</id><published>2008-11-04T03:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T04:33:00.139-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I&apos;m living in lights of boredom'/><title type='text'>I'm going insane!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VHwr_IThd2A/SRA3ryrmSkI/AAAAAAAAALc/JhQqOjURzQQ/s1600-h/here+goes+nothin%27.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264769189874649666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VHwr_IThd2A/SRA3ryrmSkI/AAAAAAAAALc/JhQqOjURzQQ/s320/here+goes+nothin%27.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;was bored this morning. So I did this ^^^^. cos my stewpeeed internet connection is, like I said, screwed. So imagine the boredom I went through. and I randomly like cried. seriously. I think I'm going insane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;omigoshomigoshomigoshomigoshomigoshomigoshomigoshomigoshomigoshomigosh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eh, I want Barrack Obama to win this year's presidential election.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;amp; I'm still waiting for the night safari peeeeektures. omigosh! Sacha, Audrey &amp;amp; I think that the joker guy is handsome. the one at night safari. omigosh! the chinese hantu scared the shit out of me. seriously. can jump at me somemore. but, I feel like going there again. but the halloween season thing is over. and next year, Sacha is planning to go trick-or-treating at Holland Road. hmm. see how see how.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You know what? I think we should have a halloween party in school. That'd be so fun, and so cool. Then like have a best dressed contest or something. You know, I think that LADY will win. as a hippo. lols!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;'Cause boy you got style&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;And that’s what I love about you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;The way that you sit back&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oh how you sit back &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/8100105137559376967-583304443825575100?l=fireinalarm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fireinalarm.blogspot.com/feeds/583304443825575100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8100105137559376967&amp;postID=583304443825575100' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8100105137559376967/posts/default/583304443825575100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8100105137559376967/posts/default/583304443825575100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fireinalarm.blogspot.com/2008/11/im-going-insane.html' title='I&apos;m going insane!'/><author><name>ameera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04173644674394204895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VHwr_IThd2A/SRA3ryrmSkI/AAAAAAAAALc/JhQqOjURzQQ/s72-c/here+goes+nothin%27.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8100105137559376967.post-117951179918837733</id><published>2008-11-03T04:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T05:00:22.180-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='a lifetime of crushes and your broken dreams'/><title type='text'>me love you many many</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;We've got it good&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Whether you like this town or not&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I know it's small but with a big head&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;It's bound to get hot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;In the summer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;But the summer is a bummer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;If you can't leave&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;This pathetic excuse for a town&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;That holds all your memories&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;A lifetime of crushes and your broken dreams&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;To be anywhere but here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;But baby anywhere is away from me&lt;br /&gt;If you got it all figured out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Then what is there to shout about&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;This midwest town is gonna miss you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Just go ahead and work it out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;But first come on and let it out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Scream and shout and tell everybody that your gonna leave&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8100105137559376967-117951179918837733?l=fireinalarm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fireinalarm.blogspot.com/feeds/117951179918837733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8100105137559376967&amp;postID=117951179918837733' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8100105137559376967/posts/default/117951179918837733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8100105137559376967/posts/default/117951179918837733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fireinalarm.blogspot.com/2008/11/me-love-you-many-many.html' title='me love you many many'/><author><name>ameera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04173644674394204895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8100105137559376967.post-3469997192536458927</id><published>2008-11-02T11:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-02T11:39:00.221-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='oh my'/><title type='text'>My latest addiction</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VHwr_IThd2A/SQ0frDlVujI/AAAAAAAAALU/GXozeG2XLCA/s1600-h/beneath+the+smile.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263898364022733362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VHwr_IThd2A/SQ0frDlVujI/AAAAAAAAALU/GXozeG2XLCA/s320/beneath+the+smile.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; he's hothothot! he's cute, uh huh uh huh.yesyesyes.I know I know.Bet you a million bucks he's way hotter than your boyfriend&lt;br /&gt;All Hail The Heartbreaker.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8100105137559376967-3469997192536458927?l=fireinalarm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fireinalarm.blogspot.com/feeds/3469997192536458927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8100105137559376967&amp;postID=3469997192536458927' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8100105137559376967/posts/default/3469997192536458927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8100105137559376967/posts/default/3469997192536458927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fireinalarm.blogspot.com/2008/11/my-latest-addiction.html' title='My latest addiction'/><author><name>ameera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04173644674394204895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VHwr_IThd2A/SQ0frDlVujI/AAAAAAAAALU/GXozeG2XLCA/s72-c/beneath+the+smile.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8100105137559376967.post-5177029394951853479</id><published>2008-11-01T18:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T04:34:49.835-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='old old old old old'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='eeeeeeeeeeeeeeewww'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;omg&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:180%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;dead blog.dead blog.dead blog.dead blog.dead blog.dead blog.dead blog.dead blog.dead blog.dead blog.dead blog&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:180%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000000;"&gt;sorry! my fffffffff internet connection is just screwed! and it's the holidays now. omgomgomgomgomg! how am I gonna survive the boredom.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aaaaaaahhhh! I can't wait for my class chalet this thursday &amp;amp; friday night. awesomeszxzxzx!&lt;br /&gt;hopefully Mrs Yap will be there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;andddddddd, I'm not ready to be a sec 4 kid. I feel so olddddd. eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee! someone find me a potion so that I can stay young forever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8100105137559376967-5177029394951853479?l=fireinalarm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fireinalarm.blogspot.com/feeds/5177029394951853479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8100105137559376967&amp;postID=5177029394951853479' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8100105137559376967/posts/default/5177029394951853479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8100105137559376967/posts/default/5177029394951853479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fireinalarm.blogspot.com/2008/11/omg-dead-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>ameera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04173644674394204895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8100105137559376967.post-1733480705033680301</id><published>2008-10-22T06:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-01T20:29:27.257-07:00</updated><title type='text'>We live in the 90211,genius!</title><content type='html'>so, had a full day session with the IJ alumni. they are super fun,and funny,and entertaining. one of them even had a tounge-stud. cool la she! so we played games and all. had the objectives stuff. then they were telling us about their school times. which was errrr..... 10/11 years ago? they're like 26/27 years old now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8100105137559376967-1733480705033680301?l=fireinalarm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fireinalarm.blogspot.com/feeds/1733480705033680301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8100105137559376967&amp;postID=1733480705033680301' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8100105137559376967/posts/default/1733480705033680301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8100105137559376967/posts/default/1733480705033680301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fireinalarm.blogspot.com/2008/10/we-live-in-90211genius.html' title='We live in the 90211,genius!'/><author><name>ameera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04173644674394204895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8100105137559376967.post-5678959382011626952</id><published>2008-10-20T03:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T04:06:49.499-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the world should be a peaceful place'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;color:#009900;"&gt;Eeeeeeeeee.Gay shit!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;(in the train)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;p&gt;omg, I just feel like running away and live in a world where words like 'exam', 'stress','heartache' &amp;amp; 'pressure' never existed. somewhere I know I'll be happy. with a carefree environment. a place where humans all care for each other, and they understand how others feel and have ampathy. somewhere people care for how you feel. and no one is selfish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;somewhere the freaking 'express','normal academic' &amp;amp; 'normal technical' doesn't exist. and everyone just gets the same education. or maybe somewhere the smarter/faster kids won't get so stuck up like how they are now. somewhere your principal or any of your teachers or other classes never looked down on your freaking class. somewhere your freaking class is not blacklisted by the freaking teachers. well, hello! why don't you put the freaking unmotivated students somewhere else. sometimes the bloody class is just so distracting &amp;amp; unmotivating, you don't even have the urge to study. you all freaking put us in the freaking class. and whoever makes trouble you'll be like "oh ya, must be from 3/7". why would you assume that it's from this freaking particular class? excuse me LADY, you are a freaking educator. and you're supposed to keep the students motivated and interested in school. not threaten to expel them just because of one small thing. you're not some freaking god who can do whatever you like to the students. you just give them freaking detentions/suspentions as you like. the ministry gave you the position because they trust you and they know you can teach students discipline. but you are using your power wrongly. the world is not free for your lame shit, yknow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s, I'm not saying that I hate being in my class. which I totally don't. Because we are all different individuals with different personalities. each and one of us are a single puzzle piece that altogether makes an image of a loving class. we are not competitive in any way. not like other classes. all the students think about are grades,grades and more grades. I think our class are way bonded than most others. which of course makes 3/7 , '&lt;em&gt;the most famous class in IJ history'&lt;/em&gt; special! HAHAHA. I love my class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder where that 'somewhere' will ever be. oh wells, the world's not perfect, because god made it like that to test us. I think everyone should unite, and put aside all their selfishness. because wars doesn't exist just like that. it's due to their lack of maturity that these wars are happening. world shall be a peaceful place ever again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;'Cause I’m running away,&lt;br /&gt;running away I gotta do it,&lt;br /&gt;make my escape from this world I’ve been living in&lt;br /&gt;Nothing’s holding me down&lt;br /&gt;I’m leaving this town I gotta do it,&lt;br /&gt;deep down I know&lt;br /&gt;That as long as I stay true,&lt;br /&gt;It doesn’t matter where I’m running to&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8100105137559376967-5678959382011626952?l=fireinalarm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fireinalarm.blogspot.com/feeds/5678959382011626952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8100105137559376967&amp;postID=5678959382011626952' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8100105137559376967/posts/default/5678959382011626952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8100105137559376967/posts/default/5678959382011626952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fireinalarm.blogspot.com/2008/10/eeeeeeeeee.html' title=''/><author><name>ameera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04173644674394204895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8100105137559376967.post-3381365933137266166</id><published>2008-10-19T07:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-19T08:24:10.686-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Happy Birthday Ange!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VHwr_IThd2A/SPtMAB1rSbI/AAAAAAAAALE/f2Qd3P-BQcM/s1600-h/after+running.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258880553262467506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VHwr_IThd2A/SPtMAB1rSbI/AAAAAAAAALE/f2Qd3P-BQcM/s320/after+running.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;this is a super old peeek of us&lt;/center&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VHwr_IThd2A/SPtMALm27dI/AAAAAAAAALM/CI0fOkXnA1g/s1600-h/DSC00127.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258880555884670418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VHwr_IThd2A/SPtMALm27dI/AAAAAAAAALM/CI0fOkXnA1g/s320/DSC00127.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;whoah! you're finally 15,woman. How does it feel? I know I feel old. hehehe. can make your IC now. heh, I still haven't made mine. I love you, and you sure do know it. Don't be pissed. I'm sure you don't want to get old soon. Hope you had a super coolio fun enjoying birthday today. See you in school tomorrow. well, that's if I'm not lazy enough to get up.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Besides that, went raya-ing today with my dad's fam. omg, so much for strict diet. I ate alot today. like alot alot. eeeeeeeee! I seriously have to stop eating. I must be disciplined. andddddddddddddddd, I've got rashes on my feet. superz itchyyyyyyyyy! and the texture is superz disgusting. say eeeeeewwwwwwww!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8100105137559376967-3381365933137266166?l=fireinalarm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fireinalarm.blogspot.com/feeds/3381365933137266166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8100105137559376967&amp;postID=3381365933137266166' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8100105137559376967/posts/default/3381365933137266166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8100105137559376967/posts/default/3381365933137266166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fireinalarm.blogspot.com/2008/10/happy-birthday-ange-this-is-super-old.html' title=''/><author><name>ameera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04173644674394204895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VHwr_IThd2A/SPtMAB1rSbI/AAAAAAAAALE/f2Qd3P-BQcM/s72-c/after+running.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8100105137559376967.post-8316478614222401559</id><published>2008-10-18T06:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-18T07:05:22.740-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='diet diet diet'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>omg, I am so going on a strict diet from now on.&lt;br /&gt;let's try just one fast food meal per week.&lt;br /&gt;then fruits, a must everyday.&lt;br /&gt;and I'll do all the stupid exercises shit.&lt;br /&gt;I want to lose 2 kg.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8100105137559376967-8316478614222401559?l=fireinalarm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fireinalarm.blogspot.com/feeds/8316478614222401559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8100105137559376967&amp;postID=8316478614222401559' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8100105137559376967/posts/default/8316478614222401559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8100105137559376967/posts/default/8316478614222401559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fireinalarm.blogspot.com/2008/10/omg-i-am-so-going-on-strict-diet-from.html' title=''/><author><name>ameera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04173644674394204895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8100105137559376967.post-3788285913692494744</id><published>2008-10-18T05:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-18T06:08:09.154-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the world is coming to an end'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='seriously'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I want to get a holiday job.But not FnB outlets,please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh,and did I mention I hate posers?Just wanted to say that.and I hate mats and minahs.and bengs and lians.and anjeks and anjelis(sp?). What happened to all the normal people in the world?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8100105137559376967-3788285913692494744?l=fireinalarm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fireinalarm.blogspot.com/feeds/3788285913692494744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8100105137559376967&amp;postID=3788285913692494744' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8100105137559376967/posts/default/3788285913692494744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8100105137559376967/posts/default/3788285913692494744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fireinalarm.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-want-to-get-holiday-job.html' title=''/><author><name>ameera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04173644674394204895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8100105137559376967.post-1380780939268456573</id><published>2008-10-17T06:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-17T07:30:31.082-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VHwr_IThd2A/SPidlY7dZuI/AAAAAAAAAK8/Q9kikTjK5Eo/s1600-h/lurve+jazerellaaaaaaa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258125830627616482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VHwr_IThd2A/SPidlY7dZuI/AAAAAAAAAK8/Q9kikTjK5Eo/s320/lurve+jazerellaaaaaaa.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ponned school today. I think alot of people did. Whatever la. Exams are over,so what. Don't wanna talk about exam results.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss my primary school days. Was talking to Fareza just now. Hurhur. Some of my classmates from 6 Honesty went raya-ing yesterday. But I was too lazy, and plus I reached home late. So didnt go out with them. I swear I miss them all. I miss having science remedials. I miss having so many people in malay class. Now I only have like what? 10 people in class. That's pathetic. I miss my old uniform. I miss having Aces day &amp;amp; fruit day. I just miss everything la. But everyone has to move on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; I certainly do miss all my friends.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8100105137559376967-1380780939268456573?l=fireinalarm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fireinalarm.blogspot.com/feeds/1380780939268456573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8100105137559376967&amp;postID=1380780939268456573' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8100105137559376967/posts/default/1380780939268456573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8100105137559376967/posts/default/1380780939268456573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;And honestly, I have been begging for answers &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;That you and only you can give to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;A voice crying loud&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I've been crying for days now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;And as I start to run, I stop to breathe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;(And I was nearly scared to death)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;And I was nearly scared to death&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;(Why you left in paragraphs)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Why you left in paragraphs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;(The words were nearly over us)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;The words were nearly over us&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;You stop and turn and grab your bags&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;And I'll be here by the ocean&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Just waiting for proof that there's sunsets and silhouette dreams&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;All my sand castles fall like the ashes of cigarettes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;And every waves drags me to sea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I could stand here for hours&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Just to ask God the question, "Is everyone here make-believe?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;With a tear in His voice, He said, "Son, that's the question."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Does this deafening silence mean nothing to no one but me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;As hours move to minutes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;And minutes take longer to break&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I will be desperately awaiting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;But my tongue won't fall apart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;And we've been sitting here for hours&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;All alone and in the dark&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;So let me think of to word it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Is it too soon to say 'perfect'?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;If I could find another thirty minutes somewhere&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I'm sure everything would find me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;All that's left is just to sing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;And I'll be here by the ocean&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Just waiting for proof that there's sunsets and silhouette dreams&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;All my sand castles fall like the ashes of cigarettes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;And every waves drags me to sea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I could stand here for hours&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Just to ask God the question, "Is everyone here make-believe?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;With a tear in His voice, He said, "Son, that's the question."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Does this deafening silence mean nothing to no one but me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;And you'll sing to me sweet until then&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I may never sail Virginia again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;And as this current moves slow for me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;This much you must know of me again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;And I'll have you know I'm scared to death&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Tell me once again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;That you'll love me to the death&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;And should I die, you swear that you will come for me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;As I fade away, you reach out your hand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;(And please don't let me go)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;And please don't let me go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;(And please don't let me go)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;And please don't let me go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;And I'll be here by the ocean&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Just waiting for proof that there's sunsets and silhouette dreams&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;All my sand castles fall like the ashes of cigarettes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;And every waves drags me to sea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I could stand here for hours&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Just to ask God the question, "Is everyone here make-believe?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;With a tear in His voice, He said, "Son, that's the question."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Does this deafening silence mean nothing to no one but me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was supposed to go to school today. But heck! I was lazy to leave my bed. Good thing that my mum doesn't know that I have school. So,woke up at 8 plus.watched Freedom Writers. eh,and I think Danny Noriega is cute. Lols,random. I feel like going somewhere overseas. Somewhere faraway from Singapore. I just feel like taking the plane. I wanna go to Paris. I wanna go to Australia. I wanna go to London. I wanna go to America. I wanna go to Greece. I wanna go to Spain. I want to go on a shopping spree in Paris,and London,and New York.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I want to go somewhere there's peace. Somewhere where the sunset's nice,and there's a million stars in the sky at night. Somewhere there's rainbow everyday. Somewhere carefree, and stress-free. Somewhere school doesn't exist in the world,cos everyone is born smart. Somewhere there's no heartache. Somewhere just so perfect.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8100105137559376967-7011090991933272382?l=fireinalarm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fireinalarm.blogspot.com/feeds/7011090991933272382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8100105137559376967&amp;postID=7011090991933272382' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8100105137559376967/posts/default/7011090991933272382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8100105137559376967/posts/default/7011090991933272382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fireinalarm.blogspot.com/2008/10/and-honestly-i-have-been-begging-for.html' title=''/><author><name>ameera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04173644674394204895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8100105137559376967.post-2160465623436180254</id><published>2008-10-13T08:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T09:40:13.519-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Saturday:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Went jalan raya-ing with my dad's fam.awesomeszx! monehhhhhh! woohoooooooo. the mats in the bus were seriously annoying. like spell it out man. A-N-N-O-Y-I-N-G! making so much noise. it was prolly their first time talking or something. might as well use a microphone -.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Sunday:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Woke up at like 6plus. Showered and got ready. Reached my aunt's place at about 8 am? Then we all headed straight to JB. Went to have breakfast at some restraunt. the prata was like Shiokers! Then we went to Tesco. shopped. then, my cousins were all like some retarded monkeys who just played at the arcade for the first time or something. They were playing the basketball game. Then they were asking me to try to shoot some. unfortunately, I can't aim that good :( god, what would malaysians think of singaporeans man. so then, went to my cousin's house in JB. She and her fam just shifted there. The house is nice. and plus she got the corner one,so her garden is quite spacey. nice nice! so then, we left her house at about 4plus. Went straight back to SG. then we went to the hospital to visit my grandfather (dad's dad). then after that,went straight home. got ready and took cab to Syazwan's house. reached his place at about 9. His house is huge! and nice! I like the rooftop :DDDDD . everyone there was fun. then we were all playing 'have you ever' with the boys.and one of them had to do a forfeit to kiss his friend. Lols. it was fun laaaa. made new friends. and hahaha, the boys were noisy,they were jumping on each other.the police got called. funny laaaaaa. kthen, cabbed home with D, Ben , and Marcus. Sleptover D's house. Love you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Today:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Had chappati in the morning. was chatting with Don. hahaha,Donovan, you'll be my servant in my palace,kay.it'll be fun! I'll be the Queen.hahahaha. so then,left D's house at about 2.30pm. cabbed home. got ready,and met Jazerella at 4 @ sengkang. trained to orchard, and went to Far East. Ate subway. Whooooooooooo! I finally found the bag I wanted.hahaha,bought it.then we were just walking around.then we walked to Heerans,and I got the purse. yay! finally. then we walked and walked. then went to cineleisure at 6.30. watched Eagle Eye. It's an awesome movie! and Shia looks super hot! in the movie. Sacha, Chelsea &amp;amp; Audrey was in the same cinema.Cos I was supposed to go and watch it with them. so then,after the movie,met Sam &amp;amp; Yulica.then 4 of us went to take neoprints. fun! so then, me and Jazie walked to Plaza Sing. I swear I'm going back to Daiso.Things there are awesomely cheap!and cute. so then cabbed home and reached home at 11. mum was supposedly supposed to be home.cos she told me she was.that's why I rushed home.but she wasn't in the end. hurhur! whatever la. and I didn't get to buy my shampooooooooo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee! I don't want to to get back my results. it's gna suck big time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;em&gt;it can happen to anyone of us&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;em&gt;anyone you think of&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;em&gt;anyone can fall&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;em&gt;anyone can hurt someone they love&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;em&gt;hearts will break&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;em&gt;cos I made a stupid mistake&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God,I miss this song ^^^^^. I used to be in L.O.V.E with it,lols.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8100105137559376967-2160465623436180254?l=fireinalarm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fireinalarm.blogspot.com/feeds/2160465623436180254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8100105137559376967&amp;postID=2160465623436180254' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8100105137559376967/posts/default/2160465623436180254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8100105137559376967/posts/default/2160465623436180254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fireinalarm.blogspot.com/2008/10/saturday-went-jalan-raya-ing-with-my.html' title=''/><author><name>ameera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04173644674394204895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8100105137559376967.post-7353530075322032669</id><published>2008-10-09T09:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T09:14:48.853-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='screw art'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Screw&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Art&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Screw&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Art&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Screw&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Art&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:180%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I only have like 2 pages done. 3 more to go. Gruhhhhhhhhhhhhh! I feel like swimming,I feel like running,I feel like dancing,I feel like jumping,I feel like going to Sentosa,I feel like going shopping,I feel like eating ice cream,I feel like eating prata,I feel like flying,I feel like bathing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#666666;"&gt;I love you,but you just don't know it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8100105137559376967-7353530075322032669?l=fireinalarm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fireinalarm.blogspot.com/feeds/7353530075322032669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8100105137559376967&amp;postID=7353530075322032669' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8100105137559376967/posts/default/7353530075322032669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8100105137559376967/posts/default/7353530075322032669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fireinalarm.blogspot.com/2008/10/screw-art.html' title=''/><author><name>ameera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04173644674394204895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8100105137559376967.post-3791037085077287840</id><published>2008-10-09T07:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T07:37:07.593-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hate school art'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Fck la! I seriously hate art now. I want to drop it. It gives me headaches,and heartaches thinking about the fcking teacher.that bloody biatch.I wanna drop it now.I don't even feel like going to school for my art exam tomorrow.hurhur. How I envy Priscilla.She dropped art &amp;amp; FnN. I seriously wanna drop it now.It's taking my time.I'm wasting my time even attending art lessons.&lt;br /&gt;All I hear is that bitch's annoying voice. Maybe it was my fault for procrastinating.But art is not that all important yknow! I think I'd rather concentrate on other subjects that this fcking art.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm irritated,cos firstly,my throat hurts like hell.then I can't concentrate drawing the stupid roller coaster.and my mum is asking me stupid questions,when I really don't feel like joking.I feel sick. Urgh! please let me be sick,so that I don't need to go to school tomorrow.I spent more money today on the fcking art materials than money to eat. You see! art is like a waste of time,money,and imagination. Art is nice,but it'll be nicer if you can be creative and do whatever you want. And not something which is chosen for you.like something define.Art is about expressing yourself.What if the fcking topic does not relate to you,and yet you have to have 'experience' with the topic.A personal reference,whatever not.Urgh! Urgh! Urgh! Urgh! Urgh!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8100105137559376967-3791037085077287840?l=fireinalarm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fireinalarm.blogspot.com/feeds/3791037085077287840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8100105137559376967&amp;postID=3791037085077287840' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8100105137559376967/posts/default/3791037085077287840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8100105137559376967/posts/default/3791037085077287840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fireinalarm.blogspot.com/2008/10/fck-la-i-seriously-hate-art-now.html' title=''/><author><name>ameera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04173644674394204895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8100105137559376967.post-4677205278841586910</id><published>2008-10-08T08:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T08:38:24.712-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>We were both young when I first saw you&lt;br /&gt;I closed my eyes and the flashback starts&lt;br /&gt;I'm standing there&lt;br /&gt;On a balcony in summer air&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See the lights, see the party, the ball gowns&lt;br /&gt;I see you make your way through the crowd&lt;br /&gt;And say hello&lt;br /&gt;Little did I know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That you were Romeo, you were throwing pebbles&lt;br /&gt;And my daddy said, "stay away from Juliet"&lt;br /&gt;And I was crying on the staircase&lt;br /&gt;Begging you, please don't go&lt;br /&gt;And I said&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Romeo, take me somewhere we can be alone&lt;br /&gt;I'll be waiting, all there's left to do is run&lt;br /&gt;You'll be the prince and I'll be the princess&lt;br /&gt;It's a love story&lt;br /&gt;Baby, just say yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I sneak out to the garden to see you&lt;br /&gt;We keep quiet cause we're dead if they knew&lt;br /&gt;So close your eyes&lt;br /&gt;Escape this town for a little while&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause you were Romeo, I was the scarlet letter&lt;br /&gt;And my daddy said, "stay away from Juliet"&lt;br /&gt;But you were my everything to me&lt;br /&gt;I was begging you, please don't go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I said Romeo, take me somewhere we can be alone&lt;br /&gt;I'll be waiting, all there's left to do is run&lt;br /&gt;You'll be the prince and I'll be the princess&lt;br /&gt;It's a love storyBaby, just say yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Romeo, save me&lt;br /&gt;They try to tell me how I feel&lt;br /&gt;This love is difficult, but it's real&lt;br /&gt;Don't be afraid, we'll make it out of this mess&lt;br /&gt;It's a love story&lt;br /&gt;Baby, just say yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got tired of waiting&lt;br /&gt;Wondering if you were ever coming around&lt;br /&gt;My faith in you is fading&lt;br /&gt;When I met you on the outskirts of town&lt;br /&gt;And I said&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Romeo, save me&lt;br /&gt;I've been feeling so alone&lt;br /&gt;I keep waiting for you, but you never come&lt;br /&gt;Is this in my head&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what to think&lt;br /&gt;He knelt to the ground and pulled out a ring&lt;br /&gt;And said&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marry me, Juliet, you'll never have to be alone&lt;br /&gt;I love you and that's all I really know&lt;br /&gt;I talked to your dad&lt;br /&gt;Go pick out a white dress&lt;br /&gt;It's a love story&lt;br /&gt;Baby, just say yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cause we were both young when I first saw you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8100105137559376967-4677205278841586910?l=fireinalarm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fireinalarm.blogspot.com/feeds/4677205278841586910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8100105137559376967&amp;postID=4677205278841586910' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8100105137559376967/posts/default/4677205278841586910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8100105137559376967/posts/default/4677205278841586910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fireinalarm.blogspot.com/2008/10/we-were-both-young-when-i-first-saw-you.html' title=''/><author><name>ameera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04173644674394204895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8100105137559376967.post-4875371864691651701</id><published>2008-10-07T21:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T21:56:03.912-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ice Cream'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='House Bunny'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Mathematics Paper 1&amp;amp;2.Lunch at Macs with Ange &amp;amp; Jazreel.Watched House Bunny with Ange at Lido.Window shopping.Dinner at Downtown East with my cousin.Sleptover my cousin's house.Ate ice cream!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8100105137559376967-4875371864691651701?l=fireinalarm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fireinalarm.blogspot.com/feeds/4875371864691651701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8100105137559376967&amp;postID=4875371864691651701' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8100105137559376967/posts/default/4875371864691651701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8100105137559376967/posts/default/4875371864691651701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fireinalarm.blogspot.com/2008/10/mathematics-paper-1-at-macs-with-ange.html' title=''/><author><name>ameera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04173644674394204895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8100105137559376967.post-1722411838594600981</id><published>2008-10-05T23:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T00:19:16.264-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Woohoooooo! History's over! uh huh uh huh. But I think I screwed it.like my section B is super gone case. so,I've been going in and out of johor recently with my mum,and uncle and aunty.cos we're cool,like that.hahaha,nah.cos we were looking after and companying my grandmother. I love her!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yesterday,watched Disaster Movie,High School Musical 'the concert' &amp;amp; Camp Rock with my 3 year old and 8 year old cousin.I had nothing do to!So yeah.then me,my mum,my aunt &amp;amp; my uncle were like gossiping about this other aunty of mine,cos we don't like her.we were talking about her at like what? 2/3 am.haahaha.fun laaaaaa,we were laughing non-stop.though,talking to the adults made me feel old.HAHAHAH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-maths paper tomorrow.ARGH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;somebody go and watch movie with me.SOOOOOON!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and thanks Jazerella for taking 88 with me all the way to sengkang today.lurb chewszx horrrrr!you emily(the strange) wannabe.I'm still cooler than youuuu.hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh,and I have a million and one mosquito bites all over my body,mostly my legs.and I was scratching my legs in the exam hall non-stop.I think I looked like some OCD freak.LOL!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8100105137559376967-1722411838594600981?l=fireinalarm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fireinalarm.blogspot.com/feeds/1722411838594600981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8100105137559376967&amp;postID=1722411838594600981' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8100105137559376967/posts/default/1722411838594600981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8100105137559376967/posts/default/1722411838594600981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fireinalarm.blogspot.com/2008/10/woohoooooo-historys-over-uh-huh-uh-huh.html' title=''/><author><name>ameera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04173644674394204895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8100105137559376967.post-4781394974171572585</id><published>2008-10-03T03:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-03T04:10:54.395-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='miss you so bad'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I miss you'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Had my shitto social studies and biology paper today.SS was ... urgh! but I think Bio was quite okay.woots! heart chambers. I have 89438236249 ... 5 more papers to go.hurhur! I'm not done with my art prep work. someone come die with me. Zailee is gonna strangle me!gosh,I feel bad.I think I kinda pangseh Shanz today.like I was being a bitch.urgh! just excuse me peeps.I need time to move on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still miss you! why'd you leave?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Na na, na na na, na na&lt;br /&gt;I miss you, Miss you so bad&lt;br /&gt;I don't forget you,&lt;br /&gt;Oh it's so sad&lt;br /&gt;I hope you can hear me&lt;br /&gt;I remember it clearly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day you slipped away&lt;br /&gt;Was the day I found it won't be the same&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Na na, na na na, na na&lt;br /&gt;I didn't get around to kiss you&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye on the hand&lt;br /&gt;I wish that I could see you again&lt;br /&gt;I know that I can't&lt;br /&gt;I hope you can hear me&lt;br /&gt;Cause I remember it clearly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day you slipped away&lt;br /&gt;Was the day I found it won't be the same&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had my wake up&lt;br /&gt;Won't you wake up&lt;br /&gt;I keep asking why&lt;br /&gt;And I can't take it&lt;br /&gt;It wasn't fake&lt;br /&gt;It happened, you passed by&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now you're gone, now you're gone&lt;br /&gt;There you go, there you go&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere I can't bring you back&lt;br /&gt;Now you're gone, now you're gone&lt;br /&gt;There you go, there you go,&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere your not coming back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day you slipped away&lt;br /&gt;Was the day I found it won't be the same &lt;br /&gt;The day you slipped away&lt;br /&gt;Was the day that I found it won't be the same &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Na na, na na na, na na&lt;br /&gt;I miss you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8100105137559376967-4781394974171572585?l=fireinalarm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fireinalarm.blogspot.com/feeds/4781394974171572585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8100105137559376967&amp;postID=4781394974171572585' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8100105137559376967/posts/default/4781394974171572585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8100105137559376967/posts/default/4781394974171572585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fireinalarm.blogspot.com/2008/10/had-my-shitto-social-studies-and.html' title=''/><author><name>ameera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04173644674394204895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8100105137559376967.post-3529714441478366435</id><published>2008-09-30T18:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T19:00:00.215-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Just came home from Johor this morning.uh,I'll be going there again in a few.So,my grandfather got what he wanted.He wanted to die in Johor &amp;amp; be buried there.He passed away due to a sudden heart attack.Just a few posts before this,I was saying what if my grandfather leaves me,and it turns out,he really left.I really had a bad feeling/instincts a few days ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yesterday,before his burial,I couldn't help but cry profusely as I watch his lifeless body lay helplessly on the ground.I was the last person to kiss him.I seriously still can't believe he already left.I somehow still feel him with me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;oh wells,today is Hari Raya.I must not cry in front of my grandmother.It'll only make her sad.Will be going to my grandfather's grave later with my family.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251998753991849970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VHwr_IThd2A/SOLZClx6d_I/AAAAAAAAAK0/Ayqoxmc3tM4/s320/shaaaaanth.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today is also Shanthini's birthday.so,&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Happy Birthday you midget! &lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;Thanks for being there.When I'm sad,when I'm happy.and at this point of time.Thanksthanksthanksthanksthanks! I'll see you in school tomorrow or maybe Friday when I come back for Social Studies &amp;amp; Bio paper,kayyyyyy?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;***&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;To the people who tagged on my tagboard,thanks alot.You guys are the bombszx/bestest! I'll see all of you soon.Love Ya'll.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8100105137559376967-3529714441478366435?l=fireinalarm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fireinalarm.blogspot.com/feeds/3529714441478366435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8100105137559376967&amp;postID=3529714441478366435' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8100105137559376967/posts/default/3529714441478366435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8100105137559376967/posts/default/3529714441478366435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fireinalarm.blogspot.com/2008/09/just-came-home-from-johor-this-morning.html' title=''/><author><name>ameera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04173644674394204895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VHwr_IThd2A/SOLZClx6d_I/AAAAAAAAAK0/Ayqoxmc3tM4/s72-c/shaaaaanth.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8100105137559376967.post-9044060669338194842</id><published>2008-09-29T04:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T08:43:42.847-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VHwr_IThd2A/SODA5fd6RBI/AAAAAAAAAKs/WBQ-e8O9HdU/s1600-h/dearly+beloved.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251409259446027282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VHwr_IThd2A/SODA5fd6RBI/AAAAAAAAAKs/WBQ-e8O9HdU/s320/dearly+beloved.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;center&gt;1928 - 29 September 2008&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;everytime you smile,you laugh you glow&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And as I predicted,I just lost my best friend.A very special Bestfriend,indeed.My grandfather.He's seen my grow up til who I am now.And he was always there.But now,I've got no one to turn to,and to make me laugh and smile.The picture above ^^^ was taken during Hari Raya last year.and now,he won't be able to celebrate Hari Raya with us anymore.&lt;br /&gt;I love you,and I'll miss you forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking at a picture of you in my hands&lt;br /&gt;Wondering if I'm ever gonna see you again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Without you I don't know how my life will be&lt;br /&gt;But I believe&lt;br /&gt;It's not goodbye&lt;br /&gt;Cause I will remember you&lt;br /&gt;And I will see you again&lt;br /&gt;When I rise&lt;br /&gt;Cause I know and I believe&lt;br /&gt;I will see you in eternity&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So close yet so far&lt;br /&gt;But in my heart you're here with me&lt;br /&gt;You did not leave&lt;br /&gt;You just went to live in eternity&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Without you I don't know how my life will be&lt;br /&gt;But I believe&lt;br /&gt;It's not goodbye&lt;br /&gt;Cause I will remember you&lt;br /&gt;And I will see you again&lt;br /&gt;When I rise&lt;br /&gt;Cause I know and I believe&lt;br /&gt;I will see you in eternity&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We will live in the light of the sun again&lt;br /&gt;Dancing in the river of life and&lt;br /&gt;Knowing that'll never end&lt;br /&gt;Forever by your side&lt;br /&gt;We'll never have to say goodbye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause I will remember you&lt;br /&gt;And I will see you again&lt;br /&gt;When I rise&lt;br /&gt;Cause I know and I believe&lt;br /&gt;I will see you in eternity&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not goodbye&lt;br /&gt;Cause I will remember you&lt;br /&gt;And I will see you again&lt;br /&gt;When I rise&lt;br /&gt;Cause I know and I believe&lt;br /&gt;I will see you in eternity&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8100105137559376967-9044060669338194842?l=fireinalarm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fireinalarm.blogspot.com/feeds/9044060669338194842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8100105137559376967&amp;postID=9044060669338194842' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8100105137559376967/posts/default/9044060669338194842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8100105137559376967/posts/default/9044060669338194842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fireinalarm.blogspot.com/2008/09/1926-29-september-2008-everytime-you.html' title=''/><author><name>ameera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04173644674394204895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VHwr_IThd2A/SODA5fd6RBI/AAAAAAAAAKs/WBQ-e8O9HdU/s72-c/dearly+beloved.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8100105137559376967.post-1877090827978944131</id><published>2008-09-28T07:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-28T07:34:10.566-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>was watching the ending part of the Formula 1 with my mum.And that Alonso guy came in first.I think 2 of the Ferrari guys crashed.My mum was cursing and cursing hoping the person gets diarrhoea(sp?).hahaha,cute laaa,my mum.&lt;br /&gt;and I think Lewis Hamilton is handsome!HAHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got school tomorrow.but Idon'twanttogotoschool.Idon'twanttogotoschool.Idon'twanttogotoschool!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;exams,exams,exams.please be over soon!&lt;br /&gt;and it's been a looong time since lady luck pass me by.I'm waiting for something interesting to happen.hahaha,lols.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahahaha,the Noose. (Jojo Joget). the name maintain luh!cannot tahan la.confirm all the makciks &amp;amp; pakciks get turned on.LOL!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8100105137559376967-1877090827978944131?l=fireinalarm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fireinalarm.blogspot.com/feeds/1877090827978944131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8100105137559376967&amp;postID=1877090827978944131' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8100105137559376967/posts/default/1877090827978944131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8100105137559376967/posts/default/1877090827978944131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fireinalarm.blogspot.com/2008/09/was-watching-ending-part-of-formula-1.html' title=''/><author><name>ameera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04173644674394204895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8100105137559376967.post-1075902388734987741</id><published>2008-09-27T23:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-28T00:13:54.308-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VHwr_IThd2A/SN8sd9pPBbI/AAAAAAAAAKM/2mNk-QmsYW0/s1600-h/younger+days.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250964583812629938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VHwr_IThd2A/SN8sd9pPBbI/AAAAAAAAAKM/2mNk-QmsYW0/s320/younger+days.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;center&gt;Younger Days.was my first time taking the train,I think.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VHwr_IThd2A/SN8seBGOtWI/AAAAAAAAAKU/k45uHHouqog/s1600-h/nads.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250964584739550562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VHwr_IThd2A/SN8seBGOtWI/AAAAAAAAAKU/k45uHHouqog/s320/nads.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;center&gt;Me &amp;amp; Nadia.we were close since young.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VHwr_IThd2A/SN8seFhVxqI/AAAAAAAAAKc/FtGsmx_im-4/s1600-h/so+cute!.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250964585927001762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VHwr_IThd2A/SN8seFhVxqI/AAAAAAAAAKc/FtGsmx_im-4/s320/so+cute!.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;center&gt;Hahaha!this cutie here is my brother.He's 21 year old now.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VHwr_IThd2A/SN8seW4KheI/AAAAAAAAAKk/3FZdCCNlW5E/s1600-h/back+to+the+60%27s.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250964590586136034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VHwr_IThd2A/SN8seW4KheI/AAAAAAAAAKk/3FZdCCNlW5E/s320/back+to+the+60%27s.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;center&gt;Me &amp;amp; Nadia.All grown up&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Woke up this morning for sahur.wanted to sleep after that,but stayed and talked to my mum and nenek instead.We were talking about my brother.and please,it's not one of those makcik gossip sessions.We were like talking of what's become of him.Like how he's girlfriend is always at our house.Then me and my mum were talking.What she said made me felt guilty.I cried,okay.Teared.But you're not supposed to cry when you're fasting!...&lt;br /&gt;so after talking talking talking,cleaned and threw the things in my room.like the things that I don't need.Threw all the shit papers in my room.Then after that,helped my mum to wipe the windows,tables and removed the table cloths.There's a lot more to do.&lt;br /&gt;But I'll do it later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Examszx!&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;s&gt; 25 september '08; English Paper 1 &amp;amp; 2&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;s&gt;26 september '08; Mother Tongue Paper 1 &amp;amp; 2&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;3 october '08; Social Studies Paper &amp;amp; Biology Paper&lt;br /&gt;&gt;6 october '08; History Paper&lt;br /&gt;&gt;7 october '08; Mathematics Paper&lt;br /&gt;&gt;9 october '08; Physics Paper &amp;amp; POA Paper 1 &amp;amp; Paper 2&lt;br /&gt;&gt;10 october '08; ART!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eeeeeeeeeeeeeee! 7 more papers to go.and I have 1 &amp;amp; a half weeks left to do my art prep work.DIE DIE DIE! but besides that,I have a month more til school closes.Which includes some fuck bridging programme which the sec 3N students have to attend to learn some sec 4 stuff.Might as well do it next year,right?I don't feel like going,though. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then I can finally say Hi to my late night sleeping again.Then I can have movie marathons with my cousin again.Then I can finally put away all the books,well til school starts again laaa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;okay,so Hari Raya &amp;amp; Shanthini's birthday is this Weds.but I still have to go to school as per normal on Thurs.uh,Sacha! let's go makan together.With Chels &amp;amp; Auds &amp;amp; Dianah,kaykaykay? Love ya'll! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8100105137559376967-1075902388734987741?l=fireinalarm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fireinalarm.blogspot.com/feeds/1075902388734987741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8100105137559376967&amp;postID=1075902388734987741' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8100105137559376967/posts/default/1075902388734987741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8100105137559376967/posts/default/1075902388734987741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fireinalarm.blogspot.com/2008/09/younger-days.html' title=''/><author><name>ameera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04173644674394204895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VHwr_IThd2A/SN8sd9pPBbI/AAAAAAAAAKM/2mNk-QmsYW0/s72-c/younger+days.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8100105137559376967.post-4696818597924465647</id><published>2008-09-26T03:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-26T03:56:33.072-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hi Hi,Hello Hello.Had english paper yesterday.t'was pretty much,quite okay.after school,went to Yan's house.just slacked there.Then Diana,Fiq,Lira &amp;amp; Seereen came.We were all lying on Yan's bed and laughing and mocking Then Kak Dia and I were like camwhoring.uh,but I'm too lazy to upload any peeeeeeks.see if I have the time,maybe I'll upload.So we watched "Hantu Ambulance" on demand tv.hahaha.okay laa.not that scary.&lt;br /&gt;Then had malay paper today.I was very high today.In the morning,was sitting in the canteen with Sacha,Audrey,Chelsea,Valerie,Dianah &amp;amp; Nurriny.didn't had morning assembly,cos it was raining heavily.So then,went up to the hall at 8.gosh!all the sec 1s,sec 2s,sec 3s,and some sec 4s were in one hall.Paper 1 was okayyyyyyy.I didn't know what to write for my compo.I think it was quite short.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had break.Sacha,Audrey,Chelsea and I were like singing and singing different different songs and we were all high.Instead of revising the peribahasa or whatever,we were doing crap.HAHAHA!did paper 2.&lt;br /&gt;finally.I'm over and done with malay and english.But that's just 2.&lt;br /&gt;still have 1234567 more papers to go.uhhhhhh!&lt;br /&gt;please make it fast!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;andddddddddddddddddddddddd,Hari raya is just next week.I haven't even made any preparations.hurhur&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8100105137559376967-4696818597924465647?l=fireinalarm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fireinalarm.blogspot.com/feeds/4696818597924465647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8100105137559376967&amp;postID=4696818597924465647' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8100105137559376967/posts/default/4696818597924465647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8100105137559376967/posts/default/4696818597924465647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fireinalarm.blogspot.com/2008/09/hi-hihello-hello.html' title=''/><author><name>ameera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04173644674394204895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8100105137559376967.post-2602701033026848407</id><published>2008-09-24T06:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-24T06:55:31.205-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>School was fine today.Took train.guess who I saw,guess who I saw,guess who I saw?HAHAHA! I saw my train eye candy.I swear he's cute!*smiles* Had thanksgiving mass first thing in the morning.Then there's this father/priest he was speaking in a british-indian mixed accent.I thought the british part was cool.Father Simon was there too.after mass was recess.Sat with Shanthini,my ever so lovely friend who I love to bully so so much.Then had lessons,boring lessons.Oh,during malay,cikgu got so upset,I think she almost cried/teared.But seriously,she really didn't taught us the peribahasa.Then she was like "I don't know what to do with you people anymore".But she seriously seriously did not teach us some of the peribahasa.eyer!I'm so scared.What if it comes out in my paper this friday?anyways,cikgu,I still love youuuuuu!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yeah,then had POA.surprisingly,I listened to *high-pitched* "Are you readaye?" Mrs Tan.After that,we had to clear our lockers,well,actually not lockers laaa.just under our tables.we can clear our lockers like by ... urgh,I don't know when.oh,whatever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So assembly,was just to show us where we were gonna sit for our papers.and it's in the hall.It's gonna be coldddddddd.cos there's aircon.so I'm gna remember to bring my jacket.After school,went straight down to the canteen.Slack/study/talk/camwhore/eat/gossip with the usual people.Anna Banana, Amanda the lianszx &amp;amp; Ange the minah.hahahahah.All the A's! cool,eh? Ameera,Ange,Anna,Amanda.They are the coolest shitszx ever.for now.hahaha.We camwhored,camwhored,camwhored then Ange and I left at about 4plus.I think I saw 'Khai',Lourdy's crush.LOL!&lt;br /&gt;So then,took train to Orchard.walked to Lido to meet Dianah.She went there to study-udy-udy with Syazwan.Left after awhile.oh,oh! While walking to the mrt station,guess who I saw,guess who I saw,guess who I saw?heheh,I saw that cute guy who's working at coffee bean *smiles*&lt;br /&gt;hahaha,so then,trained home with Dianah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then when I was breaking fast,I was sitting with my grandfather.Then I was thinking what if he dies.I mean,he's very sick.and he was showing me his 1 million and 1 medicines.Whoah! even though he's not my real grandfather,he's been there since I was young.He was always cute with his gestures.and he's always joking.I think if he wasn't around/or isn't gonna be around anymore,I'll die of boredom.no more funny jokes to laugh at,and no more best friend to watch tv with.I didn't even got to see my real grandfather.He passed away even before my mum was born.due to some illness.I'm gonna miss you if you leave me,atuk.I love you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8100105137559376967-2602701033026848407?l=fireinalarm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fireinalarm.blogspot.com/feeds/2602701033026848407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8100105137559376967&amp;postID=2602701033026848407' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8100105137559376967/posts/default/2602701033026848407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8100105137559376967/posts/default/2602701033026848407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fireinalarm.blogspot.com/2008/09/school-was-fine-today.html' title=''/><author><name>ameera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04173644674394204895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8100105137559376967.post-1718348651829931548</id><published>2008-09-19T00:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-19T01:25:03.878-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mats invasion'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hellohellohello! Didn't go to school today.and I just read Calyssa's blog,and she didn't go to school too.Heh!anyways,in the morning,urgh! bitches bitches bitches! disturbing my sleep.so,woke up at 7.showered then studied bio.I seriously wanna try dissecting something.like maybe a brain,or maybe a frog,or a chicken.that'd be so cool.but I think I'll puke looking at the blood and whatever juices that'll be juiced out of it.HAHAHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;grossssssssssssss!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VHwr_IThd2A/SNNeEFgAMYI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/t0x0kxXfKNg/s1600-h/alex+gaskarth.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247641415105655170" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VHwr_IThd2A/SNNeEFgAMYI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/t0x0kxXfKNg/s320/alex+gaskarth.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;p&gt;oh,and Alex Gaskarth is so smexyyyyyy!His hair reminds me of Kyle Patrick.lol&lt;br /&gt;I'll be meeting up with Siti and Shari later at around 5plus.cos we're going to geylang together.then with Yan too,I think.eyer! later got all the mats and minahs,and makciks and pakciks. cannot tahan luh!and my dad's gonna be there too.cos he's gonna break fast with his friend. kay,I'm off!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8100105137559376967-1718348651829931548?l=fireinalarm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fireinalarm.blogspot.com/feeds/1718348651829931548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8100105137559376967&amp;postID=1718348651829931548' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8100105137559376967/posts/default/1718348651829931548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8100105137559376967/posts/default/1718348651829931548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fireinalarm.blogspot.com/2008/09/hellohellohello-didnt-go-to-school.html' title=''/><author><name>ameera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04173644674394204895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VHwr_IThd2A/SNNeEFgAMYI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/t0x0kxXfKNg/s72-c/alex+gaskarth.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8100105137559376967.post-1520051192594605103</id><published>2008-09-18T06:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-18T07:52:29.219-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm touched by what Sacha said on her blog.Sach,I miss youuuuuuu toooooo!not only you,but Chelsea tooo.We must go out after exams,kaykaykay?then have sleepovers,then go watch movies,then we'll go DRAW PLANTS at *ehem ehem* outside *ehem ehem* Heerans.HAHAHA!only me and Sacha would understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;anyways,yez.I miss the times when we were playing the Jesse McCartney song and everyone was staring at us.I miss the 163 busrides with you and Chelsea everyday when we were in sec 1. I miss how we used to sit with each other during recess everday. How we would go to compass point and walk there in rounds for no definite reason,and just to kill time.I miss going to the gym with you. and that time when we went escape theme park,and I went to your house afterwards.then I sleptover at your house just to watch High School Musical.and how long was that? 2 years ago.then when we went to the zoo.running around just like the monkeys. then,sentosa.when you were thrown into the sea.hahahahaha. and how(if we ever did) argue about the littlest things,and then make up in the end.and the crazy things we did in malay class.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't think I'll ever forget all the memories we had,as 3 bestfriends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I miss you, I miss your smile&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I still shed a tear every once and a while&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And even though it's different now&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You're still here somehow&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My heart won't let you go, and I need you to know&lt;br /&gt;I miss you&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;br&gt;You know when the sun forgets to shine&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll be there to hold you through the night&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We'll be running so fast we can fly, tonight&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And even when we're miles and miles apart &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You're still holding all of my heart&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I promise it will never be dark&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know we're inseparable &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;center&gt;Sec 1&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247370199740029506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VHwr_IThd2A/SNJnZRh5mkI/AAAAAAAAAJc/rx7VkGNAy80/s320/711366995l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;center&gt;Sec 2&lt;/center&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247370201133607234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VHwr_IThd2A/SNJnZWuJ6UI/AAAAAAAAAJk/1BNfPrn9RU0/s320/1_599571593l.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;center&gt;Sec 3&lt;/center&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247370210707667714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VHwr_IThd2A/SNJnZ6YyewI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/fXNTp7p1Bh4/s320/DSCF3451.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;oh,look how much we've grown.from girls,becoming young ladies.but always as crazy as everrrrrrrr! I miss you two like shitszx!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8100105137559376967-1520051192594605103?l=fireinalarm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fireinalarm.blogspot.com/feeds/1520051192594605103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8100105137559376967&amp;postID=1520051192594605103' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8100105137559376967/posts/default/1520051192594605103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8100105137559376967/posts/default/1520051192594605103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fireinalarm.blogspot.com/2008/09/im-touched-by-what-sacha-said-on-her.html' title=''/><author><name>ameera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04173644674394204895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VHwr_IThd2A/SNJnZRh5mkI/AAAAAAAAAJc/rx7VkGNAy80/s72-c/711366995l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8100105137559376967.post-3156871925904007451</id><published>2008-09-16T02:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-16T02:57:10.538-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yo momma! In the morning,was supposed to meet Jazerella.but instead,went to school alone.Cos,apparently,I think she overslept.so yeah.I was going to be late either way.Yes,first 3 periods were suffering ones. Mrs Tan today somehow seems so moody.like she was scolding alot. I can't stand her voice.It's so,it's so,it's so .... urgh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so then had maths.Mr Lim owes me Pizza for my birthday,and satay every thursday.after that was English.Ms Tan didn't come to school.So Ms Tutti(???) came in. She's like this New Zealand teacher.and I didn't understand a single word she said,cos her accent was way too strong.Then was physics.I swear Lourdy is the most retarded person ever! kay then,malay was the last 2 periods.Had listening compre.Cikgu made me sit alone.Cos she said that I was constantly talking to Sacha.Then cikgu was like,"if she talks to herself,or make alot of noise on her own,I have no idea what else to say". HAHAHAHA!then I was like telling Calyssa that my "boyfriend" was beside me. Oh,then I was lying down on 2 chairs then cikgu came and she wanted to sit on me.LOL! cikgu is damn cute laaaaa.I'm gonna miss her if she'll ever leave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and today,I was constantly hitting/pushing/punching/pinching Shanthini.She's the best laaaaa!can bully all. Shaaaaath,I'll sit with you in class then share with you stories,kay?Then I'll push you off your chair.hahahahahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after school,went to macs with Lourdy,Jananee &amp;amp; Shari. after that we sent Lourdy all the way to Yio Chu Kang station cos she needed to go for Accounts tuition.We're sweet aren't we?Then Jananee,Shari and I took the train all the way to Marina Bay.and took back and me and Jananee alighted at City Hall. We're purposely wasting time laaaaaa.HAHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eh,I'm in the mood to watch a movie(s).Someone/whoever,let's go out!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8100105137559376967-3156871925904007451?l=fireinalarm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fireinalarm.blogspot.com/feeds/3156871925904007451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8100105137559376967&amp;postID=3156871925904007451' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8100105137559376967/posts/default/3156871925904007451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8100105137559376967/posts/default/3156871925904007451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fireinalarm.blogspot.com/2008/09/yo-momma-in-morningwas-supposed-to-meet.html' title=''/><author><name>ameera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04173644674394204895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8100105137559376967.post-4014256479224196064</id><published>2008-09-15T07:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-15T08:06:51.771-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hi! I just got home from my cousin's house.Whoah! okay,firstly,school was pretty fine,I guess.except for art.Zailee was being a plain bitch! urgh,I can't stand her.I want to drop art this instance!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;okay so after school,went to my cousin's house to study POA.she's a good teacher,kay! so started from about 6,then had to break fast at 7.then continued all the way till about 9.I didn't want to leave her house any later cos I don't wanna see all the mats under her block.uh,they "went for the prayers" thing I guess.hahahaha. macam paham laaaa!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just studied POA today/tonight and I'll be having 3 freaking periods of it tomorrow.and guess what?It's the first 3 periods of the day.Have to see that freaking *high-pitched* "are you readaye?" Mrs Tan! HAHAHAHAHA!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000099;"&gt;I am so happy!&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;(happy happy happy happy happy happy happy!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;oh and today is Prince Harry's birthday!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246263266429089810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VHwr_IThd2A/SM54pRmvuBI/AAAAAAAAAJU/gX9lw3q4j58/s320/harrrrrryyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;He's so gooooooorrrrrrrrrrr-jusssssssssssssssssssssss!way better than Prince William! have to be different for once.Everyone is head over heels for Prince William.So I'll just have Prince Harry. muahahahahahaha!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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title=''/><author><name>ameera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04173644674394204895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VHwr_IThd2A/SM54pRmvuBI/AAAAAAAAAJU/gX9lw3q4j58/s72-c/harrrrrryyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8100105137559376967.post-4204492931142381826</id><published>2008-09-14T02:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-14T02:49:01.447-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's mommy's birthday today.My brother like totally forgot until I told him so. so,he went out to get her a birthday present.some blouse laaaa.kay then,I'm bored at home.so I watched Chris Crocker's videos.not being gay(I'm not gay!) or anything,but he's quite pretty with long hair.and he's quite the hilarious.You should watch his videos.He may seem like a pyscho,but it's hilarious.That's what counts(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;***&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;She can't see the way your eyes&lt;br /&gt;Light up when you smile&lt;br /&gt;She'll never notice how you stop and stare&lt;br /&gt;Whenever she walks by&lt;br /&gt;And you can't see me wantin' you the way you want her&lt;br /&gt;But you are everything to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I just wanna show you&lt;br /&gt;She don't even know you&lt;br /&gt;She's never gonna love you like I want to&lt;br /&gt;And you just see right through me but if you only knew me&lt;br /&gt;We could be a beautiful, miracle, unbelievable&lt;br /&gt;Instead I'm just invisible&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a fire inside of you&lt;br /&gt;That can't help but shine through&lt;br /&gt;She's never gonna see the light&lt;br /&gt;No matter what you do&lt;br /&gt;And all I think about is how to make you think of me&lt;br /&gt;And everything that we could be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I just wanna show you&lt;br /&gt;She don't even know you&lt;br /&gt;She's never gonna love you like I want to&lt;br /&gt;And you just see right through me but if you only knew me&lt;br /&gt;We could be a beautiful, miracle, unbelievable&lt;br /&gt;Instead I'm just invisible&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like shadows in a faded light&lt;br /&gt;we're invisible&lt;br /&gt;I just wanna open your eyes&lt;br /&gt;And make you realize&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just wanna show you&lt;br /&gt;She don't even know you&lt;br /&gt;Baby let me love you let me want you&lt;br /&gt;You just see right through me&lt;br /&gt;But if you only knew me&lt;br /&gt;We could be a beautiful, miracle, unbelievable&lt;br /&gt;Instead I'm just invisible&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She can't see the way your eyes&lt;br /&gt;Light up when you smile&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8100105137559376967.post-7966115880837084194</id><published>2008-09-13T06:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-13T07:27:53.947-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lantern festival old folks'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yo ho,what's hangin' in the hizzo! I've not updated in ages.Have been going to school late for the past 4 days. Tuesday,Wednesday,Thursday and Friday.almost the whole week. I think I'll get like detention or something at the end of the year. oh, end of year exams are coming in less than 2 weeks time.I've got alot alot to catch up on.HELP!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well,yesterday had to do some CIP thing in school with my whole class &amp;amp; 3/10.It was the Lantern Festival laaa.so, we had to bring the old folks around the canteen for the different stations.I think I was at the lantern making station the whole time.like they gave us only half and hour to make a lantern.so then yeah.yada yada yada.the old folks were quite cute.like there's one who's indo-chinese which is really cool.and he was talking to me and Calyssa in malay.telling us about his family and all.his grandchildren are smart!like one is studying in London or something.oooh, and he's rich! hahahahaha.Then, there's one who was wearing a superman tee.he was like smiling and laughing and he doesn't have teeths.hahaha.funny laaaaa.&lt;br /&gt;then there was this old man he was like outlining the lantern layout thingy.he was quite good.and he could cut out the cardboard faster than me.then,yeah. We were dismissed by about 9.30pm. waited for my mum outside my school. Gosh,she take sucha looooong time to come.hahahahaha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8100105137559376967-7966115880837084194?l=fireinalarm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fireinalarm.blogspot.com/feeds/7966115880837084194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8100105137559376967&amp;postID=7966115880837084194' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8100105137559376967/posts/default/7966115880837084194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8100105137559376967/posts/default/7966115880837084194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fireinalarm.blogspot.com/2008/09/yo-howhats-hangin-in-hizzo-ive-not.html' title=''/><author><name>ameera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04173644674394204895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8100105137559376967.post-1690824106885811879</id><published>2008-09-01T17:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-01T17:26:07.133-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weird'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lame'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dream'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I had a very weird dream last night.I was at a hawker centre(I don't know where laaa) with my cousin.and *ehemehem* was there too.We were eating.and my cousin was being like a sportscaster.She was reporting his every move.Like he's touching his shoes.He's smiling,and he's looking.LOL!funnyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy,eh.She crazy ahhh.hahaha,but that was just a dream,eh.Didn't really happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kay,I'm leaving for school soon.I've got drama camp meeting.meeting up with Auds.Jazreel can't make it. ): She went to KL with her family.have fun,babes!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8100105137559376967-1690824106885811879?l=fireinalarm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fireinalarm.blogspot.com/feeds/1690824106885811879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8100105137559376967&amp;postID=1690824106885811879' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8100105137559376967/posts/default/1690824106885811879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8100105137559376967/posts/default/1690824106885811879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fireinalarm.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-had-very-weird-dream-last-night.html' title=''/><author><name>ameera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04173644674394204895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8100105137559376967.post-4314625200946085761</id><published>2008-08-31T01:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-31T01:27:40.875-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I feel like going shopping suddenly.but too bad I'm bloody broke.anyways,went to the market with my grandmother and my maid this morning.WOW!that's a first.we took a bus to tampines mart from my house.then went around there.my granny bought crabs.and I feel so filial.I actually brought my sick granny out.hehehehehe&lt;br /&gt;My grandmother,my maid and I are going to the hospital to visit my grandfather later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel so sad.my phone LCD screen glass cracked and shattered inside.I can't use my phone.The bloody slippery staircase laaaaaaa!hurr hurr.my back still hurts whenever I bend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eeyer!this post sucks&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8100105137559376967-4314625200946085761?l=fireinalarm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fireinalarm.blogspot.com/feeds/4314625200946085761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8100105137559376967&amp;postID=4314625200946085761' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8100105137559376967/posts/default/4314625200946085761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8100105137559376967/posts/default/4314625200946085761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fireinalarm.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-feel-like-going-shopping-suddenly.html' title=''/><author><name>ameera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04173644674394204895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8100105137559376967.post-8659657081220357948</id><published>2008-08-30T08:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-30T08:49:44.077-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hair cut'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='saturday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boredom'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Saturday,saturday,saturday.I woke up today,to find my grandmother at home.I didn't know when she came.anyways,my saturday has been a very boring one.I'm very hungry.there's nothing to do at home.I don't feel like doing my art.I don't feel like going out.I just feel very lazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh,and the fasting month is coming.urgh!and I've got drama camp on thursday,and my class bbq is on the same day.hurr hurr.I'll have to make my way from toa payoh to east coast.all alone.hopefully I can meet Lourdy or Shanthini in tp before going to east coast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh,and if you haven't noticed.yes,I did in fact cut my hair.it's very short now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I.am.bored!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' 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title=''/><author><name>ameera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04173644674394204895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8100105137559376967.post-4372320352418636557</id><published>2008-08-26T07:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T08:14:56.338-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VHwr_IThd2A/SLQa5aegW3I/AAAAAAAAAH0/PhZIqcJ7SmA/s1600-h/Photo00053.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238841840200866674" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VHwr_IThd2A/SLQa5aegW3I/AAAAAAAAAH0/PhZIqcJ7SmA/s200/Photo00053.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VHwr_IThd2A/SLQaA5sOI9I/AAAAAAAAAHM/nLr6_cSbf7k/s1600-h/Photo00048.jpg"&gt;&lt;img 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href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VHwr_IThd2A/SLQccBEdIfI/AAAAAAAAAJE/rQcSuxcFfeo/s1600-h/Photo00064.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238843534187766258" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VHwr_IThd2A/SLQccBEdIfI/AAAAAAAAAJE/rQcSuxcFfeo/s200/Photo00064.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;So,you see the pictures above^^^^^^.well,I had fun during lunch at macs with Michelle &amp;amp; Audrey.they totally made my dayyyyyy((:pictures says it all.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I have like some other pictures of me and Jazie.I'll put it up soon.and and and,pictures that were taken during my birthday.that will be up soon,too.goodnight,all you fags!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8100105137559376967-4372320352418636557?l=fireinalarm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VHwr_IThd2A/SLQa5aegW3I/AAAAAAAAAH0/PhZIqcJ7SmA/s72-c/Photo00053.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8100105137559376967.post-3233583022720082839</id><published>2008-08-18T01:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-18T01:55:56.532-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hi! didn't go to school again today.I guess my mum's right.There will always be a day of every week when I won't go to school.serious shit! I feel like quitting school.There's nothing motivating about it at all.My class is like one fucking unmotivating class.The teachers are all fucked up.especially that blardy new teacher who acts like some big shot!Go and ACT somewhere else laaaaa bitch!call my mum all just for not going for the blardy fucked up,boring LD.I mean,it's not like we're going to do anything there.Like waste my time only.URGH!and plus,I sooooooooooooooooooo don't wanna see her face.and I just can't be bothered to wake up at 5 am in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so anyways,I cleaned my room today.I did my laundry.I washed the dishes.I cooked porridge. ;DDDDD the reason why I decided to clean my room was because I got inspired while looking through the rooms and bedroom stuff at PBteen.com . I swear the bedroom is gor-jussssssssssssssssss!But well,my room is not as big as the american-sized bedroom so there's nothing much I can do.I'm so proud of myself today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8100105137559376967-3233583022720082839?l=fireinalarm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fireinalarm.blogspot.com/feeds/3233583022720082839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8100105137559376967&amp;postID=3233583022720082839' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8100105137559376967/posts/default/3233583022720082839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8100105137559376967/posts/default/3233583022720082839'/><link rel='alternate' 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anyways,I think my work is wonderful((: more wonderful than how my maths paper would look like.If ya get what I mean.LOL! k now,I have to figure out how to print the thing.gahhhhh!I'm hoping that Jazreel can help me print in out later before she leaves for school.someone,help me print!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8100105137559376967-1075225985104941312?l=fireinalarm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fireinalarm.blogspot.com/feeds/1075225985104941312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8100105137559376967&amp;postID=1075225985104941312' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8100105137559376967/posts/default/1075225985104941312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8100105137559376967/posts/default/1075225985104941312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fireinalarm.blogspot.com/2008/08/f-f-f-f-fuck-shitits-4.html' title=''/><author><name>ameera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04173644674394204895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8100105137559376967.post-814447266245619679</id><published>2008-08-11T06:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-11T07:24:20.271-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This is such a random post.But I just feel like posting it anyway.Y'know, I think the word or even the term bestfriend is so overrated.Well for me,that is.I mean,why make promises to each other that you'll be bestfriends forever from the start,and then suddenly,everything changes.You're all drifted apart.Being bestfriends,you're supposed to understand each other's feelings,and be there for each other.Well try,at least.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's okay to have a number of bestfriends,I think.But why call a group of you bff's when majority of that 'group' kinda like goes on and leaves a friend behind.If you give me two groups of people.One is a group of bff's who's been together since the start,and the other is a group of friends who just got closer like after some trip or something.I would rather go with the group of friends who went on the trip considering what the group of bff's did to their so-called bestfriend.And being a bestfriend,you do not bring down your friend by saying things she wouldn't like.Like telling her she looks like those stupid girls on the streets by the way she dresses.I mean,the clothes don't make you who you are.If I give you a celebrity,and she dresses exactly like how the 'street girl' dresses,you would compliment her because she's famous.So just because she's famous,whatever she wears is nice.and if someone(not famous) dresses like the 'street girl',you would look down on them.Seriously,that person who looks down on his/her own bestfriend,should get a life and not steal other people's friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;urgh!okay,maybe the post doesn't make sense to you at all,but it sure does make sense to me.There's a lot more I wanted to type.But I just don't know how to say it.I would even type in the people's names,but being a nice BESTFRIEND,I wouldn't do that.just hope they realise.&lt;br /&gt;so long,thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;I thought that I could always count on you&lt;br /&gt;I thought that nothing could become between us two&lt;br /&gt;We said as long as we would stick together&lt;br /&gt;We’d be alright&lt;br /&gt;We’d be ok&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I was stupid&lt;br /&gt;And you broke me down&lt;br /&gt;I’ll never be the same again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So thank you for showing me&lt;br /&gt;That best friends cannot be trusted&lt;br /&gt;And thank you for lying to me&lt;br /&gt;Your friendship, the good times we had&lt;br /&gt;You can have them back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder why it always has to hurt&lt;br /&gt;For every lesson that you have to learn&lt;br /&gt;I won’t forget what you did to me&lt;br /&gt;How you showed me things&lt;br /&gt;I wished I’d never see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I was stupid&lt;br /&gt;And you broke me down&lt;br /&gt;I’ll never be the same again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So thank you for showing me&lt;br /&gt;That best friends cannot be trusted&lt;br /&gt;And thank you for lying to me&lt;br /&gt;Your friendship, the good times we had&lt;br /&gt;You can have them back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;When the tables turn again&lt;br /&gt;You’ll remember me my friend&lt;br /&gt;You’ll be wishing I was there for you&lt;br /&gt;I’ll be the one you miss the most&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you’ll only find my ghost&lt;br /&gt;As time goes by&lt;br /&gt;You’ll wonder why&lt;br /&gt;You’re all alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So thank you for showing me&lt;br /&gt;That best friends cannot be trusted&lt;br /&gt;And thank you for lying to me&lt;br /&gt;Your friendship, the good times we had&lt;br /&gt;You can have them back&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8100105137559376967-814447266245619679?l=fireinalarm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fireinalarm.blogspot.com/feeds/814447266245619679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8100105137559376967&amp;postID=814447266245619679' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8100105137559376967/posts/default/814447266245619679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8100105137559376967/posts/default/814447266245619679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fireinalarm.blogspot.com/2008/08/this-is-such-random-post.html' title=''/><author><name>ameera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04173644674394204895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8100105137559376967.post-1074489412310101140</id><published>2008-08-11T01:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-11T01:54:24.787-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hi!I'm back from the weekend at my dad's house.whoots! I'm so happyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy. I got a new phone.like finally.so yeah.it's not exactly the phone I wanted which was Motorola Motorazr2 V8 Luxury Edition.hurrrrr! but nevermind. I got a Motorola Motorizr Z8.it's quite cool.but I'm still figuring out the phone.anyway,thanks Daddy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VHwr_IThd2A/SJ_86vVs3gI/AAAAAAAAAGc/Fwmqj9tCk7Q/s1600-h/motorizr-z8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233179378097905154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VHwr_IThd2A/SJ_86vVs3gI/AAAAAAAAAGc/Fwmqj9tCk7Q/s320/motorizr-z8.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I don't wanna write anything else now.Bye!&lt;br /&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/8100105137559376967-1074489412310101140?l=fireinalarm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fireinalarm.blogspot.com/feeds/1074489412310101140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8100105137559376967&amp;postID=1074489412310101140' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8100105137559376967/posts/default/1074489412310101140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8100105137559376967/posts/default/1074489412310101140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fireinalarm.blogspot.com/2008/08/hiim-back-from-weekend-at-my-dads-house.html' title=''/><author><name>ameera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04173644674394204895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VHwr_IThd2A/SJ_86vVs3gI/AAAAAAAAAGc/Fwmqj9tCk7Q/s72-c/motorizr-z8.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8100105137559376967.post-8430969934870623594</id><published>2008-08-04T01:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-04T05:50:15.898-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>whoots!the weekend's been fine.but sunday was the bomb,to the bomb,bomb,bomb,bomb. HAHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;SATURDAY:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;woke up kinda late.got ready to go ice skating.fun fun fun,eh! Sacha,Chelsea,Dianah,Brenda,Jolene,Audrey and I went ice skating at Kallang Leisure Park.FUN! but I got like blisters in the end.hahaha.it was aud's birthday.she's finally fifteen.now,it's my turn to wait til I'm fifteen.hahaha.but I'll feel so oldddddddddddd&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;SUNDAY:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;was the most awesomest day in my entire life.for now.woke up at like 2.30pm,cos I slept at 4 am the night before.call me a pig for all you want.then,I was like so sad that I couldn't go for singfest,cos like my brother said that he could get a ticket for me,but in the end,he couldn't.then I received a call from him and he was like "do you want to go for singfest or not?" and I was like "huh?".and duh! I was so happy and excited((: so showered and got ready. my dad fetched me,cos he wanted to bring me to the tailor's to order our baju kurung for hari raya.wayyyyy tooo early.then then then, he sent me to fort canning park.I had butterflies in my stomach,cos I was so excited.when I arrived there, the was a long queue to the entrance.so yeah,followed the line.my brother came out to pass me the ticket,and he went back in.so I was waiting in line like an idiot all alone.and finally when I got in, west grand was performing at stage 1/2(???),the stage where all the local bands played laa. then I walked in deeper.whoah! the crowd was like....y'know...whoah! alot alot! so then walked and walked and found my brother.but I couldn't find Sacha,cos she was apparently in the middle of the crowd,right in front of the stage.very near brendon urie all.hurr hurr! okay then,when I went in,One Republic was performing.after them was Panic At The Disco.gahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!brandon.is.so.hot! after panic was jason mraz. but Sacha came out of the crowd and met me.then we went to the washroom.and yeah,don't need to know the details.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then,we walked back in.and jason mraz was performing.and then,I think it was the Levi's fashion show.we went to the middle with Shaunna and some of her friends.then yada yada yada. Rick Astley performed.he's like some '08s singer.and I tell you,he's very good-looking for his age.kay then,it was the pussycat dolls.Sooooooooooooo sexyyyyyyyyyyyy,and hot! i bet all the guys were drooling.they were so awesome.then they played like Black Eyed Peas songs.and the crowd was singing and sawying and dancing to their songs.then finally,after waiting for so longggggggggggg,Alicia Keys came out.it was so hot,the weather.cos everyone is like squashed together.k then unfortunately,I had to leave,cos my brother was waiting.we didn't went home straight,in the end.cos we had to wait for my brother's friend.so were there til about 12 plus,or 1 plus.then yada yada yada,waited, then we tooked a cab home. we reached home at like 2-2.30 am around there.gosh! I was so exhausted.I slept straight away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this morning,my mom woke me up at 5 am,and she forced me to go to school. well,hello! I slept at 3.and she kept insisting me on going to school.I was so tired,please!so then, to make her happy, I went to school hesitantly,and tired. took cab. so then the day went by.yada yada yada. that freakin' Alicia Lock (my form teacher;no relation to Alicia Keys) refuse to sign my early dismissal form. and she signed for jake. wtf! she can go to ________ ;you know where.&lt;br /&gt;so then,left school at 11.15. then waited for Ange at tp interchange, cos she took the early dismissal form too.k then we went to Bishan cos she wanted to eat macs.then we walked around and left at about 1.50.okay.I'll update pictures and such later on. I'm going out now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8100105137559376967-8430969934870623594?l=fireinalarm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fireinalarm.blogspot.com/feeds/8430969934870623594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8100105137559376967&amp;postID=8430969934870623594' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8100105137559376967/posts/default/8430969934870623594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8100105137559376967/posts/default/8430969934870623594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fireinalarm.blogspot.com/2008/08/whootsthe-weekends-been-fine.html' title=''/><author><name>ameera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04173644674394204895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8100105137559376967.post-8098230826395984460</id><published>2008-08-01T19:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-01T19:03:34.935-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;My mum's a BITCH, and my brother's no difference. Go to the fucking hell assholes!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8100105137559376967-8098230826395984460?l=fireinalarm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fireinalarm.blogspot.com/feeds/8098230826395984460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8100105137559376967&amp;postID=8098230826395984460' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8100105137559376967/posts/default/8098230826395984460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8100105137559376967/posts/default/8098230826395984460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fireinalarm.blogspot.com/2008/08/my-mums-bitch-and-my-brothers-no.html' title=''/><author><name>ameera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04173644674394204895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8100105137559376967.post-5887442167015886046</id><published>2008-07-31T06:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T06:34:11.644-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VHwr_IThd2A/SJHPzE--ccI/AAAAAAAAAEs/ETeIYRxhCUg/s1600-h/jazerelalalala.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229189118772015554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VHwr_IThd2A/SJHPzE--ccI/AAAAAAAAAEs/ETeIYRxhCUg/s320/jazerelalalala.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Do you see that gila girl in that stupid pose?Well,she's Jazreel. People call her Jazerella. But I call her Jazerella the mozarella cheena cheesy girl. cool aye? and well, we pon-ed school together today.It was illegal, but it was so much fun. First, we went to eat at macs at Potong Pasir.the place is nice and cosy and relaxing,until this group of indian(not being racist) boys from St.Andrews(secondary) came. they were talking so loudly as if it was their grandfather's house like that.and as if it was their first time talking. LOL! and then and then and then..Jazie and I were like talking talking,suddenly, like coke just splashed on us. like wtf! the fucking-asshole-no brain-childish-idiotic SA boys just splashed coke at us.they were like playing playing around,trying to pour the coke on each other.superrr childish.like to the maxxxxxxx!our whole table had coke.my food kena the blardy coke. our clothes kena the coke. the macdonald's window kena the coke.another group of girls from SAJC also kena the coke.and we were all like staring at them.me and Jazie kena the most because we were sitting like right beside them. stupid! and they were like "sorry for the inconvenience caused,". like wtf! is that all they could say? and they just left after that.without cleaning up the mess they created.like some small kid,don't know how to clean up after his own mess. urgh!the girls from SAJC were nice enough to give us a whole load of tissues.we were figgin' pissed laa. to the max max maxxxxxxx!and those boys were like walking around,and they pass macdonald's like about 3 times with a bloody sneer on their fucked up faces.I seriously felt like killing them.bloody idiots! disgusting ah their faces!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways,then Jazie and I took the train to Clarke Quay. we went to Central the shopping centre.&lt;br /&gt;we reached there at like 9am,and shops weren't open. so then we went to the basement and sat at this area.super comfy I tell you. can slack there. Jazie slept,and I read my book. then we left that place at about 9.45am.I wanted to go to Fort Canning Park. then we walked through clarke quay.where all the bars and restaurants were. and they were closed.the place looks nice,though.and there was this bar called"Clinic". Jazie was telling me about it. And I thought it was a real clinic for y'know,those drunk people who get hurt in like fights or something. HAHAHA! call me dumb.but how would I know about such bar names. I don't go clubbing eh. hahah,I thought it was a clinic until I saw the bar.but it really looked like one clinic.the person who owns the place is like super creative.must be a former doctor.hahaha.cos the place is filled with like wheelchairs for people to sit on. and people drink from the drip thing. I want to go there one day. Jazie!let's go together(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay then,we climbed the million flights of stairs up to Fort Canning.so tiring laaaa.we walked and walked and walked.until we were up at the Fort Canning Centre. there was a swing there,and Jazie and I was like slacking there.and the singfest stage has already been set-up.gahhh!okay then we left fort canning after awhile.and went to park mall.the place is super ulu,I tell you.so quiet.and don't tell me "cos it's morning".it's usually so unlively like that.then then then,we walked to the bus stop outside Plaza Singapura and took a bus and stopped outside Peninsula/Raffles City. we first headed to Funan cos I wanted to go to the toilet. then we walked to Raffles City. ate Jazie's melted cake.and we sat at the basement. the seats are like coolio yowszx! then we went to get cakes for Jazie's friend's birthday.She owes me! then we walked to Bras Basah Complex and went to popular and art friend for awhile.So after Jazie got the things that she wanted to get,we walked to the National Library,and sat outside at the foyer.so windy,so nice(: I hepled Jazie to do her friend's brithday card thing. I like the sequinz yow.so colourful,so nice. oh,and I saw Estelle.then we sat there,like until 2/3 plus.then Yuan May came.I like her top(: then I left them like after awhile to meet Nurriny and Jananee at Bugis Mrt station.took train to Pasir Ris.and we went to the library. borrowed a few books and left.gahhh! now I'm dead!cos I didn't do my art.and it's the first period somemore.I have 3 friggin' periods of art.I don't like I don't like I don't like! I hate I hate I hate!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jazerelalalalalaaaaaa, I had fun with you today! I heartz chewszx!manymany. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8100105137559376967-5887442167015886046?l=fireinalarm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fireinalarm.blogspot.com/feeds/5887442167015886046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8100105137559376967&amp;postID=5887442167015886046' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8100105137559376967/posts/default/5887442167015886046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8100105137559376967/posts/default/5887442167015886046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fireinalarm.blogspot.com/2008/07/do-you-see-that-gila-girl-in-that.html' title=''/><author><name>ameera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04173644674394204895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VHwr_IThd2A/SJHPzE--ccI/AAAAAAAAAEs/ETeIYRxhCUg/s72-c/jazerelalalala.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8100105137559376967.post-2674520891500012615</id><published>2008-07-30T03:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T06:34:11.819-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VHwr_IThd2A/SJBIfaeyORI/AAAAAAAAAEM/XiRmmkGwODU/s1600-h/yowszx.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228758871898732818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VHwr_IThd2A/SJBIfaeyORI/AAAAAAAAAEM/XiRmmkGwODU/s320/yowszx.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yowzxzx! school was as per normal today. Michaela came to school todayyyyyy! I miss her like shizzoszx! then Dianah, Michaela, Brenda, Jolene and I went to have lunch at Taka.Sacha and Audrey came along after that. then then then ,we walked around town,with nowhere in mind to go. so then we walked to Heeran's. and I saw Karmaine, my primary 2 classmate. well actually, she saw me laa. I couldn't recognise her. like seriously,she was like "Ameera, ameera," and I was like, who are you? hahahha. sorry!we went to Flash &amp;amp; Splash,and gahhhhhhhh! they have nice tops and dresses and bikinis and shoes and slippers and sandals and bags and sweaters and hoodies and pants and skirts andddd they have a picture of Ryan Sheckler outside of their outlet!he's so awesomely hot hot hot to the maxxxxxxxxxxx! took train home with Dianah after that. and I feel so tired. Mr. Lim is going to buy satay for me tomorrow(: and I don't want to play tag rugby for P.E tomorrow. my shoes are gonna get so dirrtyyyyy. like last week! hurrr -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and I watched the Dark Knight yesterday with my dear friends, Ange &amp;amp; Jazreel. it was awesome! I wanna watch Prom Night next(:&lt;br /&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/8100105137559376967-2674520891500012615?l=fireinalarm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fireinalarm.blogspot.com/feeds/2674520891500012615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8100105137559376967&amp;postID=2674520891500012615' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8100105137559376967/posts/default/2674520891500012615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8100105137559376967/posts/default/2674520891500012615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fireinalarm.blogspot.com/2008/07/yowzxzx-school-was-as-per-normal-today.html' title=''/><author><name>ameera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04173644674394204895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VHwr_IThd2A/SJBIfaeyORI/AAAAAAAAAEM/XiRmmkGwODU/s72-c/yowszx.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8100105137559376967.post-195118237458929177</id><published>2008-07-28T06:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-28T06:43:06.873-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Just came home. so today, took cab to school in the morning, cos I was lazyyyyy to take the fking train. then, had HHF for the first period. they made us all squat down and my legs were hurting. and they also made us dance on the field. and it was wet,and kinda muddy. urgh! so my shoes were dirtyyyyy. ewww! then had english, which was supposed to be history. my fave subject... Hitler! then after recess, had bio. Jennifer Chu came in cos Ms Lock was absent.gruhhhh! Mrs Chu is quite a good teacher. uh well, she IS the HOD of science. then t'was mother tongue.cikgu so totally ignored me laaaaaaaaaaaa. she was asking the class for the answer of the question, and I was like, "kursus,kursus", and she like so,what's the answer? then someone else shouted out "kursus", and she was like "correct" (in malay of course). and I was like, " cikgu! that's what I said just now. and you just ignored me laaaa," and cikgu just smiled.urgh! she also ignored Dianah. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;then was CME.same old same old. after that had art. first we went to the art room, then to the mac lab. then english. gruhhhh! we've got some project to do with the talks we've been getting during assembly. one of which is Action for AIDS. then then then, headed to town with Jazreel and Ange to watch the &lt;em&gt;Dark Knight. &lt;/em&gt;man, it was awesome! but it's like really shocking .the sound effect is quite loud too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8100105137559376967-195118237458929177?l=fireinalarm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fireinalarm.blogspot.com/feeds/195118237458929177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8100105137559376967&amp;postID=195118237458929177' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8100105137559376967/posts/default/195118237458929177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8100105137559376967/posts/default/195118237458929177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fireinalarm.blogspot.com/2008/07/just-came-home.html' title=''/><author><name>ameera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04173644674394204895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8100105137559376967.post-4788135311553535849</id><published>2008-07-25T19:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T06:34:13.079-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226780486023768370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VHwr_IThd2A/SIlBKMxj6TI/AAAAAAAAAD8/uX72f1urHb0/s320/i+love+sawaaaaaaaaaa.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226780485485860546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VHwr_IThd2A/SIlBKKxUFsI/AAAAAAAAAEE/CQl5LXlrvKM/s320/saaawwwwwwwwaaaaaaa.jpg" border="0" /&gt;I'm being lame by posting all these things here ^^^^. but I'm so happy to know my dear friend is still here/there for me(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Dear God&lt;br /&gt;I hate to be a bother&lt;br /&gt;But I got to say&lt;br /&gt;This world is getting crazier with every day&lt;br /&gt;I hope You’ll hear me out now as I stop and pray&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear God&lt;br /&gt;People take Your words and try to twist them 'round&lt;br /&gt;I know You can’t be happy with what’s going down&lt;br /&gt;I’m searching for some answers&lt;br /&gt;But they can’t be found&lt;br /&gt;Can You help me out?&lt;br /&gt;Dear God&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear God&lt;br /&gt;Just the other night I heard somebody say&lt;br /&gt;"What’s the use believing in you anyway?"&lt;br /&gt;I guess it was just heartache talking through the pain&lt;br /&gt;It’s a crying shame&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear God&lt;br /&gt;I know You’re disappointed in the things we’ve done&lt;br /&gt;Can’t they see the truth that they’re all running from?&lt;br /&gt;Try to preach your message with a loaded gun&lt;br /&gt;What they thinking of?&lt;br /&gt;Dear God&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everybody’s searching for an easy solution&lt;br /&gt;They can’t see beyond, the selfish world they’re living in&lt;br /&gt;Your words of love get lost in all the confusion&lt;br /&gt;Yes,they do&lt;br /&gt;But I still believe&lt;br /&gt;Someday You’re going to speak to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear God&lt;br /&gt;I know You’ve got a million other calls to take&lt;br /&gt;You’re dealing with a lot of things that just won’t wait&lt;br /&gt;But there is one request that I just got to make&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear God&lt;br /&gt;Won’t You send a sign down, just to ease my doubt&lt;br /&gt;I'm trying to hear you but the silence is so loud&lt;br /&gt;I think I see a rainbow from behind the clouds&lt;br /&gt;And I hear you now,&lt;br /&gt;Dear God.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8100105137559376967-4788135311553535849?l=fireinalarm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fireinalarm.blogspot.com/feeds/4788135311553535849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8100105137559376967&amp;postID=4788135311553535849' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8100105137559376967/posts/default/4788135311553535849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8100105137559376967/posts/default/4788135311553535849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fireinalarm.blogspot.com/2008/07/im-being-lame-by-posting-all-these.html' title=''/><author><name>ameera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04173644674394204895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VHwr_IThd2A/SIlBKMxj6TI/AAAAAAAAAD8/uX72f1urHb0/s72-c/i+love+sawaaaaaaaaaa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8100105137559376967.post-2168824116555660310</id><published>2008-07-25T09:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-25T09:32:23.836-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello! I just came home,and it's like what?....12.15 am now. anyways, met Dianah at her house at 4.45. then we walked to the mrt station, to take the train of course. I tell you, Dianah is hil-laaaaaa-rioussss! She was talking her her british/american accent and she was kinda irritating me. LOL! so anyways. then when we reached to toa payoh, went to buy my meatball marinara from Subway - eat fresh! then we when  to the bus stop to wait for Reginaaaaaaaaaa. bus-ed to SJI. whoah, we were like super early. okay, early,but not that superly early laaaa. So I ate my subway sandwich, but after 15mins since I start eating, I was just half-way through my sandwich. HAHA! that's how slow I eat(: then then then, we went in to the auditorium. Dianah and I were inside already. But Nadia got stuck outside. cos apparently,she left her ticket at home.hahahahaha! then yada yada yada, btw, the host is super funnyyyyyyyy. and and and, there were alot alot of baldies. no offence people. they shaved their head for the "hair for hope" thing. hahahahahahaha,Syazwan looks damn weirddddddddddddd. then their teachers are damn sporting I tell you. They were singing and all. and one of the teachers was pregnant. but she still sang. Then there was and all-teacher band playing. Hardcore!hahaha. okay laaa. they damn rocking ,I tell youuuuu.and throughout the whole concert, Nadia and I were like looking out for this guy named ______. hahahahah. you'll never find out. oh,and there was this band playing, their bass player is hot! even Sacha thinks so ((: gahhhhhhhhhhhh! hahahhah. went home after that. and I just ate my half meatball marinara subway sandwich. it's cold ,but it's shiok. the cheeseeeeeeeeee is uhhhhhh, shiiiiookkkkkkkk!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yeah. goodnight and goodbye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8100105137559376967-2168824116555660310?l=fireinalarm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fireinalarm.blogspot.com/feeds/2168824116555660310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8100105137559376967&amp;postID=2168824116555660310' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8100105137559376967/posts/default/2168824116555660310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8100105137559376967/posts/default/2168824116555660310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fireinalarm.blogspot.com/2008/07/hello-i-just-came-homeand-its-like-what.html' title=''/><author><name>ameera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04173644674394204895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8100105137559376967.post-1172188824373884210</id><published>2008-07-24T07:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-24T19:43:20.353-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hi! this is my second post today. I'm so bored right now. I'm finally having a long convo with Sacha today,right now, and I'm talking to Lourdy &amp;amp; Jananee on the phone. And finally someone says that I'm funny instead of lame. well lame, is coolio yowsxz! and guess who that person is? it's none other than SAWA!&lt;br /&gt;sacha.anette.woodford.armstrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;She's perfectly imperfect says:&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHHAHAHAHHAHAHHAAH!&lt;br /&gt;She's perfectly imperfect says:&lt;br /&gt;omgggggggg, you're so funnnny today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Ameera. says:&lt;br /&gt;hahahahahah&lt;br /&gt;Ameera. says:&lt;br /&gt;i also don't know why.&lt;br /&gt;Ameera. says:&lt;br /&gt;but serious ah?funny and not lame?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;She's perfectly imperfect says:&lt;br /&gt;ahahahhaha i laughed okay&lt;br /&gt;She's perfectly imperfect says:&lt;br /&gt;So, funny.&lt;br /&gt;She's perfectly imperfect says:&lt;br /&gt;hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Ameera. says:&lt;br /&gt;haha okay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Ameera. says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;finally!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then there's this other parts of our convo. I got these from Sacha's blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;She's perfectly imperfect says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I love Kevin's eyes!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;She's perfectly imperfect says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;gahhhhhh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Ameera. says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;*smiles*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Ameera. says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;hahahahahahahah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;She's perfectly imperfect says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Hahaahaa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;(Then I send her one of Kevin's pictures, which happens to be a super sexy picture of him mind you. HAHA :D)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Ameera. says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;*squeals to the highest limit until i can't squeal*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Ameera. says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;you just had to show me laaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Ameera. says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;just when im falling in love with joe again!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;She's perfectly imperfect says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;HAHHAHAHAHA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;She's perfectly imperfect says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Sorrrrrrry la&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;She's perfectly imperfect says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I think if i show you nick, you'll probably die.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Ameera. says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;oh,you have one?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Ameera. says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;c'mon!share the L.O.V.E!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;She's perfectly imperfect says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I have like thrillions please.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;She's perfectly imperfect says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Hahaha don't estimate my love for him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;She's perfectly imperfect says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;HAHAHAHHAHA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Ameera. says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;HAHAHHAHAHAHAH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;She's perfectly imperfect says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;omg, i such a stalker.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;She's perfectly imperfect says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;HAHAHAHHA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Ameera. says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;cheyyyyyyyyyyy!"don't estimate my love for him" somemore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Ameera. says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;hahahahah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then then then, there's this;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Ameera. says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;d'you have on joe?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;She's perfectly imperfect says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Wait wait, still looking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;She's perfectly imperfect says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Haahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;She's perfectly imperfect says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Coming to joe soon. still on nick&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Ameera. says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;hahahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Ameera. says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;c'mon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Ameera. says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;just take a train there laaa.it's not that expensive you know!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;She's perfectly imperfect says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;HAHHAHAHAHA SHUT UP LA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Ameera. says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Ameera. says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;bullet train!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;She's perfectly imperfect says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;-.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;She's perfectly imperfect says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Damn lame la you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Ameera. says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;thanks alot alot eh!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;She's perfectly imperfect says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;GAHHH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;She's perfectly imperfect says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;There are so many nick&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;She's perfectly imperfect says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;HAHAH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;She's perfectly imperfect says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;And im like saving all la.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;She's perfectly imperfect says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Not good okay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;She's perfectly imperfect says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;HAHA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;She's perfectly imperfect says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;my computer space is going to die.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Ameera. says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;She's perfectly imperfect says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;ooh, i see joe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;She's perfectly imperfect says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;one pic away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;She's perfectly imperfect says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;HAHA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Ameera. says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;yay!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;She's perfectly imperfect says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;oh, when it comes to joe, my computer lags&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;She's perfectly imperfect says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;HAAHHA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Ameera. says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;finally.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Ameera. says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;i think im in france now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;She's perfectly imperfect says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;HAHHAHAHA SHUT UP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Ameera. says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;fine!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Ameera. says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;alamak!i reach germany already laaa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Ameera. says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;i visiting hitler now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been quite sometime since I had this kind of convo with armstrongggg. and I just don't know why. I just had the mood to be funny, I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I love you armstronger! to the max max maxxxxxxxxx.&lt;/span&gt; I know you love me too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Hello Beautiful,&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;It's 7:05, here in Australia, so please Hold On while I explain to you what happens When You Look Me In The Eyes. In Year 3000, you would be What I Go To School For and I'd always say Nick J Is Off The Chain because That's Just The Way We Roll. Now I'd Appreciate it if you Don't Tell Anyone, but I've got this Crazy Kind Of Crush On You, You Just Don't Know It. I wish I could trade places with Mandy just for 6 Minutes because I know we would be Inseparable, and then I could just Move On like the Games they play in Hollywood. But deep down I'm Still In Love With You. I don't wanna be Just Friends. I know I may be the Underdog in this situation, but I Am What I am! I've been sending out S.O.S's hoping you'd help out some Poor Unfortunate Souls because I Wanna Be Like You. Now I know we're talking about the Kids Of The Future and it seems like it just may be Eternity before "Oh Joseph, Please Be Mine", but we can always take One Day At A Time. You make me feel like I can't Take A Breath. I wish I could be your "Girl of My Dreams", I truly do. Now it is Time For Me To Fly, &lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;so Goodnight and Goodbye!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;this thing up here ^^^^ is so coolio yowzxzx!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh,and I'm going for Kindred Spirit at SJI tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8100105137559376967-1172188824373884210?l=fireinalarm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fireinalarm.blogspot.com/feeds/1172188824373884210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8100105137559376967&amp;postID=1172188824373884210' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8100105137559376967/posts/default/1172188824373884210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8100105137559376967/posts/default/1172188824373884210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fireinalarm.blogspot.com/2008/07/hi-this-is-my-second-post-today.html' title=''/><author><name>ameera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04173644674394204895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8100105137559376967.post-5670574147930555688</id><published>2008-07-24T02:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T06:34:13.904-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Just came back from school.had bio test today. It was okay,I guess. So,after bio, went down to the canteen to have lunch. ate chicken porridge. and I also ate some of Lourdy's mee siam (without the curry). I felt like a pig laaaaaaa. After that, Lourdy, Jananee, Nurriny and I went to macs at entertainment centre and sat there while eating ice cream. see, told you imma pigggggggggg. So there was this group of guys,like a rugby team or something and I assuming they're from Iran ,cos their shirt says so. and they don't look local. Lourdy was mocking them non-stop.cos they were so hairy. like super duper. no offence, and not being racist here. and we couldn't stop laughing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After that, trained home with Nurriny and Jananee. uh, Nurriny thinks this guy who has braces is hot. He's okay laaaaa. quite good looking. Then we were sitting down at the seats at Pasir Ris station. people were all walking by. then then then. There was this cute madrasah boyyyyyyyyyy. gahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! LMAO!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;oh, and Jake, if you are reading this, PLEASE STOP BLOGGING ABOUT ME. I'M HONOURED,BUT PLEASE EH, I'M NOT HITLER'S WIFE.hahahah. he's sucha evil man. I will never in my life marry someone as evil as him. NEVER!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;anyways, those Jonases are on the cover of rolling stones magazine. Rolling Stones! y'know how big that is? and I can't wait 'til I get my hands on their 3rd album.Just 3 to 4 weeks from now((:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226526414857612818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VHwr_IThd2A/SIhaFT7IrhI/AAAAAAAAADk/z0HU2_RmNRE/s320/hot+honeyyyyyyyyy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226526417929867890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VHwr_IThd2A/SIhaFfXnknI/AAAAAAAAADs/G66CkUzozHQ/s320/hot+hot+heat+babehhhh.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226526421053398658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VHwr_IThd2A/SIhaFrAU3oI/AAAAAAAAAD0/BsDShsVoCow/s320/a+little+bit+longer.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8100105137559376967-5670574147930555688?l=fireinalarm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fireinalarm.blogspot.com/feeds/5670574147930555688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8100105137559376967&amp;postID=5670574147930555688' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8100105137559376967/posts/default/5670574147930555688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8100105137559376967/posts/default/5670574147930555688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fireinalarm.blogspot.com/2008/07/just-came-back-from-school.html' title=''/><author><name>ameera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04173644674394204895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VHwr_IThd2A/SIhaFT7IrhI/AAAAAAAAADk/z0HU2_RmNRE/s72-c/hot+honeyyyyyyyyy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8100105137559376967.post-4527462724698158642</id><published>2008-07-23T05:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-23T06:44:45.154-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hi. So I didn't go to school today. reason being I had headache in the morning. you may say,it's just minor pain. But you don't know that I have to travel 1 hour in the train every morning. I live in one end of singapore. and my school's in the middle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel so sucky this days. I think I've changed. for the worse.I feel so drifted away from my friends. no longer close to them. like I'm in another world. Like I can no longer call them my bestfriend(s). It's been five weeks into school, and everything's changed. the friendship that we had for 3 years, though it's such a short time, so many incredible things have happened.all changed. in just 5 weeks. and like I've mentioned in my previous post, It's &lt;u&gt;NOT&lt;/u&gt; them, it's me.I feel so emo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8100105137559376967-4527462724698158642?l=fireinalarm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fireinalarm.blogspot.com/feeds/4527462724698158642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8100105137559376967&amp;postID=4527462724698158642' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8100105137559376967/posts/default/4527462724698158642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8100105137559376967/posts/default/4527462724698158642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fireinalarm.blogspot.com/2008/07/hi.html' title=''/><author><name>ameera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04173644674394204895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
