<?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-8029054</id><updated>2011-04-22T11:23:11.978+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Twisted Whiskers</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://underneath-my-skin.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8029054/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://underneath-my-skin.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8029054/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>nuraini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08272187049820802437</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>120</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8029054.post-115210474519367100</id><published>2006-07-05T21:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-05T21:06:18.973+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I have moved</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff99cc;"&gt;Mood: ok&lt;br /&gt;Song stuck in head today: Afterglow by INXS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This little blog of mine here has become incredibly stagnant. I have moved to Livejournal.com and my lj can be found &lt;a href="http://x-cadillacblues.livejournal.com/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks loads!(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8029054-115210474519367100?l=underneath-my-skin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://underneath-my-skin.blogspot.com/feeds/115210474519367100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8029054&amp;postID=115210474519367100' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8029054/posts/default/115210474519367100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8029054/posts/default/115210474519367100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://underneath-my-skin.blogspot.com/2006/07/i-have-moved.html' title='I have moved'/><author><name>nuraini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08272187049820802437</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-8029054.post-114718100747562625</id><published>2006-05-09T20:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-09T21:23:27.700+08:00</updated><title type='text'>[drama exco results + math test = bad day]</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:ff99cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mood:&lt;/strong&gt; bleurgh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Song stuck in head today:&lt;/strong&gt; Sunday Morning by Maroon 5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I didn't get into the committee. I expected no different given my interview skills. Or lack thereof more like it. I suffer from this I-need-to-express-myself-but-can't-so-what-I-say-comes-out-totally-wrong disease. That's why I was extremely upset when I got the message there was an interview. And the fact that mine was delayed due to KidsREAD didn't help much. After all, every interview I've undergone have severely flopped. Severely being the key word. Take the Pre-U Seminar interview, for example. It was a complete nightmare that I do not want to relieve. My nerves were bundled up so much that I went into a momentarily lapse of forgetting the interviewer's marital status and also going along making up my own vocabulary. Throw in a couple of nervous girlish giggles too and you'll have a shoo-in to the interview's worst moment. Bimbotic, much?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secondly, the interview for the 31st Student's Council elections. Whatever I wanted to say came out completely different and foreign I wouldn't be surprised if there was another me sitting on that chair. Me who didn't want to ace the interview and get through to the campaigning round. Contradictions, stutters, "umm...s", "errr....s" and rating-my-desire-to-join-Council-a-7 aside, I think I would have done pretty OK. But the day the list came out, three people from 1AH got through. &lt;strong&gt;And I wasn't one of them&lt;/strong&gt;. But I thought, &lt;em&gt;"It's ok. I guess I'll run for the drama committee."&lt;/em&gt; I filled the form and wrote the essay. I even spent ages writing and re-writing it compared to people who scribbled some legible responses &lt;strong&gt;1 1/2 hours before the deadline&lt;/strong&gt;. I didn't even freak out and protest at the mention of an interview.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the list came out again today (boy, my life has become so centred around whether my name is on a piece of paper!) and guess what? Nope. Zilch. Zero. It wasn't on it. My first thought was &lt;em&gt;"Oh god.. I can't let Krishmen see me cry."&lt;/em&gt; And he said that those names were exactly what he expected. The only response I could muster was a &lt;strong&gt;"huh"&lt;/strong&gt;. I didn't want to say anything for fear my voice would betray me and I would crack and start to break down in front of him. So I just calmly signed up on the SYF supporters sheet while inside, my heart was thundering so hard it hurt. Even when I congratulated people who made it and told people the results were out, it was a mammoth task not to show my disappointment and shed any tears. The whole morning I was looking forward to Erwin's call because I felt he was what I needed. But numerous voicemail messages later, I gave up. If he said he was going to call, he would. If not, well like he said, he would do so the next time the ship docks in Singapore. During the day I tried not to think about it. I even considered not sitting with drama people just to get away from the highly talked-about topic that day. But unfortunately, Cremo duty officially started for Drama this week and us highly clingy people just can't help but rally around it like it's our salvation. I put my focus on Math. Yes, sadly, Math. I guess I'd really lost it, huh? I really didn't want to fail another Math test though. I just can't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.30pm: I was having a really &lt;strong&gt;rough time&lt;/strong&gt;. The Exco results + horrible Math test which I definitely failed + realising that GP is way too much to handle + me barely passing my GP essay + hearing Erwin's voice on the phone = bring on the waterworks. I couldn't help it. I was a wreck! I felt like I've been slapped with failure after failure and I can't do anything about it. It's so demoralising. And amid all that sobbing and sniffling, I bet Erwin didn't understand a single word I said. But what he said afterward just seemed to fit. It's like he always knows what to say and says the right things. Things that make me think back on my reactions and go &lt;em&gt;"Oh god... what did I do??"&lt;/em&gt; Things that don't seem to make sense at first but when it starts to sink in, nothing else makes more sense. So I guess I should have talked to him first before indulging myself in a large scoop of Rum &amp;amp; Raisin ice cream to cure my so-called depression.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, my monologue work beckons me. I have to envision how I want my Rachel character to come to life from a mere page-and-a-half of text through lighting, costumes, movements, etc. I realise that it's a lot of work. Oh well.. start cracking!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8029054-114718100747562625?l=underneath-my-skin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://underneath-my-skin.blogspot.com/feeds/114718100747562625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8029054&amp;postID=114718100747562625' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8029054/posts/default/114718100747562625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8029054/posts/default/114718100747562625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://underneath-my-skin.blogspot.com/2006/05/drama-exco-results-math-test-bad-day.html' title='[drama exco results + math test = bad day]'/><author><name>nuraini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08272187049820802437</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-8029054.post-114649918312262555</id><published>2006-05-01T23:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-01T23:59:45.050+08:00</updated><title type='text'>[short but sweet[</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:ff99cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mood:&lt;/strong&gt; so-not-looking-forward-to-school-after-the-'long'-weekend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Song stuck in head today:&lt;/strong&gt; Stickwitu by Pussycat Dolls&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh... it was short, I know, but I treasured every word. I hope there will be another time. Darnnit now I wished I didn't say anything because it's starting to hurt all over again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8029054-114649918312262555?l=underneath-my-skin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://underneath-my-skin.blogspot.com/feeds/114649918312262555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8029054&amp;postID=114649918312262555' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8029054/posts/default/114649918312262555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8029054/posts/default/114649918312262555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://underneath-my-skin.blogspot.com/2006/05/short-but-sweet.html' title='[short but sweet['/><author><name>nuraini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08272187049820802437</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-8029054.post-114572868825342141</id><published>2006-04-23T01:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-23T01:58:08.323+08:00</updated><title type='text'>[DODO.Two Gentlemen of Verona]</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:ff99cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mood:&lt;/strong&gt; ...bleurgh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Song stuck in head today:&lt;/strong&gt; none&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to go to school today for the filming of &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;DODO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Which means whatever hopes I had of sleeping in til noon were probably dashed with Joshua's message the night before saying he needed me form one to four in the afternoon. No that I minded. Filming was kind of fun. In a dragged-out, kinda-stressful, multiple-retakes kind of way. But it was an interesting experience. And I learned that directors don't shoot the scenes in order. They jump around a lot. &lt;strong&gt;A whole lot&lt;/strong&gt;. The first scene that was shot with the extras (which includes me by the way. I really wanted to play Dream but Maggie got the role instead of me. It's ok. She was a completely gorgeous Dream.) was one that included us leaving the lecture hall after the lecture. We were supposed to act like we normally do while leaving after a lecture. since we had to do three or four takes, Elia and I came up with a different conversation topic each time we went up or down, ranging from Britney to Indochine on 20th May to Nadia to SYF. Haha and I kept stepping on Disha's foot. And it's &lt;strong&gt;so hard&lt;/strong&gt; not to keep looking at the camera! I kept shifting my eyes towards it sub-consciously. Maybe it's the mere fact that I know it's there aimed at us and that Joshua told us not to look at it. Even while doing the next scene with the extras. This was the one that had all of us in the lecture hall listening to the lecturer (played by Shu) and acting bored/taking notes/stoning while Dawn said her line: &lt;em&gt;I'm not here to study. I'm here to find myself and figure out my dreams.&lt;/em&gt; And we're supposed to react in an ohmygosh-is-she-totally-serious-what-is-she-saying? kind of way (Ben was even supposed to drop his pen he was spinning). But it was definitely really hard not to look at the camera with this scene. Shu was standing in front of it and when I looked at her I couldn't help but flick my eyes towards it. I guess it wasn't an intense/obvious look at the camera because Joshua didn't say "Cut!" but still you know...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoo, we headed to the track next for the final scene with the extras. We were supposed to run/slow jog halfway across the track. Of course I almost protested to this because no way was I going to really run, but Joshua needed us to even though Elia kept begging not to run. I just thought we should just do a really good job on one take so we don't have to do it again. As we returned to the starting position after one round, Joshua told us in the grave tone that we had to retake the shot due to a camera problem. I was like &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"What?!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; There was no way I was going to do it again. But we had no choice so we started to get into position. Then Joshua &lt;strong&gt;burst out laughing and said he was joking&lt;/strong&gt;. Arghhh... Man.. Haha.. Thank god. I would so not run another round. Finally we were done! Went over the time by about an hour though. So that means we were kind of late in meeting the DEPers at Paya Lebar for dinner before the play. we decided to take a cab because we didn't want to keep people waiting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I missed Parkway Parade so much! I missed Auntie Anne's, Banquet, Fish and Co., the fountain outside next to the ATMs. I even missed the little children's corner outside Isetan. We went up to Banquet and, luckily, managed to find a table that would fit all of us. As usual, we drama people took ages to get food and finish it. We finished dinner aorund 7.15pm and didn't leave Parkway til like around 7.30pm. Chin Hua was so worried we were going to be late. He was stressing about his messed-up hair due to the light drizzle we encountered on the way to the bus-stop. But we did managed to reach La-Salle on time, fairly dry and all of us still together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The musical theatre students totally &lt;strong&gt;blew me away &lt;/strong&gt;with their performance of &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;The Two Gentlemen Of Verona&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. It was so magical and electrifiying, you just had to sit there and watch them, enraptured by their every move, their every line, their every note! It was mind-blowing! Simply awesome. Especially the actor who played Proteus. Tim something (darnnit I'll go check the program again). &lt;strong&gt;I love his Aussie accent!!!!&lt;/strong&gt; And his voice? Marvellous. It was so out-of-this world!!! It was so polished and perfected the way they pulled off the whole thing, you would have thought they were an imported professional theatre company. Everyone certainly enjoyed the performance; we were laughing so hard til the whole row shook and after the play we were animatedly discussing it all the way to the bus-stop! The scenes which made us laugh, which made me cry (yes I did cry when Julia and Proteus laments about how your heart breaks when you're in love even if it was only for a moment or two), which made us squeal and sigh... It was a tremendous experience - one that I am certainly grateful for and would cherish for eternity.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8029054-114572868825342141?l=underneath-my-skin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://underneath-my-skin.blogspot.com/feeds/114572868825342141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8029054&amp;postID=114572868825342141' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8029054/posts/default/114572868825342141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8029054/posts/default/114572868825342141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://underneath-my-skin.blogspot.com/2006/04/dodotwo-gentlemen-of-verona.html' title='[DODO.Two Gentlemen of Verona]'/><author><name>nuraini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08272187049820802437</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-8029054.post-114458589657109018</id><published>2006-04-09T19:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-09T20:31:36.663+08:00</updated><title type='text'>[the tempest]</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:ff99cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mood:&lt;/strong&gt; sad and tired&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Song stuck in head today: &lt;/strong&gt;Green Waves from The Tempest&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So 'The Tempest' has finally ended last night. Myriads of emotions. Good ones, bad ones. I was a nervous wreck before the opening. Probably because it was packed and I could hear people streaming in chattering and talking and making loads of noise. And maybe because ..... was there. I was downing my apple juice with aloe vera like mad. Which was probably a silly thing because instead of a calming effect kicking in, I had to make several trips to the bathroom in the span of 2 hours. And it's not easy going to the bathroom I tell you. First I have to remove my &lt;strong&gt;white&lt;/strong&gt; costume with extreme care (it's white, therefore it's easy for makeup stains to be seen), then i have to take the leotard off. It's so troublesome this leotard business. As soon as Dinesh said his opening line, I could hear the audience over the monitors going &lt;em&gt;oooooh..&lt;/em&gt; I almost wished I was in the opening dance. But then again I probably wouldn't have the nerve to be in the beginning of the play. It took me ages to calm myself down and for others to calm me down. I was still rather emotional from the warm-ups and characterisation earlier. The passing of energy from one cast member to another was overwhelming. The thing is I could really feel it going back and forth -  something that has never occured to me during my previous drama experiences. And going down the line while each person sends his/her well wishes to each other? Well let's just say I was bawling by the time I reached the end of the line and was too choked up with tears I couldn't say anything. I ended up just giving everyone hugs. Hell, I was even tearing up during Raj's warm-ups. Simply because it was going to be the last one with the JC 2s. I'm going to miss them insanely. Not that I won't see them again, but I won't perform with them again the rest of the year. &lt;em&gt;Sigh....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Anyhoo.. the play went fabulously well (I still don't understand why the audience was laughing during our going-to-sleep scene) and I managed not to whack Shagun or Disha or Huey Hien during the final dance. Yay me! We were all dead tired after but quite a number of us went to Suraj's house for the PPP. The food was delicious! We all ended up sleeping over, sprawled on the floor amidst the strewn bags and bouquets of flowers. But I didn't manage to sleep in thanks loads to Yi Jun and LC barging into the room yelling &lt;strong&gt;"FIRE! FIRE!" &lt;/strong&gt;like the house was really burning down. How they managed to have that much energy at freaking 8am in the morning is beyond me. I was too tired to even drag myself over to the bathroom to wash my face. Couldn't have breakfast because someone had already eaten my egg mcmuffin which I ordered. No worries.. I had chocolate bread. Chocolate in the morning. Stomach shock anyone? After an incredibly long nagging from Dad reminding me I was 4 hours late, I finally reached home at 10am. Thank goodness parents weren't home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to school again tomorrow after 4 days of being blueslipped. I must say it feels a little bit weird. I won't be surprised if not all the drama people come tomorrow. And I have PE too. How fun.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8029054-114458589657109018?l=underneath-my-skin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://underneath-my-skin.blogspot.com/feeds/114458589657109018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8029054&amp;postID=114458589657109018' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8029054/posts/default/114458589657109018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8029054/posts/default/114458589657109018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://underneath-my-skin.blogspot.com/2006/04/tempest.html' title='[the tempest]'/><author><name>nuraini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08272187049820802437</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-8029054.post-114438752189675052</id><published>2006-04-07T13:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-07T13:25:21.906+08:00</updated><title type='text'>[tempest.opening night]</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:ff99cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mood:&lt;/strong&gt; drowsy (stupid flu medicine!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Song stuck in head today:&lt;/strong&gt; Opening number from The Tempest&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night was opening night for &lt;strong&gt;'The Tempest'&lt;/strong&gt;. I thought it went well for an opening night and the audience response was awesome. I could feel the energy going back and forth. Darius was remarkable. It was all I could bear not to collapse with laughter backstage as his lines streamed on the monitors. Haha Darius rocks my socks. Especially at his "ague" lines. So funny. Sigh there's so much to write, so little time. I hav rehearsals in a bit and have to rush pff now. Really looking forward to tonight though. Its a completely filled bottom and top deck. Can't wait!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8029054-114438752189675052?l=underneath-my-skin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://underneath-my-skin.blogspot.com/feeds/114438752189675052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8029054&amp;postID=114438752189675052' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8029054/posts/default/114438752189675052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8029054/posts/default/114438752189675052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://underneath-my-skin.blogspot.com/2006/04/tempestopening-night.html' title='[tempest.opening night]'/><author><name>nuraini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08272187049820802437</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-8029054.post-114043253085943676</id><published>2006-02-20T18:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-20T18:48:52.443+08:00</updated><title type='text'>[fun-o-rama.jabs=pain]</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:ff99cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mood:&lt;/strong&gt; in pain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Song stuck in head today:&lt;/strong&gt; Take Me Out by Franz Ferdinand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 18th ACJC Fun-O-Rama on the 18th of February 2006. I actually woke up early on Saturday, thinking I would be a great deal of help to my class in the final and extremely last minute preparations for our stall. It turns out that no one is coming before 7.30am. At least no one that I rudely awokened at the break of dawn. So... I took an extra-long shower, inclusive of shampoo, conditioner AND mask. Heh. And I took more time than usual to put on my uniform. In the end, instead of catching the 6.40am train like I usually do, I ended up taking the 7-something train and I arrived in school at approximately 8am. And everyone was already there doing something associated with stall decorations. &lt;strong&gt;Whoops.&lt;/strong&gt; So I was stuck with the job of collecting the coupon tins from the General Office during which I managed to get my image permanently imprinted in the archive video for the 18th Fun-O-Rama. Great. My totally bleary, in-need-of-concealer, red-rimmed eyes were publicly shown to the whole school this morning. I knew I should have waved. I should have put on a cheery and perky facade to mask the otherwise tired and sleep-deprived face I plastered on while waiting in line. Oh well... It was all for the fun of &lt;strong&gt;Fun-O-Rama.&lt;/strong&gt; And it truly was fun. I had &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;a blast!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All that walking around looking for good food&lt;br /&gt;the tearing off of coupons&lt;br /&gt;the slotting of coupons into tins&lt;br /&gt;the dart-throwing&lt;br /&gt;the badly-disfigured picture of Mao courtesy of the three Barker boys who didn't have anything better to do with their coupons&lt;br /&gt;the dunking (and the cheering after Miss/Mr/Mrs _______ got dunked)&lt;br /&gt;the splashing&lt;br /&gt;the stickers&lt;br /&gt;the walking sandwich boards&lt;br /&gt;the ice drinks&lt;br /&gt;the hot dogs&lt;br /&gt;the face-painting&lt;br /&gt;the gossiping and catching up with friends&lt;br /&gt;the elation after you've won a prize&lt;br /&gt;the greatly overprized wares (seriously, an Oreo tin selling for $12??!)&lt;br /&gt;the long queues for the haunted houses&lt;br /&gt;the screams emitting from the haunted houses&lt;br /&gt;the throngs of girls giggling and squealing after they've emerged from the dark unknown of the various haunted houses into the bright daylight reality of the funfair&lt;br /&gt;the endless trips to the coupon booths to get more coupons after what seemed like your hundredth one have run out&lt;br /&gt;the desperate dash to shelter once the thunderstorm started&lt;br /&gt;the mushy boyband songs we sang while waiting for the rain to stop&lt;br /&gt;the taking down of banners and decorations&lt;br /&gt;the clean up&lt;br /&gt;the loooooong ride home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that's not it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today we counted our coupon collections and it turns out our Happy Three Friends stall earned $700+!! Congrats 1AD1!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah. Anyhoo.. I'm in pain now from all the typing. We took our vaccination injections for South Africa today. Yeah, my left arm is numb. The whole vaccination before travelling thing is pretty new to me considering I lived in South Africa for like 2 whole years and never fell ill or went to the doctor even once. But prevention's better than cure right? Well except for the case of this sleepiness disease you catch from this flying insect. It's curable, but there's no current available vaccine. Heh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8029054-114043253085943676?l=underneath-my-skin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://underneath-my-skin.blogspot.com/feeds/114043253085943676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8029054&amp;postID=114043253085943676' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8029054/posts/default/114043253085943676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8029054/posts/default/114043253085943676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://underneath-my-skin.blogspot.com/2006/02/fun-o-ramajabspain.html' title='[fun-o-rama.jabs=pain]'/><author><name>nuraini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08272187049820802437</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-8029054.post-113940141768767074</id><published>2006-02-08T19:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-08T20:23:37.766+08:00</updated><title type='text'>[debate.the guys.OG outing]</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:ff99cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mood:&lt;/strong&gt; exhausted and hungry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Song stuck in head today:&lt;/strong&gt; L.O.V.E. by Ashlee Simpson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I know I haven't updated in eons, but it's honestly &lt;strong&gt;not &lt;/strong&gt;my fault. I swear. My computer's down and I finish real late that I get home at such an insane hour. My sister actually calls to ask for my location. She &lt;strong&gt;never&lt;/strong&gt; does that. Ever. But I really love ACJC. I really do. In fact the only reason I'm still thinking of VJC is because of the distance. It would be absolutely perfect if AC and VJ switched places. Well.. actually maybe not because then it would be the same environment as TKGS right? Because then all the same people would go to AC and then it wouldn't be a change in atmosphere at all, and then it would be just be back to square one. Ok anyhoo.. update:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Saturday&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;My day started off really early. I wanted to watch the inter-schools debate at SRJC. Haha well actually I wanted to watch Joshua Hiew debate because I heard he was really good. And he really was. Well according to him it wasn't his best. Well. If &lt;em&gt;that&lt;/em&gt; wasnt't his best, then his best would be like totally mind-blowing. And no, I'm not exaggerating. Anyway, I left SRJC to head to Shona's house for a class gathering. Or what I thought would be a class gathering. It was more like a 1/4-class gathering. But nevertheless, I had a great time catching up with friends, doing each others' nails with Backstreet Boys pounding out of the radio. Shona = certified Backstreet Boys hardcore fan. Haha but yeah.. Backstreet Boys aren't too bad I must say. Ok, ok I admit. Yes I like their music. And yes I did want to go to their concert. That is if the lack of funds wasn't standing in my way. It was a bit much. But then again.. it is BSB so.. *shrugs*&lt;br /&gt;Rushed home so I could make it in time to change to go to &lt;strong&gt;ACSian Theatre's 'The Guys'.&lt;/strong&gt; It's their SYF piece and they were showing it to kind of get feedback and comments on it. Overall: AWESOME!! I was completely moved by each of their feelings, their emotions, their words. How they protrayed the firemen who died in the 9/11 tragedy was amazing. And theatre people are just awesome ok. I love them to bits. They're the reason I want to stay to AC. Even my sister says they're great people and it's kind of hard for her to make positive comments on people based on first impressions. So basically, they rock. After the performance was over, we went to &lt;strong&gt;CHIJMES&lt;/strong&gt; for dinner (we being Shagun, Ben, Laura, Yash, Natalie, Amisha, Lydia, Caroline, Elia, Shawn, Sonia, Noel and Nurul). A big group = big problems. We had to find a restaurant with enough places for all of us to sit together, and finally made our choice after much time spent on pondering, debating, and obstruction of walkways. A lot of conversation went on, us being attention-seeking, everyone-must-listen-to-me-talk drama people with a bit of 'Shag, Shoot, Marry' infused into the evening's entertainment as well. Hmmm.. a certain someone's name certainly kept coming up. A lot. After a humongous, incredibly-overpriced-to-the-point-of-ripping-us-off bill, and our attempts to settle it while the waiter stood nearby impatiently, we finally went on separate ways to head home. Some heading to the MRT, some by bus, and of course, others have that lucky aspect I call 'Parents who can drive and own a car'. Sigh... the good old days. Well Ben and Caroline made up for it. They're very entertaining people to travel with on long journeys. Ben especially. He's an awesome actor and can recite lines so well it might as well be him they put on stage or the big silver screen instead of whatever actor had filled the role before. Hopefully he can come to ACJC. *crosses fingers*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Sunday&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up really looking forward to OG outing at Sentosa. That is until Ramona messaged me to tell me that quite a lot of people bailed. I still thought, &lt;em&gt;hmmm..maybe at least the remaining half can still have fun. &lt;/em&gt;Guess what? Only 3 people turned up at Harborfront station at 12pm: me, Ramona and Min Er. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;WHAT???!!!! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;How can people whom I called and confirmed with that 5th Feb was a good day for OG outing suddenly not turn up?? It was heart-breaking, I tell you. Completely heart-wrenching. What happened to the rest? Why did they bail? Well, the three of us headed to Sentosa anyway. We were determined to enjoy ourselves on the beach. However, Joshua and Sonia arrived aroun 4.30pm and it was better after that. We wanted to throw Joshua in the water due to his late arrival, but then we made it too obvious and so he ran off. Boy, 1 year of intensive P.E. in AC really works man. He could really run! We spent like a good half hour chasing him and trying to find him (it turns out he's pretty slippery too) before finally giving up and turned to making a 3D ACJC in the sand. While we were making it, he suddenly turned up and we decided to play beach soccer! Yay. I love kicking the ball. No scores, no rules. Just lots of laughter, kicking of legs, chasing after the ball and tripping on the sand. Loved every single minute of it. Dinner was spent at Subway. Nurul called (again, it doesnt usually happened) and we irritated her by passing the phone around. Haha sorry Nurul! On the way to the station in the mall, we came across this cute little ride for children and Joshua decided that we all had to ride in it to see how it goes. Haha.. barrel of laughs! Absolutely &lt;strong&gt;everyone &lt;/strong&gt;was staring at us. I laughed so hard my tummy hurt, and that's never happened in quite a while. So even though the number of people who turned up was quite dismal and disappointing, the company certainly made up for it. Even though Birkettsville are in different classes, lectures and tutorial groups, I still appreciate the fact that we're friends and hope we never ever lose touch or forget each other =).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8029054-113940141768767074?l=underneath-my-skin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://underneath-my-skin.blogspot.com/feeds/113940141768767074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8029054&amp;postID=113940141768767074' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8029054/posts/default/113940141768767074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8029054/posts/default/113940141768767074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://underneath-my-skin.blogspot.com/2006/02/debatethe-guysog-outing.html' title='[debate.the guys.OG outing]'/><author><name>nuraini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08272187049820802437</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-8029054.post-113670242020780032</id><published>2006-01-08T14:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-08T14:40:20.253+08:00</updated><title type='text'>[end of orientation.ACJC!!!]</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:ff99cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mood:&lt;/strong&gt; euphoric&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Song stuck in head today:&lt;/strong&gt; I Still... by Backstreet Boys&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the end of orientation has finally arrived. Well, actually the last day of our 4-day-long Orientation Week at &lt;strong&gt;Anglo-Chinese Junior College &lt;/strong&gt;was on Friday which ended with the exhilarating and totally crazy Mass Dance. I seriously did not want it to end because then it'll mean school would really really be starting. So here's a quick run-through:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tuesday:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We started off with a Discipline Talk. Yes, you read right. A &lt;strong&gt;Discipline Talk&lt;/strong&gt;. Well I guess it's to set the record straight over what's acceptable and whatnot at ACJC. Then the main storyline of the Orientation Week started off with the four Lossehalins making their grand entrances to a Council Meeting on stage, each one boasting of their superior power to end the pollution to imagination and stories and ultimately save &lt;strong&gt;The World.&lt;/strong&gt; My Lossehalin was &lt;strong&gt;Kyofu&lt;/strong&gt; and my OG was Birkettsville. You know the house in the Blair Witch movie. Kyofu's theme was horror while the other Lossehalins - Cairnsir, Glorfindel and Celahir - was science fiction, mystery/thriller and fantasy respectively. My OGLs were Joshua, Amanda and Daniel who I must say are the absolute best!!!! We then went on to ice breakers and games. We also had to learn two dances which we would all dance on the last day. Oh and there's only one muslim stall!!! WTF???!!! I'm soooo going to get bored of the food!! Ended the day with Mass Rally during which all the four Lossehalins got together and went into a cheerfest, each group trying to outdo each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wednesday:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Second day of orientation. Again, we started off with talks. The logic behind this is, according to them, we should listen to talks first thing in the morning because towards the end of the day we would get tired and sleepy and wouldn't want to listen. I find this extremely whacked because early in the morning we are all very very tired and most of the cohort are still trying to get over the initial shock of having to wake up at such an unearthly hour it should be illegal. So obviously there were lots of lowered heads, heads resting on others' shoulders, heads back and eyes closed. DUH. We went into games again and this time it was damn wet and dirty. Yup, water bombs galore! Ended again with Mass Rally and got home DEAD TIRED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thursday:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;I'm really sorry but I can't really remember much from this day except for the fact that we went for dinner as an OG to Burger King. Yeah that was fun because I think we kind of bonded as a group.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Friday:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;The heart-wrenching reality hits. Its the final day of orientation. *sniff* The first highlight of the day was OG time which lasted for 4 hours. We Birkies crashed Sonia's house. She lives about 10 minutes from school in a really huge house and a pool! Played water polo, watched Blade Trinity, munched on chips. I had a really really great time because I really got to know my OG mates as friends and not as people I was stuck with the whole week. We ended up going to school reeeeal late. About 40 mins late bu thankfully the campfire hadnt started yet. *phew* However 10 mins after the lighting of the fire, it started to rain!! We hurried towards the badminton hall where we had our "imaginary campfire" and campfire songs, and finally MASS DANCE!! We danced the night away and didn't stop til like 11.45pm! I had to hitch a ride with Shagun to Katong and then took a cab from there. Got home after midnite and was really tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here I am, two days after orientation. School starts tomorrow during which we have a whole week of intro lectures. Wow! Super fun!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8029054-113670242020780032?l=underneath-my-skin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://underneath-my-skin.blogspot.com/feeds/113670242020780032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8029054&amp;postID=113670242020780032' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8029054/posts/default/113670242020780032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8029054/posts/default/113670242020780032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://underneath-my-skin.blogspot.com/2006/01/end-of-orientationacjc_08.html' title='[end of orientation.ACJC!!!]'/><author><name>nuraini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08272187049820802437</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-8029054.post-113374174495934105</id><published>2005-12-05T08:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-05T08:15:44.960+08:00</updated><title type='text'>[ratanga junction]</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:ff99cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mood:&lt;/strong&gt; sleepy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Song stuck in head today:&lt;/strong&gt; My Humps by Black Eyed Peas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all went to &lt;strong&gt;Ratanga Junction &lt;/strong&gt;today as planned. We didn't go as early as we planned though. Fortunately there weren't a lot of people. Just enough for that crowded feel but not til there were endless lines to wait for the rides. My favourite ride? Well I want to say &lt;strong&gt;The Cobra&lt;/strong&gt; but that would be a bit cliched wouldn't it. I mean, everyone loves it. So I am going to say &lt;strong&gt;Monkey Falls. &lt;/strong&gt;I really really love getting soaked. Hmmm.. I love &lt;strong&gt;The Crocodile Gorge &lt;/strong&gt;too. We got reeeeally soaked on that one. I wanted to buy the pics at the end of it but I didn't have much money. Had to save some for my clothes that the stores kept for us. Took a lot of pictures. Gabz uploaded them but I don't know where they are on her computer. And she's fast asleep now. The reason I'm awake is because I hit the bed when we got home around 4 and only woke up at 10pm. Yup. That long. Because Gabz didn't wake me up!! Haha.. stumbled downstairs and found that Warren had come over. So we just kinda like hung out while I ate supper. He's one crazy dude. Inflicting further pain on Gabz's sunburnt shoulders. &lt;em&gt;Tsk...tsk.. &lt;/em&gt;I really want to post more but Gabz is sleeping and I know the bright glare of the computer screen is eye-numbing. So I'll post pics tomorrow and let them do the talking!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8029054-113374174495934105?l=underneath-my-skin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://underneath-my-skin.blogspot.com/feeds/113374174495934105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8029054&amp;postID=113374174495934105' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8029054/posts/default/113374174495934105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8029054/posts/default/113374174495934105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://underneath-my-skin.blogspot.com/2005/12/ratanga-junction.html' title='[ratanga junction]'/><author><name>nuraini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08272187049820802437</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-8029054.post-113365603258676120</id><published>2005-12-04T07:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-05T08:01:27.096+08:00</updated><title type='text'>[canal walk.cold!!]</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff99cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mood:&lt;/strong&gt; cold!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Song stuck in head today:&lt;/strong&gt; the song from the movie Mama Jack&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The after-effects of being out late and sleeping only in the wee hours in the morning certainly took its toll on me. I woke up at 10 am. That's like later than my usual waking time. &lt;em&gt;Waaaaay &lt;/em&gt;later. Had breakfast (which consisted of a disastrous and pathetic attempt by me to make scrambled eggs) then we lazed around with the options of what we could do today turning over and over in our heads but amounting to no conclusion. The beach? Or the mall? Wait, what about the flea market? All these meant one thing: &lt;strong&gt;money&lt;/strong&gt;. Which I seriously didn't have due to my forgetful and useless-at-remembering-important-stuff mind causing me to forget to bring my passport yesterday when we were at Cavendish Square to change money. so the flea market was definitely out. I mean, do you know how it feels like to walk around and see endless possibilities of trinkets to purchase but &lt;strong&gt;you have no money?&lt;/strong&gt; It feels darn right horrible. I'd feel sorry for myself. &lt;em&gt;Geez nuraini, look at all the nice things you can buy. But wait, you don't have any money. That's such a pity.&lt;/em&gt; That feeling sucks. So the other option was the beach. But guess what? It was way too windy. Funny hey, it can be so nice and sunny outside but when the wind hits you, &lt;em&gt;brrrr....&lt;/em&gt; So the beach was out too. So what's our last option? &lt;strong&gt;Canal Walk!! &lt;/strong&gt;It's practically like &lt;strike&gt;my favourite&lt;/strike&gt; one of my favourite places in Cape Town. So off we go onto the N1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first thing I wanted was fudge. Do you even know how good those things are? They're practically like sinful indulgence in a slice of sugary sweetness! Got a slice of &lt;strong&gt;choc 'o full of nuts &lt;/strong&gt;and then we headed down to&lt;strong&gt; Kaui&lt;/strong&gt; to grab something to eat. Something else you can't find in the small city of Singapore. The hoagie steak and the melts are the absolutely best man! And the smoothies? Ooooh.... heaven on earth!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next stop: shopping! after like a thousand different stores and a gazillion different clothes, Gabz and I finally decided on some clothes and we asked the stores to keep them for us first for us to buy at a later date. And I found &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;the &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;perfect pair of jeans!! Such a relief. Later on we met up with Gabz's brother and his wife and we headed on down to the cinema to watch the movie &lt;strong&gt;Mama Jack&lt;/strong&gt;. It was one hilarious movie! Too bad it won't show in Singapore because it's South African. I really laughed my ass off! &lt;em&gt;"Kissing my ass.. kissing my ass.." &lt;/em&gt;LOL. But I must have been exhausted because I fell asleep towards the end of the movie. Or it could be because I was cold. Yeah, definitely because I was cold. However that cold was &lt;em&gt;nothing &lt;/em&gt;compared to the blast of freezing air that knocked me off my feet the second the doors opened and we got out of the mall. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Whooooosh!!! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;I had to run to the car to prevent myself from getting hypothermia or something. And we all had to squeeze in the buggy to go home. Nothing keeps you warmer than body heat! Those penguins in the Arctic are geniuses! Bloody brilliant!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'm tired now. It's been quite a day of shopping. Tomorrow we're going to &lt;strong&gt;Ratanga Junction&lt;/strong&gt;. We have to go early if not there'll be loooong lines to wait for the rides. &lt;strong&gt;Cobra&lt;/strong&gt;, here i come!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8029054-113365603258676120?l=underneath-my-skin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://underneath-my-skin.blogspot.com/feeds/113365603258676120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8029054&amp;postID=113365603258676120' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8029054/posts/default/113365603258676120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8029054/posts/default/113365603258676120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://underneath-my-skin.blogspot.com/2005/12/canal-walkcold.html' title='[canal walk.cold!!]'/><author><name>nuraini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08272187049820802437</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-8029054.post-113356701119093475</id><published>2005-12-03T07:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-03T18:26:59.700+08:00</updated><title type='text'>[first post from cape town]</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff99cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mood:&lt;/strong&gt; tired but slightly exhilarated&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Song stuck in head today:&lt;/strong&gt; Because You Live by Jesse McCartney&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NOTE: Because of the time difference, times posted will be in Cape Town (local) time of GMT +2.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wheeeeee!! I finally arrived in Cape Town today at around 9am. Cleared through immigration pretty quickly (thank you Commonwealth!) and then proceeded towards the baggage claim. While waiting for my bag to come around, I chatted with this guy called Musa, a South African. We saw each other at KLIA (he was actually sitting next to me while waiting to board the plane) and he was sitting a few rows in front of me on the plane. I thought all the while that he was 18 or 19. He was playing a PSP for godsakes! Then he told me he was like 30 years old. &lt;em&gt;No shit.&lt;/em&gt; He certainly didn't even look 25! But he was a nice guy. Really friendly. I gave him my email address because he asked for it, let's see if he actually emails me (haha when I told Gabz she told me to check my email straightaway).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My bag took &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;ages&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; to arrive. I thought it had gotten lost or misplaced on the way to KLIA from Singapore. Imagine my huge sigh of relief when I spotted it. Cleared customs ( I don't think I actually signed the declaration form when I handed it to the officer *shrugs*), wheeled the trolley out, and gave the hugest squeal/scream/shriek whatever you want to call it. When I stepped outside the airport I couldn't actually believe I was finally home after like 2 whole years away. But the nice cool fresh air told me I was really here, and I was ready to have fun for 3 whole weeks. We then drove to &lt;strong&gt;International School Of Cape Town&lt;/strong&gt; to pick up Katia's report since it was the last day. Ahhhh.... memories!! I managed to see Miss Cameron, Miss Cilliers, Miss Gibbs ( she looked waaaaay gorgeous) and I also saw Mr Johnson! Finally around 10.30 we had to head off. But not before I took a long walk in the garden - the place where food fights were held, where Mark and Daniel ran off with our lunches, where we would try to save ourselves from their constant torture.. sigh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We arrived at Gabz's house in the late morning, then headed off to &lt;strong&gt;Cavendish Square&lt;/strong&gt; for lunch and just to walk around the mall. I seriously missed it. We ate at&lt;strong&gt; Nando's&lt;/strong&gt; (because they didn't have that in Singapore) and I had a &lt;strong&gt;Fanta Pineapple. &lt;/strong&gt;Then we met up with Lindsay. Ohmygosh she looks so gorgeous!! Her hair looks really nice long. I thought that it was pretty good timing she was at Cavendish the same time we were because she's leaving on Sunday to go to uni. Gonna soooo miss her. Then went to Musica where I found &lt;strong&gt;Hanson's Live From Albertane!!!!! &lt;/strong&gt;Omg you can hardly get that in shops anymore. Of course being the HANSON fanatic that I am I just had to buy it. Yay! Another album to my collection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, wnet back home and took a nap because we were going out at night and I didn't want to be tired when we go out. Turns out I slept for 3 whole hours! Hmm... I must have been more tired than I thought I was. When I woke up, Phillipa had arrived to go out with us. We went to a place called &lt;strong&gt;Town. &lt;/strong&gt;It was quite nice. Had something to drink (I'm not sure what kind of alcoholic drink it was) and we sat in a booth talking to Phillipa and Gabz's friends Brian and Brad. They were pretty cool guys. Then we went to play pool at another place called &lt;strong&gt;Stones&lt;/strong&gt;. Haha there was a girl who looked pretty young and wasn't allowed in. Luckily we all looked old enough even though I was the onlu U18 (Gabz, Brian and Brad were over 18). We split up into teams to play pool. I played with Brad while Gabz teamed up with Brian. I must say that I totally sucked, even if only at first. But Brad was a pretty good teacher/teammate so I learned pretty fast and I felt really elated to sink the eight ball at the end of the game. Yay me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyhoo it is now 1.40 in the morning, my eyes are killing me, its freaking cold and I need sleep. Gabz is downstairs with her boyfriend Warren. Boy this is really one long post. I think it's a record!! Gosh I think the fatigue is getting to me. I hope I don't wake up late tomorrow and waste the whole day. Toodles!~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8029054-113356701119093475?l=underneath-my-skin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://underneath-my-skin.blogspot.com/feeds/113356701119093475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8029054&amp;postID=113356701119093475' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8029054/posts/default/113356701119093475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8029054/posts/default/113356701119093475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://underneath-my-skin.blogspot.com/2005/12/first-post-from-cape-town.html' title='[first post from cape town]'/><author><name>nuraini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08272187049820802437</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-8029054.post-113317022405455939</id><published>2005-11-28T17:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-28T17:31:27.916+08:00</updated><title type='text'>[counting down to my trip]</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff99cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mood:&lt;/strong&gt; tired&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Song stuck in head today:&lt;/strong&gt; Dancer in the Dark by The Rasmus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im really really &lt;strong&gt;really&lt;/strong&gt; going to Cape Town!!!! Just got my ticket this afternoon, double-checked that I don't need a visa, withdrawn enough money for my trip, almost done with my packing, now all I have to do is wait for Thursday to come!!!!! I can't can't wait. I'll try to blog everyday and I'll take and post lots of pics!! OMG I'm so excited now. I thought this dream of mine wouldn't materialise but it's really going to happen. Oh and I know I havent blogged in a really really long time but the computer's crashed and I feel uncomfortable posting with people around you know. Haha maybe it sounds silly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway just had prom on Friday. It was ok I guess. Kind of boring at first. The MC sucked!!! I think the highlight of it was Mdm. Hassan hosting the Grand Lucky Draw. They had DVD players, mp3 players and digicams to give away!! But I didn't win anything though. I never win lucky draws. And I lost my ticket stub anyway. It would have been really really disappointing if my number was called out and I didn't have the slip of paper with me. I don't really have pictures to post because I didn't have a camera that night so waiting for people to send to me. Then I can upload to my photobucket and post, or upload it to my photo album.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just did my research, and the South African Rand is so freaking strong now!! When we were there in '03, S$1 was like R5, and now its R3.83! So which means I have to bring more than I wanted to bring earlier. Oh well, it's ok. I probably won't get to go back again for a long time. So I guess it's worth it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8029054-113317022405455939?l=underneath-my-skin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://underneath-my-skin.blogspot.com/feeds/113317022405455939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8029054&amp;postID=113317022405455939' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8029054/posts/default/113317022405455939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8029054/posts/default/113317022405455939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://underneath-my-skin.blogspot.com/2005/11/counting-down-to-my-trip.html' title='[counting down to my trip]'/><author><name>nuraini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08272187049820802437</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-8029054.post-113006361766703732</id><published>2005-10-23T18:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-23T18:33:37.676+08:00</updated><title type='text'>[2 weeks til O Levels]</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:ff99cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mood:&lt;/strong&gt; hungry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Song stuck in head today:&lt;/strong&gt; Being Me by Isaac Hanson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired, I'm stressed and I'm hungry. But I'm happy because I just got a new haircut and a new pair of &lt;span style="color:ff99cc;"&gt;Converse&lt;/span&gt; sneakers. They're RED!! I've always wanted red shoes. And I went to &lt;span style="color:ff99cc;"&gt;Toni&amp;amp;Guy&lt;/span&gt; to get my haircut. It's way better than Reds'. Honestly. Anyway, this is just a short post but I have to go soon as I don't have enough money to go for the full hour. And I need to study tonight. Gotta study really hard if I want to make it to VJC. I don't know if my 10 points will be able to get me in for first three months. And Erwin's gone for like 4 days on some cruise. Who am I supposed to whine to?? Haha not that I am a whiner. I'm not. Seriously. Ok, gotta go! Sushi......!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8029054-113006361766703732?l=underneath-my-skin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://underneath-my-skin.blogspot.com/feeds/113006361766703732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8029054&amp;postID=113006361766703732' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8029054/posts/default/113006361766703732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8029054/posts/default/113006361766703732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://underneath-my-skin.blogspot.com/2005/10/2-weeks-til-o-levels.html' title='[2 weeks til O Levels]'/><author><name>nuraini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08272187049820802437</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-8029054.post-112764623531774401</id><published>2005-09-25T18:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-25T19:03:55.353+08:00</updated><title type='text'>[shopping.tired.on hiatus]</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:ff99cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mood:&lt;/strong&gt; tired but satisfied&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Song stuck in head today:&lt;/strong&gt; None (was too occupied)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PHEW!!!! Finally Prelims are over! Well, actually they've been over since Thursday but my oh-so-unreliable computer decided to crash on me. And it's not as if I've been using it! Siiiiiigh... computers. Pffffftt.. they never work when you want them to. So right now I guess I'm on hiatus. Get that? &lt;strong&gt;ON HIATUS&lt;/strong&gt;. Right after I blog about today that is. Today, I went shopping my heart out. Yup. Didn't even feel guilty. Not once. Bought like a pair of jeans and two tops from &lt;span style="color:ff99cc;"&gt;Zara&lt;/span&gt;, two CDs, a purse from this booth at &lt;span style="color:ff99cc;"&gt;Raffles' City&lt;/span&gt;, and some toiletris/makeup bags from this shop called &lt;span style="color:ff99cc;"&gt;Tea&lt;/span&gt; at Citylink Mall. And I bought Nurul's present too. I hope she likes it. *grins*Yeah I know this is a really short post considering the huuuuge time lapse between this one and the last one, but I can't help it. I'm really tired, my feet ache, and Nurul's hungry. Toodles!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.: Don't forget. &lt;strong&gt;ON HIATUS&lt;/strong&gt;. Til the next time I happen to blog haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8029054-112764623531774401?l=underneath-my-skin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://underneath-my-skin.blogspot.com/feeds/112764623531774401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8029054&amp;postID=112764623531774401' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8029054/posts/default/112764623531774401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8029054/posts/default/112764623531774401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://underneath-my-skin.blogspot.com/2005/09/shoppingtiredon-hiatus.html' title='[shopping.tired.on hiatus]'/><author><name>nuraini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08272187049820802437</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-8029054.post-112566084617760642</id><published>2005-09-02T19:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-02T19:37:35.223+08:00</updated><title type='text'>[ss.emath.prelims]</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff99cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mood:&lt;/strong&gt; bloated&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Song stuck in head today:&lt;/strong&gt; Wake Me Up When September Ends by Green Day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is it when you wake up with a nagging feeling in your mind that you can't help but pay attention to? I woke up this morning with the confirmed thought that Venice would appear as a source-based question, and merger/separation, housing/healthcare, and sustainable development/good governance, would appear in the structured essay section. Which meant I was screwed because I was banking on Venice with extra emphasis. I voiced out this thought of mine several times before the paper commenced and few thought better of it. Which is why the numerous echoes of &lt;strong&gt;"shit"&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;"die..."&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;"oh my god!"&lt;/strong&gt; did not strike me as surprising. Hmmmmm... hopefully I'll be this accurate for O Levels. Not that I'm psychic or I have intuition or anything. No, that's reserved for those &lt;em&gt;other &lt;/em&gt;special people. It was just the most logical questions that would come out. Of course that combined with the insanity of the school who still thinks they've got that &lt;strong&gt;teeny &lt;/strong&gt;bit of edge over say, VS.&lt;br /&gt;Please.&lt;br /&gt;We all know otherwise.&lt;br /&gt;What's the point then?&lt;br /&gt;Got something to prove?&lt;br /&gt;I think not.&lt;br /&gt;So get rid of whatever crazy notion you might have that the extremely minute number of TKGians who can make it to a top JC for the first 3 months is any indication of our once-existant superior reign.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh what a coincidence. The Green Day video is playing now. Tissues, anyone?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8029054-112566084617760642?l=underneath-my-skin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://underneath-my-skin.blogspot.com/feeds/112566084617760642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8029054&amp;postID=112566084617760642' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8029054/posts/default/112566084617760642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8029054/posts/default/112566084617760642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://underneath-my-skin.blogspot.com/2005/09/ssemathprelims.html' title='[ss.emath.prelims]'/><author><name>nuraini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08272187049820802437</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-8029054.post-112506411228323113</id><published>2005-08-26T21:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-26T21:51:27.583+08:00</updated><title type='text'>[cross country.zany green parade.class unity]</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff99cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mood:&lt;/strong&gt; wiped out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Song stuck in head to day:&lt;/strong&gt; P.I.M.P. by 50 Cent (surprise! surprise!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was the TKGS Annual Cross Country/Zany Green Parade. At first I wasn't too excited because I was feeling a little bit apprehensive about what we were dressing up as and all. After all, I'm SO NOT a hiphop fan. And 3 km was freaking me out. That's a long way to run! But then we decided to walk the whole way, and be the only class which had all its runners come in last. So it was Claire, Elia, Vera, Aneesa, Brammi, Shalini, Asyikin, Tahirah, Qi and me who ran. Or walked to be precise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reporting time:&lt;br /&gt;We couldn't find Elia. And we were already late to report. Every other Sec 4 runners were already reporting. Where was Elia? So Claire and Qi went to look for her while the rest of us went to report. But Claire and Qi both came back &lt;strong&gt;without&lt;/strong&gt; Elia. They were on the verge of cancelling her name off, when she suddenly came running around the corner. Bimbo, Elia. Ok. We were pumped and all set to go. The horn blared. And we're off! Walking that is when everyone else was thundering ahead of us. Sigh... We passed Miss Hamidah and all she could do was smile and shake her head at us. And every checkpoint, we ran towards it, stopped, and &lt;strong&gt;did starjumps!&lt;/strong&gt; Hahaha. And along the way we sang songs like 'Barney' and 'Old McDonald's' and 'Bingo the dog'. We even passed a group of Army people who cheered us on! And get this. Towards the finish line, we &lt;strong&gt;rolled&lt;/strong&gt; as in literally on the ground across the finishing line. But what matters was that we finished the race, even though Elia wanted to just cut through to the other side, and even after "getting lost" through the trees. No we didn't really get ourselves lost. But it was so funny all the same, us shouting out that we couldn't find our way back to the track. Siiiiiiigh it was SO SO SO MUCH FUN!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately we didn't win the Zany Parade. Us hiphoppers lost to cucumbers and water droplets! *shrugs* Oh well, the most important thing was that we all had fun and we were united. *sniffsniff* Our last major class event. I'm going to miss all the moronic antics. We're a bunch of &lt;strike&gt;retards&lt;/strike&gt; cool retards. Hugs to all of you. We rocked today. &lt;33333333333333&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8029054-112506411228323113?l=underneath-my-skin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://underneath-my-skin.blogspot.com/feeds/112506411228323113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8029054&amp;postID=112506411228323113' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8029054/posts/default/112506411228323113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8029054/posts/default/112506411228323113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://underneath-my-skin.blogspot.com/2005/08/cross-countryzany-green-paradeclass.html' title='[cross country.zany green parade.class unity]'/><author><name>nuraini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08272187049820802437</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-8029054.post-112478344657342394</id><published>2005-08-23T15:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-23T15:50:46.610+08:00</updated><title type='text'>[i'll miss hl and nf.net]</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:ff99cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mood:&lt;/strong&gt; procrastinating&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Song stuck in head today: &lt;/strong&gt;Just Want You To Know by Backstreet Boys&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I seriously need to get down to it and focus focus focus. I really have to. I deperately want that 6 points and I definitely want to go to VJC. So I've made an important decision. *takes deep breath*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm leaving HF.Net.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No no, not forever. Just til prelims are over. Maybe even til O Levels are over. Ok it might just as well be for ever. But I cant do this anymore. I have to break out of this addiction of mine. So.... I'll really miss you guys in HL. But I'll talk to you guys soon. And please, don't leave lostwithouteachother to collect dust. If not, Jane will have to keep vacuuming. *hugs really really tight*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I'm going to stop now before I have to get the tissues out. &lt;3333333333333&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8029054-112478344657342394?l=underneath-my-skin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://underneath-my-skin.blogspot.com/feeds/112478344657342394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8029054&amp;postID=112478344657342394' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8029054/posts/default/112478344657342394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8029054/posts/default/112478344657342394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://underneath-my-skin.blogspot.com/2005/08/ill-miss-hl-and-nfnet.html' title='[i&apos;ll miss hl and nf.net]'/><author><name>nuraini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08272187049820802437</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-8029054.post-112448407597832428</id><published>2005-08-20T04:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-20T04:41:15.986+08:00</updated><title type='text'>[lenny.happybirthday]</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:ff99cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mood:&lt;/strong&gt; happy and tired&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Song stuck in head today:&lt;/strong&gt; None. It's too early&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best birthday present.&lt;br /&gt;&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/8029054-112448407597832428?l=underneath-my-skin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://underneath-my-skin.blogspot.com/feeds/112448407597832428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8029054&amp;postID=112448407597832428' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8029054/posts/default/112448407597832428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8029054/posts/default/112448407597832428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://underneath-my-skin.blogspot.com/2005/08/lennyhappybirthday.html' title='[lenny.happybirthday]'/><author><name>nuraini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08272187049820802437</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-8029054.post-112348081411574795</id><published>2005-08-08T13:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-08T14:00:14.123+08:00</updated><title type='text'>[guys as friends?national day concert]</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:ff99cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mood:&lt;/strong&gt; hungry, introspective&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Song stuck in head today:&lt;/strong&gt; Home by Kit Chan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can guys ever be "just friends"? Would those feelings of friendship turn into something else? What do they really mean when they say you are "just friends"? Heidi posted this on the forums. It's a quote by Kyle. It's so true and it's really gotten me into a thinking mood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Heidi, have you ever seen When Harry Met Sally? My mother told me this in high school and I refused to believe it, but unfortunately, it's true. An unattached guy, no matter how good a guy he is, cannot be friends with a girl. It never lasts because eventually, he's gonna think about what it would be like to be with you, because he's having such a good time with you as a friend, you know? It dosen't mean the whole friendship is fake and it dosen't mean that they befriended you only hoping to get some from you some day. The truth is that even if they have no intent on getting with you in the beginning, guys are always looking for a good girl who won't drive them crazy. It really is a compliment, even if it sucks cause you can't be friends with them now."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what to think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, on a different note, I miss you ok.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8029054-112348081411574795?l=underneath-my-skin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://underneath-my-skin.blogspot.com/feeds/112348081411574795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8029054&amp;postID=112348081411574795' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8029054/posts/default/112348081411574795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8029054/posts/default/112348081411574795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://underneath-my-skin.blogspot.com/2005/08/guys-as-friendsnational-day-concert.html' title='[guys as friends?national day concert]'/><author><name>nuraini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08272187049820802437</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-8029054.post-112273047194038572</id><published>2005-07-30T21:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-30T21:34:32.070+08:00</updated><title type='text'>[image.brighter than sunshine]</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:ff99cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mood:&lt;/strong&gt; pondering&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Song stuck in head:&lt;/strong&gt; Breathe (2 AM) by Anna Nalick&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Image. Is it something you come up with, something that others perceive of you, or is it merely a mirage of your delusional self? Why do people keep changing what they look like? To satisfy themselves? To satisfy &lt;strong&gt;others&lt;/strong&gt;? Since when do you turn into something you're not and thus succumb to the pressure of others? Others who don't even know the real you. Others who have no idea what it means to be real. God made us all to be different. By attempting to follow the river of so-called "trends" aren't you condoning yourself to the perception of others? Maybe this is a really pointless post and a really pathetic attempt at being "deep" and "opiniated" but seriously I don't care. Isn't blogging also putting up an image behind the words? Am I being hypocritical here? So many questions. Each and every one of them making no sense. But again, I don't care. I'm not going to write simpler, monotonous posts in order to attract more readers. I'm not going to make my blog all &lt;strong&gt;emo-oriented&lt;/strong&gt; in association will all those sadistic posts which scream "I can't take it any more" or countless "I so hate my parents right now". Do people even realise that when they change, it might be because of others? Because of &lt;strong&gt;pressure&lt;/strong&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, whatever. Maybe this entry here should be stashed away in a corner along with other worthless trashy mindless rants which make &lt;strong&gt;no sense&lt;/strong&gt; whatsoever. You know like those that go "OmG! I JuSt LiKe FrEaKiNg WeNt ShOpPiNg ToDay!!!!!!!" (phew, man that was hard. How do some people keep doing it?) Or those that scream such hate and hostility it ranks waaaaay up there for 'Most Unapprochable Blog No Matter How Gorgeous The Layout Is'. I don't care. I write what I want. (Am I turning into another Maddox here?) FYI, he's a really sadistic asshole who absolutely has so much free time he writes trash on his website. He's a HANSON-hater and I hate HANSON-haters. Can't find the URl right now, but I bet you guys will be disgusted too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8029054-112273047194038572?l=underneath-my-skin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://underneath-my-skin.blogspot.com/feeds/112273047194038572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8029054&amp;postID=112273047194038572' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8029054/posts/default/112273047194038572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8029054/posts/default/112273047194038572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://underneath-my-skin.blogspot.com/2005/07/imagebrighter-than-sunshine.html' title='[image.brighter than sunshine]'/><author><name>nuraini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08272187049820802437</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-8029054.post-112256028673656501</id><published>2005-07-28T22:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-28T22:18:06.743+08:00</updated><title type='text'>[daphna's gone!didn't go to school today]</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:ff99cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mood:&lt;/strong&gt; tired&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Song stuck in head today:&lt;/strong&gt; I Know I Know I Know by Tegan and Sara&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daphna's gone! I was rooting for her on &lt;span style="color:ff99cc;"&gt;'Rockstar: INXS'&lt;/span&gt; and now she's gone. Damn and I didn't watch the performance episode last night. However, I thought her performance of the INXS song totally rocked the house! But I guess "it's what the band feels" that matters, right? I guess punk songs DO deserve to be murdered. Because of that stupid punk song she got the boot. Now who am I supposed to root for??!! Hmmm... &lt;strong&gt;GO MiG and Jordis!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8029054-112256028673656501?l=underneath-my-skin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://underneath-my-skin.blogspot.com/feeds/112256028673656501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8029054&amp;postID=112256028673656501' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8029054/posts/default/112256028673656501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8029054/posts/default/112256028673656501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://underneath-my-skin.blogspot.com/2005/07/daphnas-gonedidnt-go-to-school-today.html' title='[daphna&apos;s gone!didn&apos;t go to school today]'/><author><name>nuraini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08272187049820802437</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-8029054.post-112247444973583698</id><published>2005-07-27T21:18:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-27T23:47:35.046+08:00</updated><title type='text'>drama farewell</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff99cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mood:&lt;/strong&gt; Happy yet sad at the same time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Song stuck in head today:&lt;/strong&gt; The One by Shakira&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Edit: &lt;/strong&gt;Yay! I got some pics from Noorie. Thanks loads hun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v518/pizzafan/farewell.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v518/pizzafan/farewell1.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v518/pizzafan/farewell2.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dang! In that last one I was looking at the other camera. See what happens when the people taking the photos don't co-ordinate picture-taking timings? &lt;strong&gt;End edit.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG! Haven't blogged in absolutely ages!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was a day I have been looking forward to my whole life. Well, technically not my whole life but my whole life as a member of the TKGS Drama Club. Yes today, the 27th of July, was the Sec 4 Drama Club farewell. I spent the whole of last night trying to come up with a proper speech that will encompass whatever feelings I have for all the oppotunities I had received as a Drama-er. But nothing came into my head. I wasn't feeling anything. I just couldn't get into the right frame of mind. So I kind of went impromptu. I didn't even read out from the hasty "speech" I prepared during last lesson. Lol Miss Hamidah pointed out that Elia should be paying attention during Social Studies because she was writing her speech too. Haha Elia, you're so funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Miss Hamidah, can I not pay attention today? I need to write something important."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elia darling, you know I love you ok. And your speech was absolutely beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I'm still basking in the euphoria and nostalgia of it all. The games did the farewell justice by starting it off just right. After a completely wet t-shirt, messy banana-stained hands and a tree seduction (we seduced the tree by the way, not the other way round. I was so insane I tell you: &lt;em&gt;"Oh tree, I'm entangled in you, in your leafy arms. &lt;/em&gt;What nonsense.) we were all geared up to change into our glamourous outfits. Everyone looked absolutely gorgeous. And yes, we even put makeup on Nad. Bodoh, I love you ok? And you said 'kirim hug' just now right? *gives Nad a hug* I love you I love you I love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The studio. One word? Breathtaking. It was absolutely beautiful. With the satin cloths and the posters. And the chocolate-banana smoothie rocked my freaking socks! Obviously the best part was the dancing. Dharshini is such a fab dancer. And Lubna? I'm falling in love over and over and over again with her. Pure hotness. I think we had to lower the temperature a notch to make it cooler just now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speeches! Every farewell, speeches = tears = tissues. And lots of it. Hugs = photos = more hugs = more tears = more tissues. Get the pic? But hey, who's complaining. Not me that's for sure. And however strong we may claim to be, &lt;strong&gt;*coughsaajidacough*&lt;/strong&gt; there were certainly lots of hugs and tears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sec 4s. You guys mean &lt;strong&gt;THE WORLD&lt;/strong&gt; to me. Drama club was nothing without you guys. I love each and every single one of you. And I know we will drift apart (life sucks like that) but I will never &lt;strong&gt;EVER&lt;/strong&gt; forget you guys ok? You guys have helped me become stronger and we've bonded amidst the rifts, backstabbing, diva notions etc. Hope the drama never stops.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8029054-112247444973583698?l=underneath-my-skin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://underneath-my-skin.blogspot.com/feeds/112247444973583698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8029054&amp;postID=112247444973583698' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8029054/posts/default/112247444973583698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8029054/posts/default/112247444973583698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://underneath-my-skin.blogspot.com/2005/07/drama-farewell_27.html' title='drama farewell'/><author><name>nuraini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08272187049820802437</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-8029054.post-112152837140204781</id><published>2005-07-16T23:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-16T23:39:31.526+08:00</updated><title type='text'>[baybeats.tired]</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:ff99cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mood:&lt;/strong&gt; tired and disappointed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Song stuck in head today:&lt;/strong&gt; Maybe It's Just Me by Ingram Hill&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I just got back from &lt;span style="color:ff99cc;"&gt;Baybeats 2005&lt;/span&gt;. My feet ache. My eyes hurt. I can't feel my toes. And something made me ponder my current situation in life. Did I have a blast? Will I go again tomorrow? Hell, yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.: &lt;strong&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY MARIE!!&lt;/strong&gt; Have a fantabulous 14th! *hugs* &lt;33333&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8029054-112152837140204781?l=underneath-my-skin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://underneath-my-skin.blogspot.com/feeds/112152837140204781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8029054&amp;postID=112152837140204781' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8029054/posts/default/112152837140204781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8029054/posts/default/112152837140204781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://underneath-my-skin.blogspot.com/2005/07/baybeatstired.html' title='[baybeats.tired]'/><author><name>nuraini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08272187049820802437</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-8029054.post-112098453769101958</id><published>2005-07-10T16:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-10T16:35:37.766+08:00</updated><title type='text'>[whole sunday wasted]</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:ff99cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mood:&lt;/strong&gt; tired and frustrated&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Song stuck in head today:&lt;/strong&gt; Dans le collimateur by Emma Daumas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time check: 4.20 pm.&lt;br /&gt;Hours awake: approximately 7 hours&lt;br /&gt;Books touched: ZILCH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does that give you any idea on how incredibly &lt;strong&gt;stupid&lt;/strong&gt; I can be. Yup, that's right. I did &lt;strong&gt;ZERO&lt;/strong&gt; studying today. Someone shoot me. Right. Now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or not. I'm too darn nice. Maybe you guys are hoping I'll snap out of this reverie I'm in where everything does not revolve around the fact that prelims are &lt;strong&gt;in freaking 7 weeks!!! &lt;/strong&gt;But I'm not counting. Are you? Or maybe you guys are seriously praying that we can all get through this without working our asses off. Don't count on it. I seriously need help. Any kind of help. Be it psychological therapy to get it into my head that I should quit messing around and should actually FOCUS. Or it could be a study buddy. I don't mind. Please? Anyone? This sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know I've already started thinking about what I want to do after O Levels. God, I've even started thinking what uni life would be like in UCT or NYU. But all these thoughts are completely fruitless because they can never happen if I don't study and get through my O Levels first. And what if I don't get into VJC? Would I want to settle for less?? Honestly, it doesn't even matter to me because I'm only going to be here for JC 1. But what if I'm not? What if I have to finish my A Levels because something unexpected comes up like dad saying&lt;em&gt;: 'Oh, you're just not ready to go live on your own overseas. Wait another year.' &lt;/em&gt;Yeah that can totally happen. Then would I really be happy getting my A Level certificate from a JC which I didn't really want to go to in the first place? Questions are mind-boggling. They boggle the mind. Especially questions that make you ponder over them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh great, it's raining. Now I'm stuck at home! Just when I'm craving for &lt;span style="color:ff99cc;"&gt;Old Chang Kee&lt;/span&gt;. Why do my cravings come at the oddest times? Is this something the universe and the powers-that-be have in store for me to test my patience?! Well...???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need a new layout. Still HANSON, just a different one. Anyone want to do one for me? Why do I even bother. Everyone has better things to do then stay glued to the freaking computer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8029054-112098453769101958?l=underneath-my-skin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://underneath-my-skin.blogspot.com/feeds/112098453769101958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8029054&amp;postID=112098453769101958' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8029054/posts/default/112098453769101958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8029054/posts/default/112098453769101958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://underneath-my-skin.blogspot.com/2005/07/whole-sunday-wasted.html' title='[whole sunday wasted]'/><author><name>nuraini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08272187049820802437</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-8029054.post-112083484735312915</id><published>2005-07-08T22:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-08T23:00:47.406+08:00</updated><title type='text'>[havent started studying.7 wks]</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:ff99cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mood:&lt;/strong&gt; hungry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Song stuck in head today:&lt;/strong&gt; Au jour le jour by Emma Daumas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O M G. Everywhere I see that people are studying, memorising stuff, &lt;strong&gt;planning&lt;/strong&gt; what to study next. Have I done any of that? &lt;strong&gt;NO!&lt;/strong&gt; WTF? I have 7 weeks to prelims and I'm not doing anything about it?? Who do I think I am that I don't need to study? Einstein??!! Come on! Get it together and &lt;strong&gt;FUCKING FOCUS!!&lt;/strong&gt; I am bored right now. I should be studying Social Studies but no... I'm procrastinating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And why isn't there EVER anyone online when I'm online. Lostwithouteachother. I'm lost without you guys! Dang time zones! And like the next thing I know people have like 200 more posts than me. In one freaking day! And I miss out on the HL conversations. WTFH?? Angela got a kitten and I must be like the last one to know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And what's this about Raul being in Singapore and I never got to meet him??!! What is the world coming to? But Raul is soooo old news compared to the London bomb blasts. Now &lt;em&gt;that&lt;/em&gt; is a situation worth asking &lt;em&gt;'What is the fucking world coming to??!' &lt;/em&gt;It's scary I tell you. It's not safe anymore. ANYWHERE. And I was on the forums just now and apparently some people think Denmark is next. Well, &lt;strong&gt;WE&lt;/strong&gt; could be next! This war will never end. It just won't. There will forever be people unhappy with each other. Emotions will run high. High enough to kill. My dad thinks it's British people killing their own people and then claiming Al Qaeda did it. People are insane nowadays. It's technology I tell you. Technology has driven us all to the very verge of insanity. Which means I must be insane too. Yes, Nuraini. Why the hell are you on the computer waiting for people to come online when you should be studying?? You're such a procrastinator. Can you just picture this conversation I'm having with myself? There! Huuuuuuuge proof of pure insanity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Erwin I need to talk to you but I'm always afraid to dial your number because I never know if you're busy at that moment and if you are then you'll get all irritated and stuff. But I miss you ok. I miss you. God, don't listen to this insane freak. She's out of her mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and does anyone have a credit card I can use? I desperately &lt;strong&gt;desperately&lt;/strong&gt; want Emma Daumas' album &lt;span style="color:ff99cc;"&gt;Le Saut de l'Ange&lt;/span&gt; but I can only get it Europe or from Amazon. Please? I'll pay you back. Promise. Honestly!! You don't believe me?? Fine..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and there's this quiz that says I'm painstaking and fussy. I bet I drive half of you guys out there crazy. Right? But that's ok. You're not obliged to answer. I'll still love you anyway.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8029054-112083484735312915?l=underneath-my-skin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://underneath-my-skin.blogspot.com/feeds/112083484735312915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8029054&amp;postID=112083484735312915' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8029054/posts/default/112083484735312915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8029054/posts/default/112083484735312915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://underneath-my-skin.blogspot.com/2005/07/havent-started-studying7-wks.html' title='[havent started studying.7 wks]'/><author><name>nuraini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08272187049820802437</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-8029054.post-111962824984639372</id><published>2005-06-24T23:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-25T00:00:18.126+08:00</updated><title type='text'>[ahhhhh this is soooo frustrating]</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff99cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mood:&lt;/strong&gt; frustrated&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Song stuck in head today: &lt;/strong&gt;Ain't No Sunshine (I would've liked the HANSON version to be stuck in my head but unfortunately it's some other person whose version I heard at the MPH cafe thingy-place)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok so now I see the immense work and difficulty it takes to create a blog/webpage layout. Honestly, I don't see how some people *coughjwcough* can create and change the templates as often as they take showers. I was just reading this tutorial on how to create iframes and stuff and to tell you the truth, IT BOGGLES MY MIND. How do people come up with this stuff??!! Well anyway I decided that I just have to get Paint Shop Pro or Photoshop so I can make my own graphics that I can be proud of. I'm so tired of looking for great icons/avvies/siggies etc. from talented people. Even though they say it's ok and that I give credit, I still feel a little bit guilty for using their work. *sigh* Anyway found this in the book I borrowed from the library.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Mirror&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am silver and exact. I have no preconceptions.&lt;br /&gt;Whatever I see I swallow immediately&lt;br /&gt;Just as it is, unmisted by love or dislike.&lt;br /&gt;I am not cruel, only truthful-&lt;br /&gt;The eye of a little god, four-cornered.&lt;br /&gt;Most of the time I meditate on the opposite wall.&lt;br /&gt;It is pink, with speckles. I have looked at it so long&lt;br /&gt;I think it is a part of my heart. But it flickers.&lt;br /&gt;Faces and darkness separate us over and over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I am a lake. A woman bends over me,&lt;br /&gt;Searching my reaches for what she really is.&lt;br /&gt;Then she turns to those liars, the candles or the moon.&lt;br /&gt;I see her back, and reflect it faithfully.&lt;br /&gt;She rewards me with tears and an agitation of hands.&lt;br /&gt;I am important to her. She comes and goes.&lt;br /&gt;Each morning it is her face that replaces the darkness.&lt;br /&gt;In me she has drowned a young girl, and in me and old&lt;br /&gt;         woman&lt;br /&gt;Rises toward her day after day, like a terrible fish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sylvia Plath&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8029054-111962824984639372?l=underneath-my-skin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://underneath-my-skin.blogspot.com/feeds/111962824984639372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8029054&amp;postID=111962824984639372' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8029054/posts/default/111962824984639372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8029054/posts/default/111962824984639372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://underneath-my-skin.blogspot.com/2005/06/ahhhhh-this-is-soooo-frustrating.html' title='[ahhhhh this is soooo frustrating]'/><author><name>nuraini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08272187049820802437</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-8029054.post-111925991797563186</id><published>2005-06-20T17:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-24T22:55:22.553+08:00</updated><title type='text'>[growing distance and I cant do anything about it]</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff99cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mood:&lt;/strong&gt; sad...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Song stuck in head today:&lt;/strong&gt; What If I'm Right by Ingram Hill&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's inevitable, I can feel it. Right in my bones, right under my skin. It sends chills down my spine yet it's a comforting feeling. Not so in the sense that it puts me at ease but that it feels right at home where it is. Makes sense? No? Well nothing in this world does. If you believe so it's time for a wake up call, a jolt into reality. *sigh* It's the distance. It's growing - at such an alarming rate. Wider and wider like the space between two mountain canyons. Like the wide oceans of the Pacific. Not even globalisation can help this one.&lt;br /&gt;JW: Yeah ditto.. we used to be close last year. I don't know what happened this year. Could it be our sitting arrangement? Or the fact that I don't come to school early anymore and that I miss out on the oppurtunity to chat with you every morning before assembly? We don't even talk online anymore and when we do talk, it's always awkward silences. Yes I can feel it.. You're still my friend babes.. Hope this gap won't worsen after TKGS. Love ya!&lt;br /&gt;Chrystal: I miss sitting in front of you so so much!! You're such a blast to talk to and our english group projects were the best! Miss ya like you won't believe. That time we went to Swensen's I had a really great time. Yes I miss hanging out with you.&lt;br /&gt;Heidi: We haven't talked in ages! We always miss each other online. It sucks! But we're not getting bored of you ok? Especially not me. Miss you loads lovey!!&lt;br /&gt;Gabz: I need to talk to you!!!! I miss you so much and can't wait to see you in December. I wish we can go back to old times when we would send each other "Please call me"s and talk on the phone without worrying how much it would cost. The movies and sleepovers and just hanging out at the mall. Man... *starting to tear up*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would do whatever it takes not to let these gaps grow any wider than they already are. I love you guys!! &lt;333&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8029054-111925991797563186?l=underneath-my-skin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://underneath-my-skin.blogspot.com/feeds/111925991797563186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8029054&amp;postID=111925991797563186' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8029054/posts/default/111925991797563186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8029054/posts/default/111925991797563186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://underneath-my-skin.blogspot.com/2005/06/growing-distance-and-i-cant-do.html' title='[growing distance and I cant do anything about it]'/><author><name>nuraini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08272187049820802437</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-8029054.post-111901151227616380</id><published>2005-06-17T20:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-17T21:48:48.046+08:00</updated><title type='text'>[sick at home.stupid post]</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff99cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mood:&lt;/strong&gt; irritated by my stupid cold&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Song stuck in head today:&lt;/strong&gt; None&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Update! 9.25 pm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Ok this totally bullshit post found on the VH1 forums totally pissed me off. WHAT THE FUCKING HELL??!! "Someone" sure have loads of time on their hands to do something moronic like this. Dude, you on drugs or something? Because you sound pretty delusional. &lt;strong&gt;GET A LIFE.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hanson's Propaganda Machine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quite positively the most propaganda laden media machine in motion these days is the one rumbling behind the scenes of Hanson. What began as 'rumor control' in the early 00's turned into a full out flying facade which has nearly crashed and burned at least three times since. Anyone who's anyone in the Hanson fan circles is aware even now that their managements attempts at building a new image for the three guys failed miserably.&lt;br /&gt;With an 'All Access' VH1 special airing in the winter of 2003/04 and an MTV Cribs episode airing months later, Hanson fans found them selves doing double takes. According to 'the guys' on VH1 all three Hansons (including Taylor and his 'wife' and son) lived together in a rented loft in New York City. However months later MTV Cribs released an episode featuring the Hansons again. Only this time, only eldest brother Isaac and youngest brother Zac lived in the same loft seen on VH1, only Taylor and his wife were said to live elsewhere in New York.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay so you're thinking, "Well so (middle brother) Taylor and his wife and son moved out," wrong. Not only were Isaacs and Zac's hair cuts identical to months previous (and not matching their hair at live appearances), but they even spoke about their recently wrapped music video "Penny &amp;amp; Me" which had originally wrapped back months ago when VH1 claimed they all lived together. Not only that but Isacc's room came complete with a baby bed and all of Taylor's wardrobe.&lt;br /&gt;What was to follow was the revelation that the Hanson brothers in fact only rented the loft for a matter of months from an artist who was out of the country at the time. Fans across the nation found themselves in a bit of shock when they realized that none of the furnishings were produced or placed by any of the Hansons themselves. The entire show on VH1's "All Access" had been nothing more than propaganda designed to make Hanson look more mature and grown up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Previously the middle brother Taylor found himself up against various rumors about his rampant open minded sexual preferences. Rumors linking him to Alex Greenwald of Phantom Planet as well as countless unknown males sent the Hanson parents and managers into a frenzy. Suddenly Taylor was engaged to his 'long time sweetheart' Natalie Bryant. What the public wasn't aware of was Miss Bryant and Taylor had broken up months before just after MTV's 20th Anniversary Bash and had not seen each other since. Suddenly eight months later Taylor marries Natalie in a shot-gun wedding (which VH1 was allowed footage from the Hansons videographer Ashley Greyson) in South Georgia. What the Hansons hoped would not become obvious soon did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According to the releases and notices Taylor and Natalie had been sweethearts for years. However as many already knew the two had a rocky relationship almost from the start. When the Hanson management filmed the wedding ceremony they never expected the public to catch on that the wedding was shot on film 'night for day' and filled with some of Central Castings best extras. Their management also had to deal with the fact that Natalie was already five months pregnant, a fact that was heavily denied by Hanson as well as their management up until it was impossible to deny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even the birth of Taylor's second 'child' daughter Penelope was a subject Taylor refused to confirm. When being asked to confirm he only replied "I don't think it's my place to announce to the world," which only makes even more people wonder how much more of a farce will their image become before it all falls apart.&lt;br /&gt;It really is no surprise that in the entertainment industry management will work to produce a specific image for their clients. However it seems the Hansons management has failed at doing so, and failed miserably. Lucky for them the only people who believe what management has created are those who have not paid attention for the past six years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently they are trying to portray an indie image. Where music is all that matters and all that ever will matter. What Hanson and their management probably hope never gets out in the USA is that they're currently in talks (to sell out) with a company in Japan as well as the United Kingdom. Apparently their funds are running dry and selling rights to their music for bubble gum and car commercials is alright, at least if no one notices. Right guys?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;started as a stunt to keep Taylor Hansons image 'straight' his brothers 'more mature' and their lifestyles more 'fashionable' only turned out to make them a laughing stock to everyone who knows them. Sadly VH1 only proved they are pandering to the fictional life the Hansons wish everyone to believe as fact. This became obvious during VH1's 100 Greatest Child Stars special with Hanson at 98.&lt;br /&gt;Remember, everything is not always what it seems.&lt;br /&gt;Someone, who knows.&lt;br /&gt;________________________________________________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up this morning to find that I could not feel my nose. Why? Because I fell sick. Lol in answer to what Erwin asked (he asked how come I was falling sick): I contracted the flu virus and it is now invading my body cells in order to make new copies of itself and thus invade more unsuspecting body cells. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Gosh.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; See what studying Biology for a whole week can do to you. So I basically stayed at home doing nothing. &lt;strong&gt;NOTHING. &lt;/strong&gt;N-O-T-H-I-N-G. Nada. Zilch. You get the picture. Well, I watched &lt;span style="color:#ff99cc;"&gt;The Apprentice&lt;/span&gt; on Star World. The Pepsi episode. It's kinda interesting. Seeing that I NEVER watch The Apprentice. It's interesting really to see how people can turn into the worst kind of characters when they lose. Yup, losing sucks but I never realised they bring out the absolute worst in people. Maybe I should lose often. That way I can actually debate well. I feel for Donald Trump for seeing that kind of fights on the show. If it was me, I'd run out of the room screaming. Guess I'm not really cut out for the corporate world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I hate having the freaking flu!!! It does irritating shit to your nose. I must have gone through an entire box of tissues by now. And my eyes are tearing up too! ARGH!!! Feel sympathetic for me. NOW.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8029054-111901151227616380?l=underneath-my-skin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://underneath-my-skin.blogspot.com/feeds/111901151227616380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8029054&amp;postID=111901151227616380' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8029054/posts/default/111901151227616380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8029054/posts/default/111901151227616380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://underneath-my-skin.blogspot.com/2005/06/sick-at-homestupid-post.html' title='[sick at home.stupid post]'/><author><name>nuraini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08272187049820802437</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-8029054.post-111884698264007026</id><published>2005-06-15T22:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-15T22:49:42.710+08:00</updated><title type='text'>[helpless.poem maybe?]</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:ff99cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mood:&lt;/strong&gt; OK I guess&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Song stuck in head today:&lt;/strong&gt; Find Your Way Back by Michelle Branch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry&lt;br /&gt;For what I've done&lt;br /&gt;Or for what I've not done&lt;br /&gt;I'm afraid&lt;br /&gt;Of what I'm unsure of&lt;br /&gt;Of what I don't know&lt;br /&gt;I'm helpless&lt;br /&gt;For the things I cannot do&lt;br /&gt;For the things I fail to say&lt;br /&gt;The tears in your voice say it all&lt;br /&gt;And you crawl&lt;br /&gt;Painfully to that open door that's slowly closing in on you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's creaking shut&lt;br /&gt;The light is dimming&lt;br /&gt;You scream out&lt;br /&gt;But&lt;br /&gt;There is no one who hears you.&lt;br /&gt;Or is there?&lt;br /&gt;I could be on the other side&lt;br /&gt;To help you&lt;br /&gt;Hold you tight.&lt;br /&gt;I'm trying&lt;br /&gt;Trust me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8029054-111884698264007026?l=underneath-my-skin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://underneath-my-skin.blogspot.com/feeds/111884698264007026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8029054&amp;postID=111884698264007026' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8029054/posts/default/111884698264007026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8029054/posts/default/111884698264007026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://underneath-my-skin.blogspot.com/2005/06/helplesspoem-maybe.html' title='[helpless.poem maybe?]'/><author><name>nuraini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08272187049820802437</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-8029054.post-111867613401861695</id><published>2005-06-13T23:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-13T23:22:14.026+08:00</updated><title type='text'>[it's good to be home]</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:ff99cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mood:&lt;/strong&gt; contented&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Song stuck in head today:&lt;/strong&gt; that new song by Marion Raven&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aaaahhhhhh.... It's good to be home. Finally. All together... Here's to more late nights, wacky jokes, hug-tackles, Hannah's dances, and loves-up-on-my-fave-people! And most importantly, to more wonderful memories. &lt;span style="color:ff99cc;"&gt;Lost without each other&lt;/span&gt; - where you want to be. I love my HLers!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8029054-111867613401861695?l=underneath-my-skin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://underneath-my-skin.blogspot.com/feeds/111867613401861695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8029054&amp;postID=111867613401861695' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8029054/posts/default/111867613401861695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8029054/posts/default/111867613401861695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://underneath-my-skin.blogspot.com/2005/06/its-good-to-be-home.html' title='[it&apos;s good to be home]'/><author><name>nuraini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08272187049820802437</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-8029054.post-111855823243617030</id><published>2005-06-12T14:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-12T21:27:26.460+08:00</updated><title type='text'>[where's everyone?]</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff99cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mood:&lt;/strong&gt; ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Song stuck in head today:&lt;/strong&gt; Dandelion by Audioslave&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Update! 9.30pm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;New board is up! Thanks loads Lisa. Loving the new boards! *hugs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last couple of days, I was so sad and confused. &lt;span style="color:#ff99cc;"&gt;Lost without each other&lt;/span&gt; was gone. No one was around on HF.Net. Where was everyone?? I felt so cut off, so out of the loop. Then I left a message on Hannah's LJ telling her I missed talking to her and that the whole situation was confusing. And she said that &lt;strong&gt;Ste shut the new board down.&lt;/strong&gt; Man... That's it. I think I'm not going to be posting on HF anymore. Everything's just so different. It's not a place I want to go to anymore. That place was great when I joined it but those people who made it wonderful there aren't around anymore. They've been banned, deleted.. gone.. I'll miss the times in HL where I stay up late.. talking about really random lame stuff... the hug-tackles.. Hannah's silly dances.. Yeah... the whole thing really sucks. But the good thing is Lisa will be getting us a new board. Can't wait for it. Yeah I guess this is kinda like a new beginning....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8029054-111855823243617030?l=underneath-my-skin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://underneath-my-skin.blogspot.com/feeds/111855823243617030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8029054&amp;postID=111855823243617030' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8029054/posts/default/111855823243617030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8029054/posts/default/111855823243617030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://underneath-my-skin.blogspot.com/2005/06/wheres-everyone.html' title='[where&apos;s everyone?]'/><author><name>nuraini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08272187049820802437</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-8029054.post-111814714475883384</id><published>2005-06-07T20:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-07T20:25:44.820+08:00</updated><title type='text'>[lostwithouteachother]</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:ff99cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mood:&lt;/strong&gt; sad and disappointed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Song stuck in head today: &lt;/strong&gt;A Decade Under The Influence by Taking Back Sunday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swear everything's so different now. It's confusing me. One minute we're all one big happy bunch and the next things explode. It's hard to write this without hurting anybody, but I wish it would go away. It should never have been like this. Well, it's just not the same anymore. There's no such thing as being able to say what exactly you're thinking. Your &lt;strong&gt;opinion&lt;/strong&gt; just goes by unnoticed. Or worse, intentionally ignored. It sucks. What happened? I don't know but I should have seen the signs. I guess it's kind of stupid of me to not see them before. I want things to go back to how they used to be but it just &lt;strong&gt;can't&lt;/strong&gt;. It's not possible. Things have gone across the line. I guess I have to be strong enough to walk away...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many times do I have to tell you?&lt;br /&gt;How many times do I have to say it?&lt;br /&gt;You just won't believe me, will you?&lt;br /&gt;You just won't hear the truth.&lt;br /&gt;Are you even listening to yourself?&lt;br /&gt;Or are you turning a deaf ear&lt;br /&gt;Closing one eye&lt;br /&gt;To everything that's happening around you?&lt;br /&gt;Don't be naive, my dear.&lt;br /&gt;Things are not all they seem.&lt;br /&gt;You reach for something you don't have&lt;br /&gt;Never had&lt;br /&gt;Will never have.&lt;br /&gt;Pathetic&lt;br /&gt;Why do you keep doing the things you do?&lt;br /&gt;How many times must you repeat the same mistakes?&lt;br /&gt;You just don't see it, do you?&lt;br /&gt;You wait until it's too late&lt;br /&gt;Until we start writing our wrongs on blank pieces of paper&lt;br /&gt;Fill them up with useless rants about how&lt;br /&gt;You should have never done what you did&lt;br /&gt;You should have listened to your intuition&lt;br /&gt;You should have just seen the signs.&lt;br /&gt;But you didn't.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8029054-111814714475883384?l=underneath-my-skin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://underneath-my-skin.blogspot.com/feeds/111814714475883384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8029054&amp;postID=111814714475883384' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8029054/posts/default/111814714475883384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8029054/posts/default/111814714475883384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://underneath-my-skin.blogspot.com/2005/06/lostwithouteachother.html' title='[lostwithouteachother]'/><author><name>nuraini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08272187049820802437</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-8029054.post-111789896039112449</id><published>2005-06-04T23:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-04T23:29:20.470+08:00</updated><title type='text'>[shopping.madagascar]</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:ff99cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mood:&lt;/strong&gt; happy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Song stuck in head today:&lt;/strong&gt; Jerk It Out by Caesars&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yay! Update time! Bet you missed me right? LMAO&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was a relatively thrilling Saturday. I woke up with no agenda, no to-do list and I ended up doing so much. I wanted to get a haircut at first but then decided against it because I spent like an hour in the shower conditioning and applying hairmask to my hair.  So we decided to go out shopping and watch &lt;span style="color:ff99cc;"&gt;'Madagascar'&lt;/span&gt;. That makes it the second time I've watched it and the third movie I've watched this past week. Past movies include &lt;span style="color:ff99cc;"&gt;'Saw'&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:ff99cc;"&gt;'Cursed'&lt;/span&gt;(by the way, don't watch this movie. It seriously SUCKS ASS). Anyway, went to &lt;strong&gt;HMV&lt;/strong&gt; today because I decided I needed more music which is actually worth listening to. And guess what I saw under the 'T' section?&lt;strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:ff99cc;"&gt;Taking Back Sunday!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Yes, Where You Want To Be was like right under my nose and I didn't notice it. But it cost like freaking $43!!! Ah... what the heck? It's worth it because TBS absolutely ROCKS!!! Then went to Takashimaya and bought a pair of jeans from Zara and a pair of cargo pants from Fox. Man there were sooooo many people. Didn't realise there could actually be an overcrowding of the human species. We really DO need more space.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, quite a lot has happened this past week. Just didn't have the time to blog it all. And when I did have the time ie. yesterday, something happened to Blogger so I couldn't blog. Dang it. Lol. Anyway, so happy for Ella. Yup, she finally won her case against that Marly something-or-other. Plagiarism is seriously NOT COOL. You people out there who write stories and such and make them available on the web, be careful this doesn't happen to you. Some people will do ANYTHING to satisfy their thirst for fame and recognition in all the wrong ways. But that was kind of stupid. I mean come on... 'Catapult' is like such a well-known fiction in the HANSON fans community. And this Marly chick copied everything, just changing the names to turn it into a McFly fic. MCFLY???!!!! Ewwwwwww.... Taylor and Alley suddenly became Danny and Alley. That's just twisted. Glad that Ella won in the end and that all of Marly's 'fiction' sites got closed down by Freewebs and her fiction thread in the McFly boards got taken down by the Mods. Go Ella!! Can't wait for the ending of Catapult.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, I went to TJC with Ying Lin to hand in our DSA forms. Firstly, we started off late because Ying Lin still hadn't gotten her nomination from Mrs Kong. We were supposed to go on Thursday but the nomination wasn't ready. So we reached TJC around 3.55pm. And guess what? My form got rejected. Why? Because my documents were photocopied so the school stamp wasn't the one in blue. Well how was I supposed to know? I have to hand in another set to VJC. And my ISCT documents needed stamps too. So I had to practically rush back to TKGS to get the documents stamped again. Thank you so much to Miss Elaine who had to sign my neverending sheets of documents. Her hand must be so tired after that. Thanks so much. Miss Elaine rocks!! Anyway rushed back to TJ with Clara(she had the same problem). Made it in time. 5 mins before the deadline. Handed in the form and that's it. I'm sooooo getting Dad to come with me when I go hand in the form to VJC. And I am NOT waiting til 3 July to hand in. I'm going to go when Dad comes home. That would be on 8 June. wouldn't want the same thing to happen again....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8029054-111789896039112449?l=underneath-my-skin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://underneath-my-skin.blogspot.com/feeds/111789896039112449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8029054&amp;postID=111789896039112449' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8029054/posts/default/111789896039112449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8029054/posts/default/111789896039112449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://underneath-my-skin.blogspot.com/2005/06/shoppingmadagascar.html' title='[shopping.madagascar]'/><author><name>nuraini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08272187049820802437</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-8029054.post-111693878814195285</id><published>2005-05-24T20:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-24T20:46:28.146+08:00</updated><title type='text'>[lenny]</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:ff99cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mood:&lt;/strong&gt; sad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Song stuck in head today:&lt;/strong&gt; none&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lenny came online just now. God, I miss him so much! I was so surprised when he said hi. I expected it to be his roommate or something. That happens sometimes. His roommates use his account. So I was like &lt;em&gt;'Who's this?'&lt;/em&gt; And he was like &lt;em&gt;'It's Lenny.'&lt;/em&gt; And I screamed. Literally. Then I asked him if he was serious. Hell I even asked stuff about cape town which made me positive it was him. Man I miss him loads!!!! Apparently he's now on a three-day rest period in Camp Fallujah and he doesn't know when he'll be able to go back to Cape Town. I hope he gets to go back in December so I can see him. Our conversation was too short but he said he had to go because his time was up. He even said that he slept til 10 and that's considered late in the MC. Gosh.. 10am is like normal for me on a non-school day (it's around 3.30-4pm there now by the way). The worst part is I couldn't tell him what I needed to tell him. Again. God I can so kick myself in the ass! I was about to but he went offline before I could hit enter. Oh well.. hopefully soon I'll be able to talk to him again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8029054-111693878814195285?l=underneath-my-skin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://underneath-my-skin.blogspot.com/feeds/111693878814195285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8029054&amp;postID=111693878814195285' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8029054/posts/default/111693878814195285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8029054/posts/default/111693878814195285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://underneath-my-skin.blogspot.com/2005/05/lenny.html' title='[lenny]'/><author><name>nuraini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08272187049820802437</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-8029054.post-111682147637600695</id><published>2005-05-23T11:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-23T12:11:16.383+08:00</updated><title type='text'>[mayfest.michael tolcher]</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:ff99cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mood:&lt;/strong&gt; hungry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Song stuck in head today:&lt;/strong&gt; Mission Responsible by Michael Tolcher&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So HANSON returned to their hometown of Tulsa, Oklahoma for &lt;span style="color:ff99cc;"&gt;Mayfest 2005&lt;/span&gt;. Mayfest is an outdoor tribute to music and the arts and is a family-oriented event. It is Tulsa's renowned festival of the arts and this year HANSON was headlining the festival, performing on the Tulsa World Spot Stage on Fri 20 May. Heard it was a blast and there was even one song where Taylor dedicated it to his baby girl Penelope. That man is the greatest dad. Anyway after the performance, there was an exclusive H.Net members-only screening of the new documentary which will be released later this year. About 900 people showed up for the screening. And on HF.Net, a whole new thread had to be made regarding documentary spoilers which some people are due to mention and discuss. Seriously, I couldn't stop myself from clicking on the thread. Anyway, the first mention of the documentary only appeared like on the sixth page of the thread and one of the posts was about this man Bob Marlette. Apparently he was working undercover for Island Def Jam to ruin HANSON's careers from the time the first album was released under IDJ. For those of you who don't know, Island Def Jam is the record label under which HANSON released their second studio album &lt;strong&gt;This Time Around &lt;/strong&gt;in 2000 after their first album under Mercury Records. However, HANSON had problems with IDJ and so they split from IDJ and formed their own record label 3CG Records in 2003. Anyway this bit about Bob Marlette. From what someone posted, he was trying to ruin HANSON's career. And get this: he worked with HANSON on two of their songs. That seriously made me feel sick. Traitor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I have to go now because I have to go study. Yesterday and Saturday was spent doing absolutely nothing so I gues I have to study the whole day today. Put up a new song on the blog. Mission Responsible by Michael Tolcher. He rocks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8029054-111682147637600695?l=underneath-my-skin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://underneath-my-skin.blogspot.com/feeds/111682147637600695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8029054&amp;postID=111682147637600695' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8029054/posts/default/111682147637600695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8029054/posts/default/111682147637600695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://underneath-my-skin.blogspot.com/2005/05/mayfestmichael-tolcher.html' title='[mayfest.michael tolcher]'/><author><name>nuraini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08272187049820802437</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-8029054.post-111598363168213346</id><published>2005-05-13T19:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-13T19:27:11.756+08:00</updated><title type='text'>[long time didn't blog.sori too lazy]</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff99cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mood:&lt;/strong&gt; headache-y&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Song stuck in head today:&lt;/strong&gt; Without You by Clay Aiken and Kim Locke&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I obviously have not blogged in ages. The last post was my stupid sadistic poem which I wrote even though I stink at writing poems. Which all happen to be MORBID. But thanks anyway Mal. For once, just ONCE I'd like to see me write a happy one. But it probably won't happen because yeah.. my poems stink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically this past week has been pretty much uneventful. But being me, I'll probably exaggerate everything to make it seem like this week was the best ever. To start off, my phone ceased functioning. Yes, finish. Kaput. KO. Poof! The stupid screen went blank. It still works as in I can call and stuff but I can't see anything on my screen. And I think that if I want to continue using that phone I must be out of my mind. So I'm using my old phone now. Damn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr Peh (damn he's always in my posts. soooo annoying) made us draw bean seeds. Which are about 1 cm long. How the hell are we supposed to draw something so microscopic? Yeah I know.. use the hand lens.. But still. Argh! I hate drawing. And our practicals this year will have a lot of drawings because Mr Peh said he's setting the paper and he's putting in a lot of drawing stuff. I swear, he just wants to make a mockery of our inability to draw credible looking drawings. Someone assassinate him before I really do it myself. (Haha kidding... what would TKGS be without him around?) Well less "spring tests" that's for sure. He came into class today and the first thing he said was that we have to do an essay question in 15 mins. Something about pollination and asexual reproduction. What bullshit. I just wrote complete crap. If I even got marks for it, I'll be laughing my ass off my chair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Physics formative sucked today. I think I can only get a few marks. Maybe barely pass. All I need is 3 marks to get my A1. &lt;strong&gt;PLEASE.&lt;/strong&gt; I don't even care if I don't top the class. Just give me my 3 marks and I'm happy. WHY MUST D.C. CIRCUITS BE SO DAMN COMPLICATED?!!! I hate that stupid chapter. I almost cried while doing the paper just now. And it was Physics!! A formative!! That's how bad it was. Can't believe some stupid formative is going to make or break my A1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went all the way to Tampines station today. Yeah call me crazy.  I could just stop at Eunos and go home from there but no.. I had to waste my time and go all the way to &lt;em&gt;Tampines&lt;/em&gt;. I just wanted to be in the MRT longer with raidah, yinglin and brammi. &lt;strong&gt;HUUUUUUUGE&lt;/strong&gt; mistake. Tampines freaked me out. Seriously. It was the creepiest moment ever. Remind me &lt;u&gt;never&lt;/u&gt; to go to Tampines again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And speaking of MRT.. we (raidah, brammi, yinglin and I) met three girls a couple of days ago. Three extremely rude, uncouth, foul, vulgar, offensive (shit I'm running out of synonyms) girls. Ok fine.. &lt;strong&gt;BITCHES!!!&lt;/strong&gt; Racist fags. It started in the 76 bus heading towards the station. When we boarded we went to the back of the bus. Sitting near us were three girls. They started snickering and giggling and pointing at us. But I think more towards brammi. We didn't know what in freaking hell their problem was. They were like looking at us. Pathetic scums. Then when we stopped at the station, we purposely walked reeeeal slow. Guess what? They walked reeeeeeeal slow behind us too. Stupid fuckers. Then at the platform they went to the end. I suggested we go to the other end. So we did. And I thought that was the end of the story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But raidah told me that after I got off at Eunos the girls CAME OVER FROM THE OTHER SIDE OF THE TRAIN. Doesn't that tell you something? It was obvious they weren't happy with just leaving my friends alone. raidah said they started saying things like: "That one ah. That's the one. Stupid bitch." And pointing in brammi's direction. And I don't really know what happened after that but apparently they were like staring at each other (As in yinglin brammi and raidah staring at the 3 girls and the girls staring back). Then at Tampines they got off and one of them said something like: "What you staring at, you black shit" to brammi. &lt;strong&gt;WHAT. THE. FUCKING. HELL?&lt;/strong&gt; And brammi just stuck out the finger. One of the girls started to bitch and complain about it, and here's the best part: the door closed on her! Serves the stupid bitches right. Man that was a rant post. So many expletives in two paragraphs. But whatever. I don't give a shit. Man I'd give anything to have been there. Would have given them a piece of my mind. Even though I'm in uniform. Shit that was the one advantage they had. They weren't in uniforms. Probably because they're too stupid to even go to school. Or maybe they're one of those dim-witted UWC people. Racist fags. &lt;strong&gt;GO EAT SHIT!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway this a really long post. I've got to get off now. Sis wants to use the comp. OMG I'm in love with Peterpan. And Ryan Cabrera's new song. And I'm going to &lt;span style="color:ff99cc;"&gt;Gema Temasek&lt;/span&gt; tomorrow. Gonna see dila. Miss her to bits.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8029054-111598363168213346?l=underneath-my-skin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://underneath-my-skin.blogspot.com/feeds/111598363168213346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8029054&amp;postID=111598363168213346' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8029054/posts/default/111598363168213346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8029054/posts/default/111598363168213346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://underneath-my-skin.blogspot.com/2005/05/long-time-didnt-blogsori-too-lazy.html' title='[long time didn&apos;t blog.sori too lazy]'/><author><name>nuraini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08272187049820802437</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-8029054.post-111556269332103186</id><published>2005-05-08T22:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-08T22:36:12.603+08:00</updated><title type='text'>[random poem]</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff99cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mood:&lt;/strong&gt; kinda down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Song stuck in head today:&lt;/strong&gt; More Than Anyone by Gavin DeGraw&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a poem I wrote today. Nothing good. It's been ages since I wrote one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Nostalgia&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Memories seem so long ago&lt;br /&gt;Untouched and tucked away&lt;br /&gt;in a hidden dusty corner of the&lt;br /&gt;attic.&lt;br /&gt;In a little box full to the brim.&lt;br /&gt;Where's the key?&lt;br /&gt;It's not locked.&lt;br /&gt;Then why can't I open it?&lt;br /&gt;I'm afraid -&lt;br /&gt;Of what?&lt;br /&gt;- to explore its secret contents.&lt;br /&gt;Afraid&lt;br /&gt;of unleashing something powerful.&lt;br /&gt;Painful.&lt;br /&gt;Like Pandora's Box.&lt;br /&gt;Wave of emotions. Myriad of feelings.&lt;br /&gt;So I leave it&lt;br /&gt;and it hurts more.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8029054-111556269332103186?l=underneath-my-skin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://underneath-my-skin.blogspot.com/feeds/111556269332103186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8029054&amp;postID=111556269332103186' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8029054/posts/default/111556269332103186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8029054/posts/default/111556269332103186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://underneath-my-skin.blogspot.com/2005/05/random-poem.html' title='[random poem]'/><author><name>nuraini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08272187049820802437</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-8029054.post-111538597162604476</id><published>2005-05-06T21:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-06T21:26:11.716+08:00</updated><title type='text'>[HAPPY HANSON DAY!!]</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:ff99cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mood:&lt;/strong&gt; elated&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Song stuck in head today:&lt;/strong&gt; Penny And Me by HANSON&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I sit here in front of the computer listening to This Time Around and chatting in HL, I feel so grateful that HANSON released Penny And Me and their 3rd studio album &lt;strong&gt;Underneath&lt;/strong&gt;. If they hadn't I wouldn't know what I'm missing out on. First off, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:ff99cc;"&gt;HAPPY HANSON DAY!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; to all HANSON fans out there. It's almost over here. 3 more hours. THE MUSIC LIVES and 8 whole years is proof of that. Here's to more HANSON days to come. How did I spend my day? Well, putting aside that I was late to school and I had a Physics test which I think I flunked, I spent the day listening to Underneath and This Time Around (damn, I wish I have Middle Of Nowhere *hint hint*) and when I got home I watched UAL. Twice. So yeah I think it was a great HANSON day for me. My first official one. Last year I wasn't so caught up in the hype because I didn't really have anyone to get excited with. And now I have all the wonderful people on HF.Net. Hanson fans rock!! Ok now I'm listening to Penny And Me and I swear, this will always be my favourite song. It made me a HANSON fan. And I'm proud of it. Don't care what you all say. These guys write their own music, play their own instruments, own their own recording company. All in their twenties. What more can you ask for?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Penny And Me&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Cigars in the summertime&lt;br /&gt;Under the sky by the light I can feel you read my mind&lt;br /&gt;I can see it in her eyes&lt;br /&gt;Under the moon as it plays like music every line&lt;br /&gt;There's a rug with a bleeding dye&lt;br /&gt;Under the fan in the room where the passion's burning high&lt;br /&gt;By the chair with the leopard skin under the light&lt;br /&gt;It's alway Penny and me tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the plane step with both my feet&lt;br /&gt;Riding in seat number three on a flight to NYC&lt;br /&gt;Got my bean in a coffee cup next to my seat&lt;br /&gt;Catch the view and another good book to read&lt;br /&gt;Sitting at home over the friendly skies missing her eyes&lt;br /&gt;It's always Penny and me tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Penny and me like to roll the windows down&lt;br /&gt;Turn the radio up push the pedal to the ground&lt;br /&gt;Penny and me like to gaze at starry skies&lt;br /&gt;Close our eyes pretend to fly&lt;br /&gt;It's always Penny and me tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Staring at a million city lights&lt;br /&gt;But still Penny and I are all alone benath the sky&lt;br /&gt;Feel the wind brushing slowly by&lt;br /&gt;If I could soar I'd try, to take these wings and fly&lt;br /&gt;Away to where the leaves turn red&lt;br /&gt;But no matter where I am instead&lt;br /&gt;Singing along to feeling alright&lt;br /&gt;Or making it by under pink moonlight&lt;br /&gt;It's always Penny and me tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Penny and me like to roll the windows down&lt;br /&gt;Turn the radio up push the pedal to the ground&lt;br /&gt;Penny and me like to gaze at starry skies&lt;br /&gt;Close our eyes pretend to fly&lt;br /&gt;It's always Penny and me tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Penny likes to get away&lt;br /&gt;And drown her pain, in lemonade&lt;br /&gt;Penny dreams of rainy days&lt;br /&gt;And nights up late, by the fireplace&lt;br /&gt;And aimless conversations about the better days&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Singing along to feeling alright&lt;br /&gt;And making it by under pink moonlight&lt;br /&gt;It's always Penny and me tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Penny and me like to roll the windows down&lt;br /&gt;Turn the radio up push the pedal to the ground&lt;br /&gt;Penny and me like to gaze at starry skies&lt;br /&gt;Close our eyes pretend to fly&lt;br /&gt;It's always Penny and me tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Penny and me tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man I remember when this song hit airwaves here. I would listen to the radio to sleep and I would wake up to this song. It's a great way to start the day. Especially when my eyes were just fluttering open and this song plays on the radio. Or when I'm watching MTV, I would be thinking of the video and it would play. Sigh.. the good old days. Oh and sparkey from HF.Net made this. I think it's awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v518/pizzafan/hansonday19972ds.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Music Lives.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8029054-111538597162604476?l=underneath-my-skin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://underneath-my-skin.blogspot.com/feeds/111538597162604476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8029054&amp;postID=111538597162604476' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8029054/posts/default/111538597162604476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8029054/posts/default/111538597162604476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://underneath-my-skin.blogspot.com/2005/05/happy-hanson-day.html' title='[HAPPY HANSON DAY!!]'/><author><name>nuraini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08272187049820802437</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-8029054.post-111512439270231011</id><published>2005-05-03T20:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-03T20:46:32.703+08:00</updated><title type='text'>[shit bio and physics. a.math too]</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:ff99cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mood:&lt;/strong&gt; head hurts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Song stuck in head today:&lt;/strong&gt; Chariot by Gavin DeGraw&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got back Bio CA and SPA today. Didn't do so well. Failed the SPA. Grade for Bio dropped from last term. Well anyway I'm too lazy to blog. Chatting on HF.Net now. It just got up and running again on sunday. Miss HL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Chariot&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Staring at a maple leaf&lt;br /&gt;Leaning on the mother tree&lt;br /&gt;I said to myself we've all lost touch&lt;br /&gt;Your favourite fruit is chocolate covered cherries&lt;br /&gt;And seedless watermelon&lt;br /&gt;Nothing from the ground is good enough&lt;br /&gt;Body Rise&lt;br /&gt;Look what's over me&lt;br /&gt;Oh chariot&lt;br /&gt;Your golden waves&lt;br /&gt;Are walking down&lt;br /&gt;Upon this face&lt;br /&gt;Oh chariot&lt;br /&gt;I'm singing out loud&lt;br /&gt;To guide me&lt;br /&gt;Give me your strength&lt;br /&gt;Remember seeing moon's rebirth&lt;br /&gt;Rains made mirrors of the earth&lt;br /&gt;The sun was just yellow energy&lt;br /&gt;There is a living promised land&lt;br /&gt;Even over fields of sand&lt;br /&gt;Seasons fill my mind&lt;br /&gt;And cover me&lt;br /&gt;Bring it back&lt;br /&gt;More than a memory&lt;br /&gt;Oh chariot&lt;br /&gt;Your golden waves&lt;br /&gt;Are walking down&lt;br /&gt;Upon this face&lt;br /&gt;Oh chariot&lt;br /&gt;I'm singing out loud&lt;br /&gt;To guide me&lt;br /&gt;Give me your strength&lt;br /&gt;You'll be my vacation away from this place&lt;br /&gt;You know what I want&lt;br /&gt;Holding that cup that's pouring over the sides&lt;br /&gt;You make me want to spread my arms and fly&lt;br /&gt;Oh chariot&lt;br /&gt;Your golden waves&lt;br /&gt;Are walking down&lt;br /&gt;Upon this face&lt;br /&gt;Oh chariot&lt;br /&gt;I'm singing out loud&lt;br /&gt;To guide me&lt;br /&gt;Give me your strength&lt;br /&gt;Oh chariot&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8029054-111512439270231011?l=underneath-my-skin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://underneath-my-skin.blogspot.com/feeds/111512439270231011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8029054&amp;postID=111512439270231011' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8029054/posts/default/111512439270231011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8029054/posts/default/111512439270231011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://underneath-my-skin.blogspot.com/2005/05/shit-bio-and-physics-amath-too.html' title='[shit bio and physics. a.math too]'/><author><name>nuraini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08272187049820802437</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-8029054.post-111492445272981658</id><published>2005-05-01T13:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-01T13:17:13.410+08:00</updated><title type='text'>[shopping yesterday bored today]</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff99cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mood:&lt;/strong&gt; bored&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Song stuck in head today:&lt;/strong&gt; It's Not Me by 3 Doors Down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K haven't blogged in a couple of days. I was just plain lazy to type the entries. Well anyway, since today is Labour Day I'm stuck at home with virtually nothing to do except go online or watch TV. Except the latter can't really do because the TV has suddenly turned &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;green&lt;/span&gt; (don't ask). Homework or studying? Don't even go there. Today is officially the last day for me to slack off and relax before I start doing some serious studying starting from tomorrow. CCA for Sec 4's have officially ended and I don't want to let all that free time go to waste. Well.. except for now.. call it procrastinating if you want but I don't really feel like doing anything this very hot Sunday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway maybe it's best I stay at home today (it's not because I'm &lt;em&gt;boring&lt;/em&gt;) just that I went out yesterday. Shopping. 4 hours. Bought a lot. &lt;em&gt;Spent&lt;/em&gt; a lot. Hope dad doesn't check my account balance because if he does, I'm seriously screwed. Geez nuraini, can't you keep your shopaholic addictions down just a tad? What the hell is wrong with you? But yesterday was soooo full of satisfaction. Haven't gone shopping like that in ages!! And yeah.. can't wait to do that again. Once my savings go up again that is. This is total bullshit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8029054-111492445272981658?l=underneath-my-skin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://underneath-my-skin.blogspot.com/feeds/111492445272981658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8029054&amp;postID=111492445272981658' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8029054/posts/default/111492445272981658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8029054/posts/default/111492445272981658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://underneath-my-skin.blogspot.com/2005/05/shopping-yesterday-bored-today.html' title='[shopping yesterday bored today]'/><author><name>nuraini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08272187049820802437</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-8029054.post-111469881157177973</id><published>2005-04-28T22:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-28T22:33:31.573+08:00</updated><title type='text'>[constantine marioulis]</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:ff99cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mood:&lt;/strong&gt; haha feeling kinda cracked up (thanks a lot erwin)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Song stuck in head today:&lt;/strong&gt; Lonely No More by Rob Thomas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, put up a new song on the blog. Lonely No More by Rob Thomas. Love this song to bits!! It's been playing over and over in my head all day. Not good when you're trying to concentrate on lessons. Anyway.. yeah &lt;span style="color:ff99cc;"&gt;'The O.C.'&lt;/span&gt; is on now so.. ciao!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.: I love you Constantine. It's so sad to see you go...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8029054-111469881157177973?l=underneath-my-skin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://underneath-my-skin.blogspot.com/feeds/111469881157177973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8029054&amp;postID=111469881157177973' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8029054/posts/default/111469881157177973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8029054/posts/default/111469881157177973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://underneath-my-skin.blogspot.com/2005/04/constantine-marioulis.html' title='[constantine marioulis]'/><author><name>nuraini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08272187049820802437</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-8029054.post-111461102949398345</id><published>2005-04-27T22:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-28T15:24:22.590+08:00</updated><title type='text'>[depressed.i'm so sorry elia...]</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff99cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mood:&lt;/strong&gt; depressed.. but feeling a little bit better now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Songs stuck in head today:&lt;/strong&gt; Chicago and Never Be The Same both by Ingram Hill&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is the reason why I'm down right now. It's been insane. Maybe that's exaggerating, but I really feel that today was such a bad day and it simply dragged on to like now. Heard that for the Bio SPA it was supposed to be the Biuret test. &lt;em&gt;Great.&lt;/em&gt; Why did I have to do the Benedict's solution test instead. ENZYMES!!!! They're supposed to be &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;PROTEINS&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt; I am such a dumbass. Then during Bio, Mr Peh said that the class average was around 8.5. Out of 20. And he marked it leniently. I'm screwed. Someone shoot me right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well anyway I don't really know what to write or maybe even how to write what's really in my head right now.. so I think the best way to describe it is by posting the song &lt;span style="color:#ff99cc;"&gt;'Believe'&lt;/span&gt; by HANSON:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Believe&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was holding on, now I'm letting go&lt;br /&gt;This is nothing more than a picture show&lt;br /&gt;Everything I knew now I hardly know&lt;br /&gt;Busy keeping less never getting more&lt;br /&gt;One more nickel dime I'm out the door&lt;br /&gt;This kind of life I can't afford&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to believe there's something to believe&lt;br /&gt;I would live only just to believe&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I'd love to believe&lt;br /&gt;It's not only me that's longing only just to believe&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I want to believe&lt;br /&gt;I want to believe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't put my mind at ease with the words I say&lt;br /&gt;Trying to get myself to get out of my way&lt;br /&gt;Birds in the trees just make me depressed&lt;br /&gt;Seeing sunny skies feeling emptiness&lt;br /&gt;Layers of lies just seem to fold&lt;br /&gt;This kind of life is all I know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to believe there's something to believe&lt;br /&gt;I would live only just to believe&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I'd love to believe&lt;br /&gt;It's not only me that's longing only just to believe&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I want to believe&lt;br /&gt;I want to believe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Murder wears a friendly smile&lt;br /&gt;Like the perfect end in a plastic vial&lt;br /&gt;No pain&lt;br /&gt;Sorry I can't seem to stay&lt;br /&gt;But this bird was meant to fly away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Layers of lies just seem to fold&lt;br /&gt;This kind of life is all I know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to believe there's something to believe&lt;br /&gt;I would live only just to believe&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I'd love to believe&lt;br /&gt;It's not only me that's longing only just to believe&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I want to believe&lt;br /&gt;I want to believe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will believe&lt;br /&gt;I'd love to believe&lt;br /&gt;I can believe in something&lt;br /&gt;I will believe&lt;br /&gt;I'd love to believe&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe in nothing&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8029054-111461102949398345?l=underneath-my-skin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://underneath-my-skin.blogspot.com/feeds/111461102949398345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8029054&amp;postID=111461102949398345' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8029054/posts/default/111461102949398345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8029054/posts/default/111461102949398345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://underneath-my-skin.blogspot.com/2005/04/depressedim-so-sorry-elia.html' title='[depressed.i&apos;m so sorry elia...]'/><author><name>nuraini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08272187049820802437</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-8029054.post-111417988421171184</id><published>2005-04-22T22:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-22T22:33:15.906+08:00</updated><title type='text'>[syf. bio practical sucked.]</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff99cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mood:&lt;/strong&gt; subdued&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Song stuck in head today:&lt;/strong&gt; Tangled Up In Me by Skye Sweetnam (thanks loads nurul)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok we didn't get Gold with honours. Neither did we get a Gold. Silver. That's what we got. A silver award. Honestly I did expect it but part of me didn't want to believe in it. We wanted the gold soooo much. And it would have been better if we had gotten the Gold with honours. Partly because we felt we had to prove something to the school that Drama Club isn't 'Bronze material' especially to those with &lt;em&gt;that&lt;/em&gt; notion stuck in their heads due to the previous SYF.&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;I don't know, I guess we were hoping for something more.. thought we really were going to clinch the gold. But seriously, I think there's something screwed with the judges. St. Pat's only got a Gold? No honours? Now that's wrong. As soon as Riane passed us the message from her cousin that St. Pat's only got a Gold, we were all like, &lt;em&gt;"Oh shit.."&lt;/em&gt; Because if St. Pat's had gotten a Gold with honours, then we wud have had a pretty good chance of getting a Gold. And come on... KC got a Gold? Apparently they made the judges cry. &lt;em&gt;Great.&lt;/em&gt; Because we made the judges &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;sleep.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; No I'm serious. A couple of them were sleeping during our performance. But oh well.. enough about that. What's important is that &lt;em&gt;we&lt;/em&gt; know we have done a great job and that we &lt;strong&gt;are &lt;/strong&gt;Gold material. All I have to say is: Good luck String Ensemble! Hopefully you guys would be able to clinch the Gold with honours for the school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Bio SPA today sucked. As in real bad. I totally screwed it up. Thanks a lot Mr Peh. You are officially my favourite teacher in the school now. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;NOT.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8029054-111417988421171184?l=underneath-my-skin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://underneath-my-skin.blogspot.com/feeds/111417988421171184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8029054&amp;postID=111417988421171184' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8029054/posts/default/111417988421171184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8029054/posts/default/111417988421171184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://underneath-my-skin.blogspot.com/2005/04/syf-bio-practical-sucked.html' title='[syf. bio practical sucked.]'/><author><name>nuraini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08272187049820802437</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-8029054.post-111408948862191572</id><published>2005-04-21T21:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-21T21:27:49.556+08:00</updated><title type='text'>[OMG!!!!! BABY NO.2!!!!]</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff99cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mood:&lt;/strong&gt; EXCITED!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Song stuck in head today:&lt;/strong&gt; none&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Congratulations to Taylor and Natalie on the birth of their baby girl, Penelope Anne Hanson!!! I always knew they were going to get a girl. And now Tay will have his very own Penny!! Penelope was born on 19th April. I can't wait to see pictures soon!! As officially announced on Hanson.net:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Bundle of Joy!&lt;br /&gt;Taylor and Natalie Hanson welcomed their second child, a girl, Penelope Hanson on April 19th. Congratulations to the happy couple!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And on Mtv.com:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Taylor Hanson now a father of two&lt;br /&gt;Taylor Hanson has a new reason to sing "Penny &amp;amp; Me." The 22-year-old Hanson member and his wife, Natalie, welcomed their second child, a daughter named Penelope, into the world on Tuesday. Their son, Jordan Ezra, was born in October 2002. Baby and mom are both doing fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;This is sooooooo cool!! I'm so happy for them!!! Oh and congrats to Ike and Zac as well for being uncles to a second baby!!! And to Ezra for finally being a big brother!! AHHHHHH this is so exciting!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8029054-111408948862191572?l=underneath-my-skin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://underneath-my-skin.blogspot.com/feeds/111408948862191572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8029054&amp;postID=111408948862191572' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8029054/posts/default/111408948862191572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8029054/posts/default/111408948862191572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://underneath-my-skin.blogspot.com/2005/04/omg-baby-no2.html' title='[OMG!!!!! BABY NO.2!!!!]'/><author><name>nuraini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08272187049820802437</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-8029054.post-111372243019053142</id><published>2005-04-17T15:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-20T17:06:03.250+08:00</updated><title type='text'>[boring day.pissed]</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff99cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mood:&lt;/strong&gt; bored as hell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Song stuck in head today:&lt;/strong&gt; Kiss On by Tyler Hilton&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am bored. BORED. With a capital B-O-R-E-D. I feel so bored I can't focus on studying my stupid Lit. book. I'm so bored I feel like going out for ice cream even though it looks like it's going to rain. I'm so bored I'm listening to the song on my blog over and over again. Get my drift? Thank god I didn't wake up early today or I'd have had nothing to do except study. So I decided to just sleep in even though I felt my eyes opening at 8.30am. I just willed myself to stay asleep and lo and behold, I managed to sleep in til like almost 12. And I don't regret it because I think I deserved it. I've been lacking on sleep lately and this sleeping-in oppotunity I greatly welcomed. But now I have nothing to do (No, do not tell me to go study because that's the &lt;em&gt;last&lt;/em&gt; thing I want to do right now). Think I'll go switch on some Tyler Hilton.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*tick tick tick tick*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok have gone to his official site and turned on his media player.(Go on, listen to his songs. They rock!). As I sit here looking at his pictures flashing on the player, you know what I realise? He has the same built as Taylor. Tyler Hilton and Taylor Hanson aren't very muscular-built. Except that Tyler has way bigger hands than Taylor. Tay has pianist hands, and Ty has guitarist hands. Wait, that makes him the same as Ike because Ike has guitarist hands too. Then what about drummers?? Well Zac has hot arms. As in &lt;strong&gt;HOT&lt;/strong&gt;. Yeah.. drummers rock. Especially Zac and Matt. As in Matt Chambless from Ingram Hill. Yeah.. they rock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, speaking of Tyler Hilton I haven't been over at the street team site in ages. I'm such a lousy Tracker.. Gotta keep updated with the latest news and such. K heading over now.. Ciao!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8029054-111372243019053142?l=underneath-my-skin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://underneath-my-skin.blogspot.com/feeds/111372243019053142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8029054&amp;postID=111372243019053142' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8029054/posts/default/111372243019053142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8029054/posts/default/111372243019053142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://underneath-my-skin.blogspot.com/2005/04/boring-daypissed_17.html' title='[boring day.pissed]'/><author><name>nuraini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08272187049820802437</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-8029054.post-111357239107064985</id><published>2005-04-15T21:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-15T21:39:51.073+08:00</updated><title type='text'>["syikin, your experiment is hot.""nuraini, yours is cool"]</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:ff99cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mood:&lt;/strong&gt; stressed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Song stuck in head today:&lt;/strong&gt; A Song To Sing by HANSON&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was really a drag. There was nothing interesting to make the day un-boring. The first lesson was English and yeah.. we all know how that goes. At least I paid attention in Biology today. Mr Peh was explaining reproduction in plants. Finally a theory lesson after so many lab lessons drawing stupid flowers. I swear if we had more drawing lessons I would officially steer clear from flowers. And I can never see the ovaries or ovules or whatever you call them. Even with the hand lens (loads of help &lt;em&gt;that&lt;/em&gt; is). I mean I haven't done still-life drawing in ages and I'm sorry but my drawings look like shit. I only got one 'Good' out of like 6 drawings. I'm so going to fail my O Level practical if flowers come out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mrs Liew didn't return us our Chem CA. Now I'm going to have to wait one whole agonising weekend!! I can't take this! Only the short practical cheered me up. We were doing some exothermic/endothermic reaction experiment. And Syikin rocks!! She's the best lab partner EVER. Lol she cracks me up soooooo much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Syikin: No fair, you got the cool experiment.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Well your experiment is HOT!&lt;br /&gt;Syikin: Haha and your experiment is COOL!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Get it, get it??!! Because she added sodium carbonate to water and I added ammonium chloride to water. And so she got hot results and mine were cold. Lol we are so whacked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway today honestly sucked. Nothing much to blog about. Except that I have this one verse from 'A Song To Sing' stuck in my head over and over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm looking for a song to sing&lt;br /&gt;I'm looking for a friend to borrow&lt;br /&gt;I'm looking for my radio&lt;br /&gt;So I might find a heart to follow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've never been just longing for your loving&lt;br /&gt;I've never been just wearing down to nothing&lt;br /&gt;I've never been just looking for a reason&lt;br /&gt;So that maybe you'd be thinking of me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These blue yonder dreams and second hand shoes&lt;br /&gt;You're so far gone that you live to lose&lt;br /&gt;And it's too late to go home all alone&lt;br /&gt;You're the tar in that old cigar&lt;br /&gt;And the worn out cable on a cable car&lt;br /&gt;And you're too tired to admit you've got to choose&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok so maybe it's practically the whole song. But it's such a great song with beautiful lyrics. HANSON writes awesome songs. Well I guess that's enough obsession for today. Hopefully tomorrow will be a better day. I'll be studying 'King Of The Castle'. &lt;em&gt;sigh....&lt;/em&gt; Wish me luck.&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/8029054-111357239107064985?l=underneath-my-skin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://underneath-my-skin.blogspot.com/feeds/111357239107064985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8029054&amp;postID=111357239107064985' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8029054/posts/default/111357239107064985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8029054/posts/default/111357239107064985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://underneath-my-skin.blogspot.com/2005/04/syikin-your-experiment-is-hotnuraini_15.html' title='[&quot;syikin, your experiment is hot.&quot;&quot;nuraini, yours is cool&quot;]'/><author><name>nuraini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08272187049820802437</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-8029054.post-111348707968318163</id><published>2005-04-14T21:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-14T22:04:43.403+08:00</updated><title type='text'>[kerrrrraaazzyyyy assembly.new layout!]</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff99cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mood:&lt;/strong&gt; happy and overhyped&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Song stuck in head today:&lt;/strong&gt; Escape by Hoobastank&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all, new layout's up! Well technically it's not really a new layout. I just changed the pics to create a UAL theme because Underneath Acoustic Live has to be the best performance video EVER!! But coming from an obsessed fan who will be so completely biased towards the loves of her life, it's probably been exaggerated a tad. Or maybe a whole lot. But thanks so much to &lt;a href="http://www.itsincredible.com"&gt;itsincredible.com&lt;/a&gt; for the absolutely gorgeous pictures from the dvd. I've been looking for any Ike pics from UAL since forever! And I finally found the perfect pic yay-ness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so frustrated with myself. Imagine losing 6 whole marks on a stupid sketch-the-curve question just because you did not key in the substitution of the x-values properly. Yup, that's what dumbass me did and I got the question completely wrong. And I did not even bother to double-check even though the graph totally did not look like an exponential curve. &lt;em&gt;Argh!&lt;/em&gt; I just hope I can improve from last term's C5 to at least a B4.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we had our English CA today. FIRST THING IN THE MORNING. What a way to start the day right? And I absolutely cannot write an argumentative essay for nuts! I have all these points but it just won't flow. But Miss Ang totally pissed me off this morning. What are our bloody exercise books for if we're just going to fill it up with only ONE CA. Just because a few people didn't bring their exercise books. Which irritating fucking idiots didn't bring their books?! Isn't it like perfectly clear that the exercise book is meant for CAs. Even then, couldn't we have just used the exercise books and those morons can just stick in their CAs or something? &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Honestly!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Anyway Elia fell sick today. Which means major "screwed"! Please please let her get better over the weekend. Get well soon Elia! And Jane too! And everyone else who's feeling sick. 4 more days to SYF and we can't let our hard work go to waste. Don't exert yourselves too much all right? Get LOADS of rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had my dental appointment today. The dentist is sooooo nice, I tell you. He doesn't seem scary at all unlike a certain traumatising evil nurse I know. And my wisdom teeth are growing out just fine. They don't hurt or anything, so it isn't necessary for me to take them out. Does this mean I'll get wiser? Lol nurul said that's why I'm so smart. Right... since when does teeth have anything to do with your ability to store and process information?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoo, American Idol starts in like a minute. Even though I already know who got voted out (No I did not watch the earlier show. People were posting about it on HF.net). What I'm really looking forward to is &lt;span style="color:ff99cc;"&gt;'&lt;span style="color:#ff99cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99cc;"&gt;The O.C.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; which starts in half an hour. Episode 3 here I come! Adam Brody rocks my socks!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8029054-111348707968318163?l=underneath-my-skin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://underneath-my-skin.blogspot.com/feeds/111348707968318163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8029054&amp;postID=111348707968318163' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8029054/posts/default/111348707968318163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8029054/posts/default/111348707968318163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://underneath-my-skin.blogspot.com/2005/04/kerrrrraaazzyyyy-assemblynew-layout.html' title='[kerrrrraaazzyyyy assembly.new layout!]'/><author><name>nuraini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08272187049820802437</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-8029054.post-111339172912584020</id><published>2005-04-13T19:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-13T19:28:49.126+08:00</updated><title type='text'>[rain rain go away.. come again another day..]</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:ff99cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mood:&lt;/strong&gt; tired.. very tired&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Song stuck in head today:&lt;/strong&gt; Over by Lindsay Lohan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't it weird how the day can change your perspective of things? How you go out the door having this feel-good feeling, and thinking, &lt;em&gt;'Today's going to be an actual "ok" day.'&lt;/em&gt; Well how else am I supposed to feel? It's Wednesday, we have one less subject today, and we're having full dress rehearsal for SYF. But nooooo.. things just had to screw up somehow. First it was our History CA paper. We finally got it back after say.. 3 weeks? Yeah, and I know how people said 19/25 was good and all, but I just feel that I could have given it so much more. I studied for it really hard and I expected myself to write a better essay. But oh well.. I'm really grateful for getting the mark I got since like more than half the class failed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, our final full dress rehearsal went ok I guess. But we exceded the time by like 2 mins. And I don't know if the play should be within 20 mins or the whole thing including setting up and taking down of the set needs to be within 30 mins. Because at the moment, the props team have been able to set up well within the given 5 mins, and that goes the same for the taking down of the set too. So hopefully we will be able to give some "extra time" for the performance. But I felt there was something seriously lacking with today's rehearsal. I don't know.. I just felt it wasn't fast-paced and that it was kind of draggy. But that could just have been me. I mean, after hearing that band only got Gold (not Gold with Honors like usual) I'm really getting worried and nervous for Drama. But yeah.. like Mrs Lopez said in her "poem", as long as we have done our best we should celebrate it anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okies sis needs to use the computer for her research. I'm really sorry if this post had been extremely boring but I guess the words aren't flowing at the moment. I think I need a nice long hot shower. Hopefully tomorrow will be a better day, even with the argumentative essay writing CA tomorrow. I suck at that. I'm seriously screwed..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8029054-111339172912584020?l=underneath-my-skin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://underneath-my-skin.blogspot.com/feeds/111339172912584020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8029054&amp;postID=111339172912584020' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8029054/posts/default/111339172912584020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8029054/posts/default/111339172912584020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://underneath-my-skin.blogspot.com/2005/04/rain-rain-go-away-come-again-another.html' title='[rain rain go away.. come again another day..]'/><author><name>nuraini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08272187049820802437</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-8029054.post-111322695941291817</id><published>2005-04-11T21:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-11T21:42:39.413+08:00</updated><title type='text'>[a.math springtest sucked][got drama tmr]</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:ff99cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mood:&lt;/strong&gt; A.math sucks. 'Nuff said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Song stuck in head today:&lt;/strong&gt; still I Don't Wanna Be by Gavin DeGraw (I'm just so hung up on this song, aren't I?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was a typical Monday morning no different from any other Monday mornings. I was almost late to school, the first lesson was A.Math and we read the newspaper during English. Seriously, could this get anymore routine? Because at this rate I can practically memorise the timetable for Monday. Odd AND Even week. The only burst of excitement that set apart today from every other Monday was the fact that it was Jia Wen and Faryhin's birthday. &lt;span style="color:ff99cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY GUYS!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; You both rock my socks and I love you lots like jelly tots. &lt;strong&gt;*MUAHZ!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;The A.Math springtest really really really (did I say absolutely?) sucked. I couldn't answer any questions. Not one! I won't be surprised if I don't get any marks for this paper. And it's out of 20!! &lt;strong&gt;Fudgin&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;hell!!&lt;/strong&gt; And Mrs Liew said I didn't get the highest in Chem for the CA. &lt;em&gt;What the freaking shit?? &lt;/em&gt;I mean Congrats to whoever got the highest (Mrs Liew wouldn't say who) but yeah.. it kind of sucks not to get the highest for Chem. And thank you so much Mrs Liew for making me wait an agonising 4 days for my Chem paper. We have like 4 days of Chem on Odd weeks, but only 2 on Even weeks??!! The timetable structure is seriously screwed. Eg. on Tues odd week we have A.Math, PE, CA, and Bio, Chem and Physics after. And on Wed it's Humanities day: we have SS, History and Lit. It's a conspiracy!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well anyhoo (that's become a favourite word of aint it?) I really got to go.  'Desperate Housewives' starts in like 15 minutes and Gabz just came online. Ciao!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8029054-111322695941291817?l=underneath-my-skin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://underneath-my-skin.blogspot.com/feeds/111322695941291817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8029054&amp;postID=111322695941291817' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8029054/posts/default/111322695941291817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8029054/posts/default/111322695941291817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://underneath-my-skin.blogspot.com/2005/04/amath-springtest-suckedgot-drama-tmr.html' title='[a.math springtest sucked][got drama tmr]'/><author><name>nuraini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08272187049820802437</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-8029054.post-111313635432138058</id><published>2005-04-10T20:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-10T20:32:34.323+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The net is back on!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:ff99cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mood:&lt;/strong&gt; very very happy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Song stuck in head today:&lt;/strong&gt; I Don't Wanna Be by Gavin DeGraw&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The internet has finally been connected as of 12 noon today. I think it's time to bring out the champagne, don't you think? *pops the champagne bottle* &lt;em&gt;Cheers!&lt;/em&gt; You wouldn't believe how agonising it is not to have the internet connection. It's been more than a month. I believe that's a record worth knowing about lol. I watched &lt;span style="color:ff99cc;"&gt;'The Grudge'&lt;/span&gt; today and &lt;span style="color:ff99cc;"&gt;'Duplex'&lt;/span&gt; yesterday. Yup, rented those movies. It's kind of an interesting way to spend your Saturday night if you plan to stay at home instead of going out like all those other normal people out there. But I guess that leaves me 'abnormal'. But since I'm supposed to be normal, does that make those other people 'abnormal'. If you're already confused by this, I just thought I should let you know this is my lame attempt at trying to increase my post length because I think my posts are way too short. You can take this piece of information as totally uninteresting and absolutely freaky, and just press that little 'x' in the corner. Or you can just click on one of my links. But if you pick the latter, make sure you head onto the Ingram Hill official site or the Tyler Hilton one because they are great musicians who deserve just a liiiiiitle bit of promotion and publicity going their way (That's ok guys, you can thank me later by giving me free M&amp;Gs at your next concert).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, to those of you who bother listening to the song on my blog, you would have noticed that I do not have a HANSON song on anymore. It's sad, I know. But the site where I got my songs from suddenly doesn't have HANSON songs anymore. And my web host simply would not let me play song files which have been ripped from the CD. So now I have Gavin DeGraw on my blog. *cheers and applause* I think this song absolutely rocks! (Can't say the same for One Tree Hill though)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoo.. I've got to go off now. My school books are becking to me to go pack them, and I have to finish my A.math homework. Ciao!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8029054-111313635432138058?l=underneath-my-skin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://underneath-my-skin.blogspot.com/feeds/111313635432138058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8029054&amp;postID=111313635432138058' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8029054/posts/default/111313635432138058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8029054/posts/default/111313635432138058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://underneath-my-skin.blogspot.com/2005/04/net-is-back-on.html' title='The net is back on!'/><author><name>nuraini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08272187049820802437</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-8029054.post-111303215112760491</id><published>2005-04-09T15:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-09T15:37:40.343+08:00</updated><title type='text'>finally, another update [twelfth night]</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff99cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mood:&lt;/strong&gt; still in a reverie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Song stuck in head today:&lt;/strong&gt; Hotel Paper by Michelle Branch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok as riane has pointed out that oh-so-blatant fact, I have not updated in ages. But hey, what am I supposed to do when the internet at home has been disconnected, and I can't get a computer during recess due to the over-excited-with-the-comp-lab Sec 1's? But here I am now at an internet cafe (I swear this has become a permanent to-do on my agenda every weekend) and I am finally updating after say, 2 weeks? Seems more like an eternity to me. Believe me, I know how much it sucks not having the internet at home. After all that's what I'm going through right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoo, it's been going quite all right for me. Quite the same as usual. If I'm not busy studying, I'm busy sitting in the studio waiting for SYF rehearsal to finish. If I'm not busy doing that, then I'm busy studying. You get the picture. My life basically revolves around these two things at the moment. I welcome any opportunity to just slack off and relax. That's why I jumped at the idea of going to watch &lt;span style="color:#ff99cc;"&gt;'Twelfth Night'&lt;/span&gt; last night. The play was good. Could have been better. I was so expecting those Elizabethan costumes with those stockings and gorgeous dresses with bodices so tight I wonder how the women could have allowed their diaphragms to expand. But the play was set in 1940- not one of my favourite eras, but I tolerated it all the same. And Feste simply rocks my socks. He was always my favourite Shakespearean character. His character is just so hard to fathom. And last night, I fell in love with Feste even more. Many thanks to Paul Hamon (sp?) for bringing the character of Feste to life, what with the singing and the witty remarks. I shall be looking forward to all the Feste scenes when I read the text again for O Level revision.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now it's been a busy time for the Performing Arts people basically because of SYF. Malay Dance should so have gotten &lt;strong&gt;Gold. &lt;/strong&gt;They rock and everyone knows it. But because of a few "setbacks" they got Silver instead. I mean, honestly, who uses props or sets to make their dance better?? Would someone please explain to me the rational behind that? Until then I'll just stick to my belief that the judges (or maybe one particular judge) had something against TKGS. Now I'm getting worried for Drama. Would we be able to clinch the Gold? I certainly hope so. And I certainly hope I won't get any dreams about it, because I dreamt that Malay Dance would get Silver. But just call it coincidence because I know I'm NOT psychic or whatever you call it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok now before my fingers get so frozen I have to amputate them, I better log off and be on my way. Hopefully I will be able to update again soon. And I'm almost to the end of my playlist on my mp3. That means I've been in here long enough. Ciao!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8029054-111303215112760491?l=underneath-my-skin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://underneath-my-skin.blogspot.com/feeds/111303215112760491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8029054&amp;postID=111303215112760491' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8029054/posts/default/111303215112760491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8029054/posts/default/111303215112760491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://underneath-my-skin.blogspot.com/2005/04/finally-another-update-twelfth-night.html' title='finally, another update [twelfth night]'/><author><name>nuraini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08272187049820802437</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-8029054.post-111191957967956847</id><published>2005-03-27T18:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-27T18:32:59.683+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hmmm.... havent blogged ages til i dont know what to blog haha</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:ff99cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mood:&lt;/strong&gt; lalalalalalalala&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Song stuck in head today:&lt;/strong&gt; Let Me Go by 3 Doors Down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok I think I have officialy lost it. I have no idea why. Or maybe I'm exaggerating and there's nothing wrong with me. But I just have to say this: I'm not friends with Tasnim anymore. I don't care if he reads this, because it's true. And it's not over some petty thing like in the primary school days. I really can't take it anymore and I think I've been too nice and naive all the while. So yeah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I really don't know what to blog. This is going to be one boring entry. Maybe I should keep one conventional diary. You know, the one you write with a pen into this book that supposedly will guard your deepest darkest secrets. That is until some irritating, conniving sibling comes along and spills the beans (this is NO WAY directed at you nurul). But seriously, due to the lack of internet, I can't blog as often and when I finally do have a chance to blog I have already forgotten all the vital information and events worthy of being posted on underneath-my-skin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I CAN remember one thing. I went to the &lt;span style="color:ff99cc;"&gt;Teen Search 2005&lt;/span&gt; pageant yesterday to support Yasmin. Went with Shagun, Elia, Sonam... yeah.. it was such a glamorous event. I felt soooo underdressed because I didn't really think I was going. I didn't actually plan to go lol. But went with Elia anyway and Yasmin is SO GORGEOUS!!!! She should have won.. oh well.. but like the male contestants.. haha.. there practically weren't any good-looking ones! Shame man..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh looks like I have a decent post after all. Sigh just wait til the net gets back on. I'll blog to my heart's content! AND YING LIN STILL HAS NOT MADE HER PRESENCE KNOWN ON MY BLOG. *phew* Glad to get &lt;em&gt;that&lt;/em&gt; off. I love you Ying Lin! Tomorrow I have Speech Day rehearsal. Waste of my bloody time. I'm going to go get 3 Doors Down's new album. I am loving the first single!! And I've got to call Gabz tonight. We haven't talked as in &lt;em&gt;talked&lt;/em&gt; in ages!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*MUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUAAAAAAHZZZZZZ!!*&lt;/strong&gt; to all my friends everywhere be it in cape town, from HF.net, or right here in singapore. I love you guys LOADS!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8029054-111191957967956847?l=underneath-my-skin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://underneath-my-skin.blogspot.com/feeds/111191957967956847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8029054&amp;postID=111191957967956847' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8029054/posts/default/111191957967956847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8029054/posts/default/111191957967956847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://underneath-my-skin.blogspot.com/2005/03/hmmm-havent-blogged-ages-til-i-dont.html' title='hmmm.... havent blogged ages til i dont know what to blog haha'/><author><name>nuraini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08272187049820802437</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-8029054.post-111070318139950674</id><published>2005-03-13T16:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-13T16:39:41.403+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sentosa, hols and progress report</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:ff99cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mood:&lt;/strong&gt; very very tired&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Song stuck in head today: &lt;/strong&gt;Here Without You by 3 Doors Down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;OMG&lt;/strong&gt; I absolutely have not been here in AGES!!! It's absolutely &lt;strong&gt;INSANE! &lt;/strong&gt;Right now I'm in a cyber cafe because the net at home has been cut off and I think I have to go soon so I thought, Why not blog before I go? Haven't done that in ages.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, had to wake up early today for CIP at Sentosa. I woke up at like freaking 5 in the morning because we had to meet at Tiong Bahru station at 6.15. I thought that since MRTs don't run that early, I'll take a cab. So I took a cab, paid the midnight charge, and guess what? No one else was there. As usual I was the first one to arrive. So I waited. Finally Shagun, Kiran and Sonam came around 6.20. Thank god for that. We waited for the rest to come, and guess what? They were coming on the first MRT from Pasir Ris. So I could have taken the MRT with them and not have to pay the midnight surcharge. ARGH!! Then when everyone else arrived, we had to wait for Elia because she lives all the way in Sengkang. So we called her to ask what time she's coming and guess what? It turned out she wasn't coming. By that time it was running late. It was about 6.45 and we had to report at Gateway carpark at 7.30. Dharsh said that there's a shuttle that would take us from Tiong Bahru to Sentosa. So we waited for the Shuttle and it didn't come. I tink we must have waited for about an hour when we decided to just take 65 to the Harborfront interchange and take the Sentosa shuttle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were really late when we reached the reporting point. We were like 20 mins late! But instead of doing the ushering like they were going to assign us, we were sent to Tanjong Beach. Whoot whoot!! We spent like most of the time resting and just chilling out. But around 10am we were getting hot and thirsty and I couldn't wait to get out and go have lunch because I haven't eaten breakfast. 12 noon took so long to come! When it finally came we rushed out and waited an agonising 40mins for the train that would take us to the ferry terminal. Waiting sucks!! Anyway about an hour after we finished CIP we finally reached Burger King and had our lunch. We wanted to take the cable car home but it was too expensive: $8.90!! So we just took the shuttle to Harborfront and took an MRT from the station.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow I have to leave the house at freaking &lt;strong&gt;5am&lt;/strong&gt; in the morning. It's crazy I tell you. That's the second time in a row I have to wake up early. But the flight from Senai leaves at 7am. At least we'll have practically the whole day in Kuching. I can't wait to see everyone. And I really do mean EVERYONE. Even nenek and Aunty Saban and everyone else came down. My, there's going to be a hell lot of people staying at Aunty Lydia's house. But it'll be cool. I can't wait. But what I can wait for is to show my dad my progress report. It's not too bad, just that I could have done better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;English: A2&lt;br /&gt;E.Math: A2&lt;br /&gt;A.Math: C5 (Yikes, my grade dropped!)&lt;br /&gt;Biology: A2 (Yay! My grade went up. I was failing the whole of last year)&lt;br /&gt;Combined Science: A1 (At least that's one grade that's constant)&lt;br /&gt;Combined Humanities: B4&lt;br /&gt;Pure Literature: B3 (Damn you, King of The Castle!! my grade dropped!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah.. that totals to an L1:R5 of 14. I know I could have done so much better especially in Combined Humans and Lit. So I guess I will do a fair bit of studying during these March hols. I have a History CA on Tues the first week of school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway (boy this is one long post) tomorrow is Jordan Taylor Hanson's birthday. HAPPY BIRTHDAY TAYLOR!! Can't believe you're turning 22. I love you to teeny weeny bits!! You will always be my favourite Hanson. *MUUUUAAAAHHHZZZ!!* And just as a kind of tribute, here are some of my favourite pics of Tay:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v518/pizzafan/columbia31.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v518/pizzafan/electric3.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v518/pizzafan/tayatvegas.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v518/pizzafan/tayatpiano.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v518/pizzafan/taylorbw.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v518/pizzafan/tayual.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY TAYLOR!!! I love you LOTS AND LOTS!! (lol I'm so obsessed!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8029054-111070318139950674?l=underneath-my-skin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://underneath-my-skin.blogspot.com/feeds/111070318139950674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8029054&amp;postID=111070318139950674' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8029054/posts/default/111070318139950674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8029054/posts/default/111070318139950674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://underneath-my-skin.blogspot.com/2005/03/sentosa-hols-and-progress-report.html' title='Sentosa, hols and progress report'/><author><name>nuraini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08272187049820802437</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-8029054.post-110973198837484687</id><published>2005-03-02T10:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-02T10:53:08.376+08:00</updated><title type='text'>stupid net is down!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:ff99cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mood:&lt;/strong&gt; bloody pissed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Song stuck in head today:&lt;/strong&gt; None (*GASP* that's a surprise!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok so the stupid internet is down at home. I mean the modem connects and everything. I've even scanned the network connections on the computer and it said the connection is enabled and that the network is fine. Then nurul said it could be because we haven't paid the bill. Darn it!! I feel so deprived! I acyually spent last night watching tv for once (lol haven't done that in ages) with my mom. We were watching &lt;span style="color:ff99cc;"&gt;'American Idol'&lt;/span&gt;. Constantine and Anthony rock my socks!! And speaking of my mom.. &lt;em&gt;I'm getting a new brother/sister soon.... &lt;/em&gt;That so rocks!! I saw the picture of the ultrasound scan and the baby's so cute! I can see the head and everything. And the thing is we watched a video on abortion yesterday for Legacy. It's so cruel the way the abortionist simply sucks the foetus out like it's simply some tissue to be removed. So sad...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the computer in school is so bloody slow. I hate this!! Just when I've achieved &lt;strong&gt;Posting Freak&lt;/strong&gt; status on HF.net this thing happens. ARGH!!! I'm now in the computer lab because it's recess, but after this I've got Mother Tongue (free period) which means I can use the computer in the library too. I can't take this. I'm addicted to HF.net and I think I'm suffering from withdrawal symptoms. HF.net is practically my life and it's just been snatched from me. And I just found out my O Level a.math paper is on 17 Nov. WTH???!!! That's Isaac's birthday!! How can they do this to me??!!! It's a conspiracy I tell you.. a CONSPIRACY!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8029054-110973198837484687?l=underneath-my-skin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://underneath-my-skin.blogspot.com/feeds/110973198837484687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8029054&amp;postID=110973198837484687' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8029054/posts/default/110973198837484687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8029054/posts/default/110973198837484687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://underneath-my-skin.blogspot.com/2005/03/stupid-net-is-down.html' title='stupid net is down!'/><author><name>nuraini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08272187049820802437</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-8029054.post-110943423895304708</id><published>2005-02-26T23:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-27T00:12:33.060+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Come out, come out wherever you are...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff99cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mood:&lt;/strong&gt; Ecstatic!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Song stuck in head today:&lt;/strong&gt; None but at the moment Someone by Hanson AND Emma Daumas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was fun. I went out with nurul to watch &lt;span style="color:#ff99cc;"&gt;'Hide and Seek'&lt;/span&gt;. It is one FAB movie. It definitely kept me on the edge of my seat and the climax made me go &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"WHAT??!!!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; lol and most of the time I was shutting my ears (I was right next to the speakers for godsakes!) and going &lt;em&gt;'Holy shit! Holy shit!'. &lt;/em&gt;I'm sure the people around me could clearly hear it. But overall it was definitely a great movie. It's now officially my favourite movie at the moment! *cheers and applause* Lol although I'd probably change it the next time I watch a good movie. I can't help it! I love going to the movies. Movies rock!! Now all I have to do is wait for the HANSON documentary trailer to show in theatres (hopefully it does) and I promise you I will be cheering and applauding for Hanson when I see it in the cinema. *puts up hand in solemn oath*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that nurul and I bought matching rings with our names engraved on them. We bought one for ayun too since we haven't really gotten anything for her Sweet Sixteen. Now I can't wait for 14/3. I will be going to kuching and hopefully seeing people I haven't seen in ages! And what a day to be starting my vacation. It'll be Taylor's birthday on that day. Wheeeee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, called gabz when I got home. We're both going through a pretty tough time. Everything's so messed up like shit right now. We talked about Warren, dancing classes, Abbott's College, JC, UCT.. now I'm actually considering UCT as a university to go to. I mean you don't even have to take A Levels to get in. You can just apply with your grades at the end of JC1. And the fees are like US$6000 a year. That's not too bad. And besides, if I want to go overseas for college, I'd rather go somewhere that I have people I know and can help me so I won't feel so lost and helpless. So I'm considering UCT although dad said that degrees from there might not be recognized. Well.. pffft..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally! I counted our expenses today and we finally have the right amount of change!! As in we're not missing money, or having too much left over. I calculated how much we spent and how much we should have left and the amount is right on the dot! It's amazing man... it's practically never happen before lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kim rocks my socks! She sent me the studio version of Someone. Yes, the one with Emma Daumas on it! I can't get it anywhere else apart from the French version of Underneath. And I don't think I want to buy the cd again just for one song. So I'm so happy I got the song. But my French is so rusty though. I can't understand some of it. I need someone to translate it for me. &lt;em&gt;"...need to find someone.." &lt;/em&gt;Lol elly I need you!! Come online soon! Meanwhile, anyone who can translate it for me.. here are the lyrics:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;SOMEONE&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You were looking for somebody&lt;br /&gt;Sans trop y croire, tu attendais&lt;br /&gt;And you were meeting and I might be&lt;br /&gt;Comme une evidence, c'etait ecrit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's just take a chance&lt;br /&gt;Laissons-nous une chance&lt;br /&gt;Cos we need to find someone&lt;br /&gt;L'important est ailleurs&lt;br /&gt;We need to find someone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a moment when I saw you&lt;br /&gt;Le temps s'arrete a me rendre fou&lt;br /&gt;I was racing, walking toward you&lt;br /&gt;Mon coeur s'entete a me parler de nous&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's just take a chance&lt;br /&gt;Laissons-nous une chance&lt;br /&gt;Cos we need to find someone&lt;br /&gt;L'important est ailleurs&lt;br /&gt;We need to find someone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You ignited a fire in me&lt;br /&gt;Si c'etait pour la vie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's just take a chance&lt;br /&gt;Laissons-nous une chance&lt;br /&gt;Cos we need to find someone&lt;br /&gt;L'important est ailleurs&lt;br /&gt;We need to find someone&lt;br /&gt;L'important est ailleurs&lt;br /&gt;We need to find someone&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8029054-110943423895304708?l=underneath-my-skin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://underneath-my-skin.blogspot.com/feeds/110943423895304708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8029054&amp;postID=110943423895304708' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8029054/posts/default/110943423895304708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8029054/posts/default/110943423895304708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://underneath-my-skin.blogspot.com/2005/02/come-out-come-out-wherever-you-are.html' title='Come out, come out wherever you are...'/><author><name>nuraini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08272187049820802437</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-8029054.post-110934704997190328</id><published>2005-02-25T22:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-25T23:57:29.976+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bowl captain bowl</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:ff99cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mood:&lt;/strong&gt; something missing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Song stuck in head today:&lt;/strong&gt; Complicated by Avril Lavigne&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm heeeere!! I didn't blog yesterday because it was totally bland and so uninteresting. I'm pretty sure I would bore you guys if I gave a complete play-by-play! So anyway, today was loads better. We had P.E. first thing in the morning and today's the day we had to present our creative games. Only two groups presented today due to the extreme time shortage. Lol I love Elia's team's game! It is so cute! &lt;span style="color:ff99cc;"&gt;'Dodge or Dance'&lt;/span&gt;. Or something like that. It's so creative, especially the dancing part. I know we all cracked up when raidah started dancing. Didn't know she had it in her. Speaking of raidah, I so don't know what to get her for her Sweet Sixteen and I feel like a useless friend. I mean I've known her since my first day of school at TKGS and she's like one of my closest friend. Can't believe I'm scratching my head and my mind is so totally blank. I don't want to just go out and get any old prezzie because she's a really good friend and it's her Sweet Sixteen for godsakes! I'll just have to go look for something tomorrow when I go out... this bites!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went for a.math extra class today! I didn't go last week and I felt so guilty because it was Indices and Surds which is like one of my weaker topics, and I din't go on Monday either. I almost didn't want to go today but she was doing Logarithms which is another of my weaker topics. And also because Ying Lin went as well. Geez.. I cannot imagine if she wasn't there just now. It would have been me, Christabel and Jerusha at the table &lt;em&gt;*shudder*&lt;/em&gt;. But also because I haven't been spending time with Ying Lin in ages! And I took the MRT home with her today just so that we can talk like how it was when she still lived near me. I miss taking 15 with you Ying Lin!!! Lol so I took a bus to Paya Lebar, took the train to Eunos (which is like only one stop away) and took another bus from there. The lengths I would go to for my beloved friends... haha.. And it was great talking to Ying Lin about stuff, even though it was a particularly short journey and Christy was hanging around. We talked about stuff from cape town to which JC we want to go to after O levels, to French lessons. Good times.. good times.. I think I'll move to Punggol. I miss my sweet-provider.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, found something hilarious on HF.net (i'm always finding funny stuff there aren't I? lol). Thanks for posting vanessa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9 Things I hate about everyone....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. People who point at their wrist while asking for the time.... I know where my watch is pal, where the heck is yours? Do I point at my crotch when I ask where the toilet is?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. People who are willing to get off their butt to search the entire room for the tv remote because they refuse to walk to the tv and change the channel manually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. When people say "Oh you just want to have your cake and eat it too". dang right! What good is cake if you can't eat it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. When people say "it's always the last place you look". Of course it is. Why the heck would you keep looking after you've found it? Do people do this? Who and where are they? Gonna Kick their asses!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. When people say while watching a film "did you see that?". No Loser, I paid $12 to come to the cinema and stare at the dang floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. People who ask "Can I ask you a question?".... Didn't really give me a choice there, did ya sunshine?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. When something is 'new and improved!'. Which is it? If it's new, then there has never been anything before it. If it's an improvement, then there must have been something before it, couldn't be new.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. When people say "life is short". What the heck ?? Life is the longest dang thing anyone ever does!! What can you do that's longer?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. When you are waiting for the bus and someone asks "Has the bus come yet?". If the bus came would I be standing here, dumb-butt ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol I know I'm just guilty for a couple of them up there...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8029054-110934704997190328?l=underneath-my-skin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://underneath-my-skin.blogspot.com/feeds/110934704997190328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8029054&amp;postID=110934704997190328' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8029054/posts/default/110934704997190328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8029054/posts/default/110934704997190328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://underneath-my-skin.blogspot.com/2005/02/bowl-captain-bowl.html' title='bowl captain bowl'/><author><name>nuraini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08272187049820802437</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-8029054.post-110916013161494742</id><published>2005-02-23T19:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-23T20:03:52.423+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SYF uber sucks</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff99cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mood:&lt;/strong&gt; Tired and aggravated&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Song stuck in head today:&lt;/strong&gt; Penny and Me by HANSON&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am tired and it's so not funny. I am frustrated and that upsets me because I hate it when I'm frustrated. I have a head-splitting headache. I am feeling so aggravated, I feel like going out and running til my lungs burst. I just want to run and run and run. I seriously need to clear my head. It's been ages since I ran, but I can't go out running now because it's late already. It's like freaking dark outside. Maybe I should do yoga or pilates or something calming. But then again, I can't stand those types of things. I would rather go all out and let things off. Do stuff like kickboxing, fast-paced dance, aerobics.. I really need to exercise frequently again. It seriously helps because it's actually therapeutic. I'm not kidding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up later than usual today and I was almost late to school because I had to spend some time looking for stuff and props to bring to school for SYF. Honestly, I have some of the &lt;strong&gt;WORST&lt;/strong&gt; people on my team. If you happen to read this and you feel guilty, chances are I'm talking about you. At least we finally have the bed set up. All we need for furniture is the dining room stuff. Other props like the hand props and decor, I hope I can count on my team to provide. Or at least TELL ME if they are unable to instead of letting me find out when we're setting up the stage. Sigh... I am so glad I'll be going off on holiday instead of spending two torturous days during the March holidays doing SYF. Ok not talking about SYF anymore. It's making my headache worse. But Leigh's session today rocked! It was such a great song that she and Perrin taught us. And Leigh even brought her mom! She was so cute! She even joined in and sang the song &lt;span style="color:#ff99cc;"&gt;'Anything Goes'&lt;/span&gt; with us. It was a fun session...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We started on our Legacy project today. At least we've got the skeleton and board layout down pat. We can start the artsy stuff next week or maybe this week even.. I don't know, it depends. But I swear I'm cursed. I have been in the same group with Aishah for about 5 projects already!! Arggghhh!!! &lt;strong&gt;Pissing me off!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;I really need to go to the T-shirt printing shop. I can't wait to have my very own HANSON T-shirt which I kind of designed. I can't wait to wear it and show it to my parents and the kids. And I can't wait to sit and watch UAL with Ayun. I can't believe I still have two more weeks to go til the end of term! I hope my grades for this term are pretty ok. I only know my grade for 1 subject. I got an A2 for Bio!! I am so happy because I'm really improving in Bio. And to think I started off with a D7 1st term last year. I guess studying and reading the textbook a little bit everyday really helps!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Random Tay quote: 'I like C sharp, C sharp's nice'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8029054-110916013161494742?l=underneath-my-skin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://underneath-my-skin.blogspot.com/feeds/110916013161494742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8029054&amp;postID=110916013161494742' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8029054/posts/default/110916013161494742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8029054/posts/default/110916013161494742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://underneath-my-skin.blogspot.com/2005/02/syf-uber-sucks.html' title='SYF uber sucks'/><author><name>nuraini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08272187049820802437</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-8029054.post-110907669063131104</id><published>2005-02-22T20:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-22T20:51:30.633+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hot day and Tyler Hilton</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:ff99cc;"&gt;Mood: confused&lt;br /&gt;Song stuck in head today: Almost Perfect by Ingram Hill&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today basically was a totally boring day. It just dragged on and on and on. I was ready to go home by 4th period. Really, I don't think there's anything interesting for me to blog but I just felt like blogging anyway. Dad told us that we're leaving for Kuching on Monday, 14/3. We have to wake up at the crack of dawn and go to Johor. Then from there we'll fly to Kuching. Alone. Cool. I am so skipping SYF! At first dad asked if we could skip school on Friday. I didn't mind but then I remembered I'll have an e.math ca on that day. It's so retarded to have a ca on the last day of school. But then, Shona's party is on that day too so I guess it's probably better we leave on Monday. Besides, that way we have the weekend to get ready for school and to clean up the house since we'll only come home on the Sunday before school starts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have already designed my T-shirt! It is so totally Hansonised!! I love it. It's pretty simple but if it's too complicated then it'll be pretty expensive. I want to send it for printing ASAP so that I can wear it in Kuching and show it to my parents and the kids, as well do some promotion for HANSON. Lol I am so obsessed it's not healthy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes, you guys should check out Tyler Hilton. Can't believe I forgot to check him out sooner. I heard about him since HANSON's Underneath Tour in the States because he and Ingram Hill opened for them. I think. Well anyway, check him out. His official site can be seen under 'Other Links'. He rocks!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8029054-110907669063131104?l=underneath-my-skin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://underneath-my-skin.blogspot.com/feeds/110907669063131104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8029054&amp;postID=110907669063131104' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8029054/posts/default/110907669063131104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8029054/posts/default/110907669063131104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://underneath-my-skin.blogspot.com/2005/02/hot-day-and-tyler-hilton.html' title='Hot day and Tyler Hilton'/><author><name>nuraini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08272187049820802437</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-8029054.post-110897084722459448</id><published>2005-02-21T15:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-21T15:46:39.023+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Black Hawk Down [I miss Lenny!]</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff99cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mood:&lt;/strong&gt; brain-dead&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Song stuck in head today:&lt;/strong&gt; My World by Avril Lavigne&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I shouldn't have stayed up late last night to watch &lt;span style="color:#ff99cc;"&gt;'Black Hawk Down'&lt;/span&gt; because I only slept at around 1am. And I woke up at 5.40am so that's like 4 1/2 hours of sleep. But I don't regret watching the movie because it's really really good. It's so tense and sad and just edge-of-the-seat kind of action. There were times when I was squeezing my eyes shut and whispering, 'He's gonna die! Oh no, he's gonna die!' Others I had to get up and go to the kitchen because it was just too tense lol. But the movie set me thinking that if Lenny ever have to go through that, I would seriously bawl my eyes out. I know he'd probably say something like, "Hey don't worry or be sad for me. It's my job." but I don't think I can just stop worrying or stop crying. Hell, I cried my eyes out when Gabz told me he got sent to Iraq. And he's still there now. The latest news was in today's Straits Times. The article that says&lt;strong&gt; 'Iraqi Shi'ites mourn their dead amid tight security'&lt;/strong&gt;. Not that Lenny was mentioned or anything, but he's in the Ist Marine Expeditionary Force and the troops from that force were involved in a joint operation with the Iraqi forces to crack down on insurgency and it started with a curfew imposed in and around Ramadi. I don't know, I just think that it can start with a curfew and that curfew can turn into something else. I just really really miss him and pray everyday that he's safe and that nothing's happening to him and stuff. He's so young and he's so willing to risk his life like that.  Hopefully he'll be going back to Cape Town for Christmas this year like last year. Then I can go back and see him...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8029054-110897084722459448?l=underneath-my-skin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://underneath-my-skin.blogspot.com/feeds/110897084722459448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8029054&amp;postID=110897084722459448' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8029054/posts/default/110897084722459448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8029054/posts/default/110897084722459448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://underneath-my-skin.blogspot.com/2005/02/black-hawk-down-i-miss-lenny.html' title='Black Hawk Down [I miss Lenny!]'/><author><name>nuraini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08272187049820802437</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-8029054.post-110890536593105444</id><published>2005-02-20T21:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-20T21:33:47.763+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Swensen's and shopping!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff99cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mood:&lt;/strong&gt; tired&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Song stuck in head today:&lt;/strong&gt; He Wasn't by Avril Lavigne&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally went to get some ice cream today. Nurul and I didn't go out yesterday because we didn't feel like it so we went to Swensen's today for late lunch/early dinner and some ice cream. It was so fun especially when we were playing the &lt;span style="color:#ff99cc;"&gt;'What would you do if..?'&lt;/span&gt; game. &lt;em&gt;What would you do if that guy sitting there with his girlfriend winks at you? I would say to you real loud&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;'OMG! That guy there with his girlfriend just winked at me!'&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; lol. Saw Shanti with her boyfriend. Haven't seen her in ages. Well the last time I saw her was during CCA Promotion day so I gues it wasn't that long ago haha. And I finally had my ice cream! I had the frosted chocolate malt sundae. &lt;strong&gt;YUM!&lt;/strong&gt; Chocolate and ice cream so go together. Even Ike loves chocolate ice cream (go Ike!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that we did some shopping. Nurul bought a polo shirt top from Giordano and I bought 2 shirts from OP. I finally got a pink shirt! I don't know, but lately I'm like all about pink. Not that I'm turning bimbotic/barbie-ish, it's just that I feel like I need some colour in my wardrobe and pink just stands out and is such a vast difference from black. And I want to get these pink pumps I saw in Charles and Keith. I haven't bought new shoes in ages! Can't wait til I get my own ATM card so I can go shopping without depleting my dad's bank account haha...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8029054-110890536593105444?l=underneath-my-skin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://underneath-my-skin.blogspot.com/feeds/110890536593105444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8029054&amp;postID=110890536593105444' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8029054/posts/default/110890536593105444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8029054/posts/default/110890536593105444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://underneath-my-skin.blogspot.com/2005/02/swensens-and-shopping.html' title='Swensen&apos;s and shopping!'/><author><name>nuraini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08272187049820802437</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-8029054.post-110880584921596665</id><published>2005-02-19T16:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-19T17:38:46.706+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ike can sing in French! [Someone (Laissons nous une chance)]</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff99cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mood:&lt;/strong&gt; wound up (need to relax!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Song stuck in head today:&lt;/strong&gt; Someone (Laissons nous une chance)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The song playing on my blog now is called &lt;span style="color:#ff99cc;"&gt;'Someone (Laissons nous une chance)'&lt;/span&gt; and it's sung by Ike. It's this French/English song they wrote some time ago and have been looking for a French artist to sing on it. And they asked Emma Daumas! When HANSON was in UK, Emma was supposedly going to go see them because she's a fan of HANSON. But she got stuck somewhere I think and so she couldn't see them. But then an arrangement was made so they could all meet each other backstage and then they arranged for her to fly to Tulsa to record the song with them in early Jan 2005. Emma is a new artist who's just won NRJ's Best New Artist Award. However, the version I have now is the live version which doesn't have Emma on it (and it's not very clear, sorry!). The studio recording will only be available on the French version of 'Underneath' which will be released in France in 2 days. The only way I can get this album is by ordering it online from amazon.com.fr. So it pretty much sucks because I only have a tiny snippet of the studio version and it sounds fab! Ike's voice is really good. I don't know why but I'm starting to love ALL of their voices and not only Tay's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up later than I wanted to today. Not surprising since I slept like 3am this morning. Was waiting for gabz to come online. She said she was going to at 1am our time. So I waited. So did Tasnim but he had to go off around 2. And so I waited. &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You didn't come online gabz!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; Oh well so I went to sleep around 3am and I needed to wake up early to do some studying and homework. Asked nurul to wake me up when she gets up because she's got math remedial today at 9am. She did wake me up (thanks loads!). Did some studying, but then the toll of a few hours of sleep got to me and I went back to sleep. Unfortunately I did not hear the postman ring the doorbell to deliver mummy's package. So sorry... I guess I was way more tired than I realised.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was basically boring. Watched &lt;span style="color:#ff99cc;"&gt;'She's Too Young'&lt;/span&gt;. It's an ok movie. Not too bad. some people can be so seriously dumb and stupid it's horrifying. I mean, seriously. If you know you've been having sex with like a zillion people, then don't be irresponsible, and go get yourself tested for crying out loud!!! Anyway, I'm going out with nurul for some coffee/ice cream/float... lol I don't even know. We'll decide when we get there. Will update later. Ciao!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8029054-110880584921596665?l=underneath-my-skin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://underneath-my-skin.blogspot.com/feeds/110880584921596665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8029054&amp;postID=110880584921596665' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8029054/posts/default/110880584921596665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8029054/posts/default/110880584921596665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://underneath-my-skin.blogspot.com/2005/02/ike-can-sing-in-french-someone.html' title='Ike can sing in French! [Someone (Laissons nous une chance)]'/><author><name>nuraini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08272187049820802437</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-8029054.post-110874552166734795</id><published>2005-02-19T00:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-19T00:54:43.213+08:00</updated><title type='text'>thank god it's friday, the weekend's here!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff99cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mood:&lt;/strong&gt; not too bad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Song stuck in head today:&lt;/strong&gt; River by HANSON&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holy crap! I certainly have not been blogging in ages! Guess I have been really busy this week. We had TWO SYF practices this week and I don't know, but I'm not liking SYF anymore. Not because being props i/c sucks (don't get me wrong, I'm not complaining about the job) but it's just that Drama's not that fun anymore. Saw Wan Jie today in school with Lois and we were talking and saying stuff about how Drama Club is now, and that Wan Jie should skip school one Wednesday and drop in to see how it's like now lol. But yeah.. I don't know.. it's all to confusing and I don't really know how to say it.. I'm feeling so muddled. So far the props are going ok. Not too bad. We just have to speed things up since Alemay wants a proper set next week. Sigh.. hope things turn out right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just don't understand why &lt;em&gt;some people&lt;/em&gt; on HF.net don't like me, or like feels irritated by me when we obviously have not been speaking to one another much. It's so weird. Like, &lt;em&gt;geez.. what is your problem??&lt;/em&gt; If it's me, can't you just say it straight out instead of hinting things when I post and making sarcastic remarks?? I mean we haven't even been making conversation and stuff. If it was something that happened some time ago (if it's the incident I think it is) can't you just tell me you're still pissed about it? Because I really don't know what I did and how I was wrong...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nurul and I called Mr. Johnson just now. We were just talking abotu ISCT and all the prefects/house captains and stuff, and suddenly I was like "Do you have Mr. Johnson's number?" Well, nurul did and we just decided to call him up. He is so cute I tell you. But he sounded so serious on the phone. I think it's because he's about to teach or something and we kind of disturbing him lol. But we had a nice conversation and it's so nice to hear someone call me "nuraini" you know like "rain". I seriously miss that. Only Mr. Johnson, Gabz, Thania and Ben say my name that way and I miss hearing it said that way. Even gabz doesn't say "nuraini" anymore. It's usually "nur" or "nurry" lol. I miss Mr. Johnson now. Maybe I should email him or something. He rocks my socks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And CONGRATS to Lin, Bec, Chade, Julia and Tara on being prefects especially to Julia for becoming head girl! Wishing you guys lots of luck and hope you guys have fun! *MUAHZ!!*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8029054-110874552166734795?l=underneath-my-skin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://underneath-my-skin.blogspot.com/feeds/110874552166734795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8029054&amp;postID=110874552166734795' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8029054/posts/default/110874552166734795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8029054/posts/default/110874552166734795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://underneath-my-skin.blogspot.com/2005/02/thank-god-its-friday-weekends-here.html' title='thank god it&apos;s friday, the weekend&apos;s here!'/><author><name>nuraini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08272187049820802437</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-8029054.post-110830611935412664</id><published>2005-02-13T22:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-13T22:51:16.496+08:00</updated><title type='text'>valentine's day cards!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff99cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mood:&lt;/strong&gt; Happy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Song stuck in head today:&lt;/strong&gt; You're The Top (learned it during Drama)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay!! I just finished making my Valentine's Day cards. I don't know why but I'm kinda excited about tomorrow. Hope everyone likes the cards I made! I don't know but I guess I'm like so in the mood for Valentine's Day. I even changed my blog pics and the song to &lt;span style="color:#ff99cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;'I Will Come To You'&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. That song rocks!! It's just the perfect ballad. Too bad I can't hear it because of my stupid comp and the stupid fucking problem with streaming files. I so want to hear the song when it's sung on MON. Because the version I have now is on UAL. Oh well, I guess I have to listen to it in school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Found something on HF.net. I think it was vanessa who posted. Thanks loads! I hope you don't mind if I post it here. If you do then I'll take it off. I just found it funny lol. Zac and Tay rock my world!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v518/pizzafan/zacdancing.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, they're showing a cape town special on the travel channel. &lt;strong&gt;I MISS CAPE TOWN!!!&lt;/strong&gt; I want to go back reeeeeeeaaaal bad!! I'm feeling all nostalgic now, especially because of the cheetah cubs. &lt;em&gt;*sniff* &lt;/em&gt;Oh and nurul said she saw our house! Ok, that just made it worse. Anyone got a free one-way ticket??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8029054-110830611935412664?l=underneath-my-skin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://underneath-my-skin.blogspot.com/feeds/110830611935412664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8029054&amp;postID=110830611935412664' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8029054/posts/default/110830611935412664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8029054/posts/default/110830611935412664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://underneath-my-skin.blogspot.com/2005/02/valentines-day-cards.html' title='valentine&apos;s day cards!!'/><author><name>nuraini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08272187049820802437</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-8029054.post-110812470430383523</id><published>2005-02-11T19:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-12T23:17:17.496+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Today sucks so much it's simply FUCKED!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff99cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mood:&lt;/strong&gt; Upset/frustrated/prettty much sucky&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Song stuck in head today:&lt;/strong&gt; Teach Your Children (HANSON version)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today really really SUCKED TO THE CORE. I knew I was jinxed the moment I woke up. Today was major &lt;strong&gt;BHD&lt;/strong&gt; - Bad Hair Day. I looked in the mirror and I saw icky icky hair. After showering I tried to brush it, tame it, moisturise it but nothing worked. I wanted to wash it and just let the conditioner seep through but I knew I didn't have time. When I'm washing my hair, I like to let the conditioner penetrate my hair as long as possible. And I knew that was &lt;strong&gt;not&lt;/strong&gt; going to happen this bloody morning. So I went to school with basically frizzy, dry, disgusting hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I reached school you know what I found out that will add on to this already oh-so-horrible start? &lt;strong&gt;I BLOODY FORGOT TO BRING MY HISTORY FILE!!!&lt;/strong&gt; Yes I, Nuraini, forgot to bring my History file yet again. And today we were supposed to hand in our files for checking. I was so pissed with myself. And I felt even worse during recess when Tahirah was collecting the files and she said Miss Hamidah was angry or something. Guilty couldn't even be used to describe how I felt. And during PE someone just made my day even worse. Someone who couldn't play soccer to save her life. Not that she didn't have the skills or anything. She's a lousy team player, an aggressive opponent, and one who thinks she's the only one on the field. Yes, Christabel, I'm talking about &lt;strong&gt;YOU&lt;/strong&gt;. You think you own the field. I mean &lt;em&gt;hello??&lt;/em&gt; Who the hell steals the ball away from their own team mate?!! Who runs down the field length to get the ball which could be easily passed by a TEAM member? Who shoves and pushes and thus causes injuries in other people? YOU that's who. And I don't care if you read this or someone reads this and tells you because &lt;strong&gt;I ABSOLUTELY DON'T CARE&lt;/strong&gt;. You are pathetic and I wish I never knew you. Oh and I kind of twisted my ankle. It's just a stinging kind of pain that wouldn't go away. Nothing serious. But just serious enough to ruin my day all before the end of first period.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then during English, my group had to present our talk show thing because we were the only group that had all our members present today.&lt;em&gt; Shit&lt;/em&gt;, I knew I shouldn't have gone to school. When Miss Ang gave us 5 mins to prepare, it was the first time we actually looked at the script and read through it. And Miss Ang came out and saw we were totally unprepared so we just decided to go impromptu and talk our way out of an embarrassing situation. And I have to say, it wasn't that bad. Sure we could have done better but for a first and only run-through we didn't really screw up. Thanks so much guys lol especially Hem. You rock my socks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another sucky part was during E.Math (no nothing to do with Mr Ang's lesson). It was a note that came for Asyikin and me - the Chem reps. We were supposed to collect the QA books during recess and return them to the class so they can do their homework or something like that. But we didn't get the note until like the last lesson. How are we supposed to able to return the books to everyone?! And now the class can't do their homework and it will be my fault. &lt;strong&gt;ARGH!!&lt;/strong&gt; This sucks. Everything sucks. Even Lit. sucked because of that stupidly morbid poem. It is so depressing. It's just so fake and insincere and ungenuine. I HATED IT!! And my friend was almost banned from HF.net while another wants to leave. Holy shit! I just hate today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least something cheered me up. &lt;span style="color:#ff99cc;"&gt;'Much Ado About Nothing'&lt;/span&gt; is the best Lit. book/movie EVER. Thanks so much Shakespeare and Kenneth Branaugh, for a wonderful book and a fabulous movie. You guys rock!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8029054-110812470430383523?l=underneath-my-skin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://underneath-my-skin.blogspot.com/feeds/110812470430383523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8029054&amp;postID=110812470430383523' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8029054/posts/default/110812470430383523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8029054/posts/default/110812470430383523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://underneath-my-skin.blogspot.com/2005/02/today-sucks-so-much-its-simply-fucked.html' title='Today sucks so much it&apos;s simply FUCKED!'/><author><name>nuraini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08272187049820802437</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-8029054.post-110804404437266245</id><published>2005-02-10T21:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-10T22:00:44.373+08:00</updated><title type='text'>this is constantine... john constantine... you asshole</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:ff99cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mood:&lt;/strong&gt; very happy but tired too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Song stuck in head today:&lt;/strong&gt; How Soon Is Now? by t.A.T.u.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to Plaza Singapura with nurul today. We went to watch &lt;span style="color:ff99cc;"&gt;'Constantine'&lt;/span&gt;! It so totally totally ROCKS!!! Keanu Reeves is sooooooo fucking hot in that movie! Well, actually he's pretty much hot &lt;strong&gt;PERIOD&lt;/strong&gt;. The movie is just so cool. The special effects, the acting, the storyline. I loved them all. Although you really have to pay attention because most of the time they're talking to explain stuff and if you don't listen, you'll go like &lt;em&gt;'Huh?'&lt;/em&gt; at the end of the movie. Like me lol. I think I have to watch that movie again to really understand and digest everything clearly. That's how I was with 'The Matrix' too. I didn't really get it on the first screening. But Constantine really truly rocks and you should go see it. I know I'M watching it again. I LOVE KEANU REEVES!!! And I want to get the soundtrack too if it comes out. The songs in the movie sound pretty cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok I have just finished writing the script for English tomorrow. Thank god! I am so damn tired it's not even funny. Hopefully the presentation goes well tomorrow. I am so worried because it's a bloody CA! And I didn't even get to finish reading through Bio for the CA on Tuesday. I have to start reading early because I am so bloody terrible at Bio. Well, anyway I have got to go. I need to get to school early tomorrow goodness knows for what! And I have Lit. screening tomorrow. More Keanu Reeves!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8029054-110804404437266245?l=underneath-my-skin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://underneath-my-skin.blogspot.com/feeds/110804404437266245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8029054&amp;postID=110804404437266245' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8029054/posts/default/110804404437266245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8029054/posts/default/110804404437266245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://underneath-my-skin.blogspot.com/2005/02/this-is-constantine-john-constantine.html' title='this is constantine... john constantine... you asshole'/><author><name>nuraini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08272187049820802437</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-8029054.post-110786845343179212</id><published>2005-02-08T20:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-08T21:14:13.433+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY CHINESE NEW YEAR!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:ff99cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mood:&lt;/strong&gt; Pissed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Song stuck in head today:&lt;/strong&gt; River by HANSON&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, I don't like the idea of people dissing and bitching at other people on their journals/blogs. Not only is it rude, it upsets people. If you have a problem, you keep it to yourself or confront the person in an acceptable manner. Not bitching and swearing and cursing like you owned the place. And I'm mainly directing this at the person who's been leaving nasty comments on hannah's livejournal. You don't own it. She's told you to stop and you're basically harrassing her if you prolong the argument. Cheer up hannah. Just ignore her. You still rock my socks! *hugs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chinese New Year celebrations today were &lt;em&gt;boring&lt;/em&gt;. There wasn't even a lion or dragon dance for godsakes! Even the concert items weren't really that exciting. In fact the most perk-your-ears-up performance was the one by Wanting, Yufan and "Christy Baby". Lol that was funny when the whole of 4e9 (well all 20+ of us) screamed &lt;span style="color:ff99cc;"&gt;"Go Christy-baby!!"&lt;/span&gt; haha. Hope she wasn't too embarrassed =P. Other than that nothing interesting happened really. I tried my hand at making the Chinese couplets. Man.. Chinese characters are hard to write! But luckily mine didn't look too retarded. Lihan actually said they looked quite nice. Anyway I just want to wish &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;HAPPY CHINESE NEW YEAR!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Have a great holiday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8029054-110786845343179212?l=underneath-my-skin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://underneath-my-skin.blogspot.com/feeds/110786845343179212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8029054&amp;postID=110786845343179212' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8029054/posts/default/110786845343179212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8029054/posts/default/110786845343179212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://underneath-my-skin.blogspot.com/2005/02/happy-chinese-new-year.html' title='HAPPY CHINESE NEW YEAR!'/><author><name>nuraini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08272187049820802437</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-8029054.post-110779035945458345</id><published>2005-02-07T23:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-07T23:32:39.486+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BAHHH!! I'm sick</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:ff99cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mood:&lt;/strong&gt; I'm really feeling sick&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Song stuck in head today:&lt;/strong&gt; Behind These Hazel Eyes by Kelly Clarkson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up feeling sick like I've got the flu. Wanted to skip school but &lt;em&gt;what the heck?&lt;/em&gt; I went anyway. During Bio second-last period I couldn't take it anymore. After we got back our formative test (which i passed!! I got 15/20) I plopped my head on the desk and slept. I was feeling tired and sick and drowsy. I think I slept for the whole lesson. Only woke up the last 5 mins and I can totally kick myself for doing that. Mr Peh was doing a new chapter today!! Hormones or something like that. I missed a lot! And I didn't read the chapter beforehand either. FUCK!! sigh.. at least I've got these CNY holidays to read up and study for the ca next week. I hate Ecology. Well I don't really hate it, I just don't get it. Oh well.. I sure have a lot of reading up to do.&lt;br /&gt;Oh and &lt;strong&gt;CONGRATS&lt;/strong&gt; to Shalini and Farhana for getting shortlisted in the Young Inventer's competition. For both their entries. Even the one Mr Peh didn't help with. And it's such a shame Mr Peh's entry didn't. Oh well...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway someone posted this on HansonForums. I think it was Yael. I just found it funny.. Tay can't add. And I love his writing. Even though it's messy, it's a nice kind of messy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v518/pizzafan/taycantaddreceipt.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8029054-110779035945458345?l=underneath-my-skin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://underneath-my-skin.blogspot.com/feeds/110779035945458345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8029054&amp;postID=110779035945458345' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8029054/posts/default/110779035945458345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8029054/posts/default/110779035945458345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://underneath-my-skin.blogspot.com/2005/02/bahhh-im-sick.html' title='BAHHH!! I&apos;m sick'/><author><name>nuraini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08272187049820802437</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-8029054.post-110769482760314349</id><published>2005-02-06T20:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-06T21:00:27.603+08:00</updated><title type='text'>finding neverland and ingram hill</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:ff99cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mood:&lt;/strong&gt; sick and frustrated&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Song stuck in head today:&lt;/strong&gt; Almost Perfect by Ingram Hill&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I went out to watch a movie with nurul. We haven't done that in AGES!! We couldn't decide which movie to watch so we drew one out at random. It happened to be 'Elektra' but when we checked the showtimes we couldn't find a suitable time because nurul had to go to the hospital first so we decided on 'Finding Neverland'. JOHNNY DEPP!! I was supposed to meet nurul at Plaza Singapura at 4pm but I ended up reaching at around 4.40pm. Luckily the movie hadn't started yet. See, this way we didn't have to endure countless lame ads and trailers (well except for the one for 'Constantine'. I AM SO WATCHING THAT MOVIE!!! It's Keanu Reeves for godsakes!). And speaking of Keanu Reeves, I'm watching 'Much Ado About Nothing' for Lit. screening tomorrow. Man, I watched that movie like ages ago. 2002 i think because I was doing that book for Lit. in ISCT and we watched the movie after we finished it. And I gotta say it was the best Lit. book EVER! even better than Twelfth Night and I'm The King Of The Castle. Can't wait to watch the movie tomorrow. I will so be thinking of Miss Gibbs. *sniff* Anyway, 'Finding Neverland' rocks! It is such a good movie. So worth spending $8.50 on. It's magical, amazing, perfect! I was like in tears at the end but I was so afraid my eyeliner would run lol. But some people were like sniffling and blowing into tissues on the way out and I don't blame them because the movie totally blew me away...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally listened to Ingram Hill today. I wanted to for some time but I never actually got down to listen to their songs. Well I went to their website and checked out their music and INGRAM HILL ROCKS!!!!! They rock so much I signed up for the Street Team. So now I've got to promote them and stuff especially if they come here. Which I really hope they do because they are amazing musicians with amazing talent and their CD should so be released here but I was looking for it just now and I couldn't find it. And I couldn't understand why because they finally released an album on a major album after tons being released independently and it's not released here yet. Well, can't wait til it is!! Anyone who've got the time, go check them out! Because they really really DO rock!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8029054-110769482760314349?l=underneath-my-skin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://underneath-my-skin.blogspot.com/feeds/110769482760314349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8029054&amp;postID=110769482760314349' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8029054/posts/default/110769482760314349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8029054/posts/default/110769482760314349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://underneath-my-skin.blogspot.com/2005/02/finding-neverland-and-ingram-hill.html' title='finding neverland and ingram hill'/><author><name>nuraini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08272187049820802437</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-8029054.post-110752901568870121</id><published>2005-02-04T22:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-04T22:56:55.686+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Soh!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:ff99cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mood:&lt;/strong&gt; bio brain-fried&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Song stuck in head today:&lt;/strong&gt; I WILL COME TO YOU!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up today thinking about what an amazing song 'I Will come To You' is. It is absolutely one of the best love songs I've ever heard. This is so going to be one of the songs at my wedding lol. I mean just look at the lyrics: &lt;em&gt;"When you have no light to guide you, and no one to walk beside you, I will come to you oh I will come to you..."&lt;/em&gt; sigh... it sounds soooo good on UAL. And I could not get this song out of my head the entire day. I just love it to bits. Will put it up on my blog soon. Right after I put up 'Yearbook' and 'Where's The Love?' Yup, I have a list of HANSON songs I will be putting up on my blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I haven't blogged in ages. Partly because I have been busy and partly because I'm just plain lazy. Besides I'm really pissed with my computer right now. There's something wrong with the protocol/proxy servers thingy (I really have no clue) but as a result, I can't play ANY streaming media. As in, the song on my blog doesnt play, I can't watch videos on MTV.Com, basically there's something wrong with my Windows Media Player on the net. And it frustrates me! Because the song that's playing now is 'Lucy' which is a fab song from Middle Of Nowhere. I love it because it's so cute.. but I can't bloody hear it.. DAMMIT!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, today is Soh's birthday. HAPPY SWEET SIXTEEN sweetie!! Hope you enjoyed it and that you love your presents. lol and I hope you use your new wallet on Monday. Love you lots *muahz!!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that nothing much happened today. We had our last soccer lesson for PE. I'm going to miss soccer!!! I love playing it even though I can't play for nuts but today was one of the most interesting and fun lesson. It really rocked! But come next term we will be doing dance which will be just as good if not better. I can't wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am on HF.Net now and I am absolutely loving it because my favourite people are online. You guys on HansonForums rock my world and you know it. I love you to bits!! Thanks for accepting me into the community and basically just being my friends. And yes, Hannah, you can find friends on the internet. I'm so glad you are my friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and riung, you are one shithead with a freaking HUUUUUUGE useless ego and you should stop it because if you haven't noticed you're not the only one in this world. The world doesn't revolve around you nor do they care how important your existence is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok then that's it. oh and I didn't get to be stage manager for SYF. Oh well....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8029054-110752901568870121?l=underneath-my-skin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://underneath-my-skin.blogspot.com/feeds/110752901568870121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8029054&amp;postID=110752901568870121' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8029054/posts/default/110752901568870121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8029054/posts/default/110752901568870121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://underneath-my-skin.blogspot.com/2005/02/happy-birthday-soh.html' title='Happy Birthday Soh!!'/><author><name>nuraini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08272187049820802437</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-8029054.post-110709504565995416</id><published>2005-01-30T22:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-03T19:48:28.853+08:00</updated><title type='text'>UAL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mood:&lt;/strong&gt; very very very very happy!!! WHEEEEE!~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Song stuck in head:&lt;/strong&gt; Rock 'n Roll Razorblade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally!! I bought HANSON's &lt;span style="color:#ff99cc;"&gt;Underneath Acoustic Live DVD&lt;/span&gt;!!!! It totally absolutely ROCKS!! As soon as I got home, I went straight to the tv and played the disc. It is so awesome! It feels like the concert at the Chicago House Of Blues is right here in my living room. Man... I would give anything to be there at that very moment. The atmosphere is just fantastic, the songs are fabulous, HANSON is just amazing. 'Nuff said. I love them to bits!!! So now my new favourite songs are:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Rock 'n Roll Razorblade (yes! I finally heard the whole song!)&lt;br /&gt;* Runaway Run&lt;br /&gt;* Crazy Beautiful&lt;br /&gt;* Hand in Hand (Man! The part before the song where he talks a little bit about it: "This song is about an old girlfriend who cheated on me. But don't worry. I got her back!" Sheesh woman.. you're going out with Ike and you cheated on him?! Shame on you!!)&lt;br /&gt;* Save Me (although it isn't on the disc)&lt;br /&gt;* You Never Know&lt;br /&gt;* Mmmbop&lt;br /&gt;* Where's The Love?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, you know what? I love all of their songs!! HANSON rocks!!!!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8029054-110709504565995416?l=underneath-my-skin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://underneath-my-skin.blogspot.com/feeds/110709504565995416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8029054&amp;postID=110709504565995416' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8029054/posts/default/110709504565995416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8029054/posts/default/110709504565995416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://underneath-my-skin.blogspot.com/2005/01/ual.html' title='UAL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>nuraini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08272187049820802437</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-8029054.post-110692054732440103</id><published>2005-01-28T21:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-28T21:55:47.323+08:00</updated><title type='text'>havent blogged in ages!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:ff99cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mood:&lt;/strong&gt; waaaaay tired&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Song stuck in head today:&lt;/strong&gt; Unwritten by Natasha Bedingfield&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG it has been exactly one week since I last blogged and I am so sorry for not updating. I've been really busy all week and yesterday was the first day in two weeks I could go home early and guess how I spent it? yup, you got it. I spent the whole afternoon sleeping. Woke up around 9pm. Did the forums board for Social Studies and History and listened to American Idol on tv. lol for a beginner I think the board turned out ok. All i have to do is add brammi and raidah in as administrators/moderators. Ok I gues I should give a quick update on the past week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Tuesday 25/01/05&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We finally had the finals for drama club auditions for shortlisted Sec 1s and Sec 2s. It didn't turn out too bad. Although some performances were disappointing. And instead of taking in 3 Sec 2s, Mrs Lopez ended up taking all 5 of the shortlisted Sec 2s. Oh well... After that we had the first casting session for SYF. We saw the script for the first time and I have to say that it is not that good a script. It's about these 8 characters and their views on marriage and what makes life complete and if there is ever a perfect partner. During the session, I was reading for Anna and people liked it. At the end of it, even Alemay said that she was considering Lubna and me for the role... And Dharshini practically had the role of Elizabeth. According to Alemay: I don't think anyone else can fit the role" or something like that. Nadia was also another shoo-in for the lead role of Tracey. Even though it wasn't cast in stone we all had our hopes up...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Wednesday 26/01/05&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the final casting session. I knew I was in trouble because I didn't really read it through carefully and understand my character properly. And somehow I knew it was going to cost me. I read for Anna and it seemed like Alemay and Mrs Lopez liked it but guess what happened next? Sharon, the scriptwriter, came in halfway through the session and basically screwed things. No one really liked her and the way she did things during the casting session and at the end of it people ended up getting the roles they didn't want. I obviously did not get Anna and I don't know why. Dharshini didn't get Elizabeth and I know she really wanted that role. And NADIA DIDN'T GET TRACEY!!! Now that is totally wrong. She lost the role to Elia. Don't get me wrong, I think Elia is a fabulous actress but come on.. she wanted the role of Nicole. Nadia really really really deserves Tracey. Elia didn't even read for Tracey on Tuesday. But on Wednesday, Sharon asked Elia to read for Tracey and that pretty much ended it for Nadia. So now Nadia's Nicole. And Nadia is so totally NOT Nicole. Everyone was upset after that. There was a crying fest after but I couldn't join it because I had to go to Centrepoint and meet mummy, papa and nurul for dinner. But I definitely was upset. I mean, I couldn't even get this simple role by reading a stupid script. How the hell am I supposed to go to NYU on a scholarship when 70% of your entrance into the theater school is made up of auditions??!!! Im feel like I've failed. And it was the first time I cried over being disappointed in like a long time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Thursday 27/01/05&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone was talking about Sharon and the unfairness and unbelievability of it all. I decided to just forget about it and try and go for either stage manager or assistant director. Even though I put lighting crew as my alternate choice, I decided I wanted to try something different and more challenging. Besides it will be good experience rather than learn to pull a few switches. So wish me luck!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I stayed after school to work on class decor for Chinese New Year. I felt so exhasuted after that. In fact I still am.. lol. But the chicks look soooooooo cute!!! Good work guys! Hopefully we can win this thing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8029054-110692054732440103?l=underneath-my-skin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://underneath-my-skin.blogspot.com/feeds/110692054732440103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8029054&amp;postID=110692054732440103' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8029054/posts/default/110692054732440103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8029054/posts/default/110692054732440103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://underneath-my-skin.blogspot.com/2005/01/havent-blogged-in-ages_28.html' title='havent blogged in ages!!'/><author><name>nuraini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08272187049820802437</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-8029054.post-110631979727406625</id><published>2005-01-21T22:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-21T23:17:00.080+08:00</updated><title type='text'>watevr</title><content type='html'>yesterday was the final auditions for the sec 1's before we started shortlisting. and let's just say lats week's batch was waaaaaaaaaaaaaaay better. friday's batch had major AP - Attitude Problem. some of them were rude as hell!! example: maryam, our drama club president, wished a girl 'good luck' before it was her turn to audition. and guess what the girl said? "You're pathetic." HELLO!!!! no one, i repeat, NO ONE calls our president 'pathetic'. what rudeness!! and when i asked her to spell her name before the audition (a test to see how well they can project her voice) she said "You don't know how to spell is it?" WHAT THE &lt;strong&gt;FUCK&lt;/strong&gt;??!! i felt like just going over to her and slapping her across her face. at the end of the auditions we asked her why she called maryam pathetic and that no one calls the president of the drama club 'pathetic'. and she was like "whatever". oh my god... oh and there was another girl who replied "I don't need it" when another senior wished her good luck. really, these people want to get in or not? sheesh. i was appalled. seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;came home around 6. wanted to study but didn't have the mood. plus my parents and my sis were home. thanks for the OBS shirt nurul!! i love u LOTS!!! *muahz!!* so i ended up not studying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wanted to wake up at 6 this morning to start studying but i woke up at like 8 and i felt too lazy. watched tv the whole morning. at around 3pm we went to my grandparents' house. spent like 3 freakin hours there. sheesh.. adults talk about the crappiest and utter nonsense.. i was so bored i fell asleep on the couch in front of everyone lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;finally my dad brought his thumb drive storage thingy which has the jakarta pics on it. wheeeee!~ after like an eternity thanks to the beloved SLOW computer, i finally uploaded some of the pics which can be seen &lt;a href="http://photos.yahoo.com/nuraini_malik"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. i will try to upload the rest tomorrow or something. don't have to rush because my dad will be here til thurs. and trust me a wk is a really loooong time. haha.. so the only pics which i have to wait for are MY HANSON PICS!!! riung, you shithead!! hand my pics over!! im missing hanson like crazy!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok i really feel guilty for not studying at all today when i have FOUR tests next week. so i will wake up early tomorrow and study the whole day if need to. coz i want to keep my sunday free. i want to go shopping!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8029054-110631979727406625?l=underneath-my-skin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://underneath-my-skin.blogspot.com/feeds/110631979727406625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8029054&amp;postID=110631979727406625' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8029054/posts/default/110631979727406625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8029054/posts/default/110631979727406625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://underneath-my-skin.blogspot.com/2005/01/watevr.html' title='watevr'/><author><name>nuraini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08272187049820802437</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-8029054.post-110614413764124012</id><published>2005-01-19T21:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-19T22:16:54.240+08:00</updated><title type='text'>boring drama session</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff99cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mood:&lt;/strong&gt; excited for lit ca tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Song stuck in head:&lt;/strong&gt; Runaway Run by HANSON&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Runaway Run has been stuck in my head since the jakarta concert but i didn't know what the title was and it drove me insane. finally found out when i bought TTA lol.)&lt;br /&gt;ok nothing much happened today. had drama but it was totally boring because the sec 3's are at obs and so there was no syf training. guess who was there to lead the drama session? mr yap. yes, mr yap. *shudder* luckily maryam was also leading the session for today. maryam rocks my world!! haha. it was ok... a bit boring. i miss the sec 3's now lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went home. reached only about.. 5.30 i think. i started studying at 6 and guess what? i studied for 2 1/2 hrs straight!! i studied lit, amath and bio. im so damn proud of myself. now that the house is quiet i can totally focus and concentrate without any distractions caused by yours truly. haha.. sorry nurul, but it's true. but you know i miss you all the same right? tomorrow my sis and my parents are coming home. i cant wait because i've missed them LOADS!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow there's also the second batch of sec 1's auditioning for drama club. oh boy... another long afternoon. but it's fun. i cant wait for the finals. wheeee!~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8029054-110614413764124012?l=underneath-my-skin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://underneath-my-skin.blogspot.com/feeds/110614413764124012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8029054&amp;postID=110614413764124012' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8029054/posts/default/110614413764124012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8029054/posts/default/110614413764124012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://underneath-my-skin.blogspot.com/2005/01/boring-drama-session.html' title='boring drama session'/><author><name>nuraini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08272187049820802437</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-8029054.post-110606115600616690</id><published>2005-01-18T23:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-18T23:18:53.720+08:00</updated><title type='text'>chem ca</title><content type='html'>i was almost late to school today. woke up at 6.20. that's 40 mins later than usual!! damn right i had to rush. took the later 15 and i was worried i was going to be late but luckily i wasnt. mrs geh didnt come today so we had a "free period" during amath first period. i decided to study for the chem ca and luckily i did. the chem ca was tough today. i think if i hadn't studied properly, i wouldn't have been able to do some of the questions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it is so damn lonely at home now because nurul went for obs yesterday. i couldn't take the silence so i made a few phone calls. lol. called ayun just now and they're at aunt lydia's house. it's so noisy and lively there compared to it being so quiet here. sigh... i never want to live by myself. its actually more lonely and quiet than scary because im not really scared just need someone to talk to. haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh i bought This Time Around on sunday. im like on a hanson spree. lol. i wanted to get Middle of Nowhere as well but it was sold out. oh well.. i'll look for it somewhere else. but i've got to admit, TTA totally rocks!! i think it's their best studio album.. i think i'm going to get Boomerang and 3 Car Garage. oh and the underneath acoustic live dvd. and not forgetting, the new documentary!!! hanson rocks my socks!! haha and i changed the pics on my blog too.. i should change the music next but the site where i get my music form is seriously running out of hanson songs. there are only two left which i havent put up!!! anyone know of any good music hosting sites?? because i think it'll be cool to put up music from my cds.. anyone know let me know k??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;studied lit and amath today. wheeee!~ and i read a bit of bio too. im so proud of myself because i actually sat down for 2 1/2 hours and focused. haha... anyway im really tired. i dont want to sleep to late in case i wake up late again.. so ciao!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8029054-110606115600616690?l=underneath-my-skin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://underneath-my-skin.blogspot.com/feeds/110606115600616690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8029054&amp;postID=110606115600616690' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8029054/posts/default/110606115600616690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8029054/posts/default/110606115600616690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://underneath-my-skin.blogspot.com/2005/01/chem-ca.html' title='chem ca'/><author><name>nuraini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08272187049820802437</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-8029054.post-110579416506575280</id><published>2005-01-15T20:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-15T21:02:45.066+08:00</updated><title type='text'>cca promotion day rocks my socks!!</title><content type='html'>i guess i was really tired after school yesterday. had the sec 1 auditions for drama club. it was my first time being on the panel and judging them, so it was really really fun!! haha but towards the day i was feeling waaay tired and i understand why simon gets nasty when he's had a long day of auditions because at times i just felt like snapping at those really bad ones. then after that the sec 4's had to practise for the cca promotion day item today. we changed the item like yesterday and i was really worried we wouldn't be able to pull it off. but elia had faith in us... and we used her idea of the production item. went home, reached about 6.50, fell asleep around 7.15 and guess what?? i didnt wake up til like 5 this morning!! it was such a nice long sleep.. i guess to make up for all those late nights. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cca promotion day today rocked!!! especially drama club. reached school around 7 because we had to be there early. did some last minute practices and when it was our turn to perform (we were the last item) all i can say is just that we really really really rocked!!! drama club, i love you guys loads!!!!! and it was kinda sad too because it was the last time all of the sec 4's would be performing together. so i guess this cca promotion item had to be extra special and we have elia to thank for making it un-sucky. i love u elia!! however we didn't have a lot of people registering to join drama club... sigh... maybe because a lot of people came yesterday?? i dont know.. but i hope we can get a lot of people with talent joining drama club because drama club rocks!! and thnaks for putting up with us maryam, at times when we're not really serious or like fooling around or something. you are a real fab president and you know we love you.. *muahz!!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8029054-110579416506575280?l=underneath-my-skin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://underneath-my-skin.blogspot.com/feeds/110579416506575280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8029054&amp;postID=110579416506575280' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8029054/posts/default/110579416506575280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8029054/posts/default/110579416506575280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://underneath-my-skin.blogspot.com/2005/01/cca-promotion-day-rocks-my-socks.html' title='cca promotion day rocks my socks!!'/><author><name>nuraini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08272187049820802437</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-8029054.post-110562545839793791</id><published>2005-01-13T21:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-13T22:10:58.396+08:00</updated><title type='text'>fate works in weird ways</title><content type='html'>today was the first sec 4/sec 3 assembly of the year. as usual mrs loke had plenty to say. 20 mins of principal's address on issues which i think have already been drilled into our heads far too much. and as usual i dont think anyone was paying too much attention to her. then we had the prize-giving for the Good Progress Award recipients. haha $150 into my bank account. wheeee!~ and i love 4e9. we are the best!! haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on the way home i saw 15 about to pull in into the bus stop. at first i wanted to run towards it so that i dont have to wait 10 mins for the next one. but then i realised it will be stupid to run for the bus so i decided to let it go and wait for the next one. about 5 mins later i saw a Lodge School uniform on a girl who had alighted a bus. i thought, 'What the hell is the Lodge School uniform doing on someone in singapore??' well this girl looked at me and said, "nuraini!" and i was like: OH MY FUCKING GOD!!! it's cheryl lim!!! from Lodge International School in kuching!! i havent seen her in about 3 years!! apparently she's studying here now on a vjc scholarship. i was definitely not surprised to hear that because cheryl is super smart and i knew she was going to end up studying in sg sooner or later. kuching just isnt the place for someone as smart as cheryl who has LOADS of potential overseas. but i was so excited and i just screamed and squealed and everyone at the bus stop was looking at us. haha.. but cheryl was one of my close friends in Lodge and i really did miss her. and i am so happy for her that she had gotten a scholarship to study at vjc because she totally deserves it. man.. now i really got to study hard so i can go to vjc because i've always wanted to go to vjc. haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but isn't it weird because if i had taken the earlier 15, i would have totally missed her.. this is so cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8029054-110562545839793791?l=underneath-my-skin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://underneath-my-skin.blogspot.com/feeds/110562545839793791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8029054&amp;postID=110562545839793791' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8029054/posts/default/110562545839793791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8029054/posts/default/110562545839793791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://underneath-my-skin.blogspot.com/2005/01/fate-works-in-weird-ways.html' title='fate works in weird ways'/><author><name>nuraini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08272187049820802437</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-8029054.post-110545052823739774</id><published>2005-01-11T21:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-11T21:35:28.236+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a.math is totaly screwed</title><content type='html'>i had the a.math ca today and i must say i totally screwed it!! i studied trigonometry so hard especially the identities and stuff because that is m weakest topic. but the qn that came out was like so do-able and i totally forgot about studying hard for logarithms. and i lost 6 whole marks because i couldn't remember how to change the log base!! arrrgh!! if i had remembered, i would be able to do the question. i feel so stupid now! 6 marks down the drain.. sigh.. even if i pass it will be like a borderline pass. this is so frustrating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to make it worse, we had the performing arts dress rehearsal for cca promotion day this saturday. it was totally screwed because firstly we had to perform in the hall and secondly the sound is seriously fucked!! we had to use mics and it was our first time performing with the mics so we couldn't get organised and those without mics couldn't be heard when we spoke our lines. and i think marie was being a real bitch today. sorry, but it's true. i mean she was a bitch since like OBS man.. she was my kayakking partner during the expedition. and she should have been more helpful for god's sake.. sheesh.. oh and wan jie came!! wheee!~ haha she's so cute and we've really missed her presence at drama club. she's in nanyang now.. sigh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;finished around 6 but at the bus stop i realised i had dropped my ez-link card. had to retrace my steps to see where i had dropped it. went to the hall which was already dark by then. and who came out with my ez-link card? pak cik dollah!! haha thank god!! he rocks my socks. wheeeee!~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this friday will be the first auditions for sec 1's who want to join drama club and i will be the only sec 4 member of the committee that day. *gulp* man i wish the others would be there... because im like so new at this judging stuff and i dont even know if i can judge properly.. sigh.. i hope i can but i think its really ridiculous to have an audition before the promotion day. then what's the point of the promotion day? sheesh.. i think it's stupid. at least we have two days of auditions after promotion day. i hope a lot of people turn up to audition. i dont want to like go to school super early on saturday and then it's all for nothing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8029054-110545052823739774?l=underneath-my-skin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://underneath-my-skin.blogspot.com/feeds/110545052823739774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8029054&amp;postID=110545052823739774' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8029054/posts/default/110545052823739774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8029054/posts/default/110545052823739774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://underneath-my-skin.blogspot.com/2005/01/amath-is-totaly-screwed.html' title='a.math is totaly screwed'/><author><name>nuraini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08272187049820802437</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-8029054.post-110510375783739321</id><published>2005-01-07T20:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-07T21:15:57.836+08:00</updated><title type='text'>1st school week is over!!</title><content type='html'>phew! after a whole week of school, it's finally over. although when you're in sec 4 there's no such thing as a free weekend. yup, i have to spend the weekend studying for history CA on monday and a.math CA on tues. i hate the UN chapter! i dunno why because it's kinda easy to study but i just hate it. and a.math im kind of nervous about it especially for linear law and trigo. help!! what if i flunk it?? k.. i wont flunk.. i wont flunk...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway i love the new song on my blog. well it's not new but i'm soooo for &lt;span style="color:ff99cc;"&gt; 'this time around'&lt;/span&gt;at the moment. i think it rocks. &lt;strong&gt;This Time Around&lt;/strong&gt; is definitely their best album. well i think underneath rocks too. haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and speaking of HANSON.... I CAN'T WAIT FOR THEIR DOCUMENTARY!!! it's called &lt;span style="color:ff99cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;strong enough to break&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and it's about their struggle to get their album out after this time around. how they had problems with their record label over their music and image and how they finally decided to break away from Island Def Jam and release Underneath on their own record company 3CG Records. i can't wait for it to come out!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8029054-110510375783739321?l=underneath-my-skin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://underneath-my-skin.blogspot.com/feeds/110510375783739321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8029054&amp;postID=110510375783739321' title='0 Comments'/><link 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style="color:ff99cc;"&gt;HAPPY NEW YEAR!!&lt;/span&gt;. hope everyone has a fab 2005!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok i know i haven't been blogging in a week but i just didn't feel like it. plus i was thinking over some stuff like my friends, my future, my family, how sometimes i'm just so plain naive that i take everything in without giving it second thoughts..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dunno if i can go online as much as i have this past year. because i've been basically slacking off and now i realise i have got to work hard if i want to achieve my dreams so that they actually become reality and not some kind of distant-faraway-fantasy. i want to go to NYU. i want to go overseas after my A levels. i do not want to stay here in singapore. i just feel like there's so much more out there.. i want to go to Times Square. i want to go to a Broadway show. ok.. i've got to make my dreams come true.. so i have to work hard for it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;been talking to gabz, becca, chade, lin, and bronwyn and i just imagine if i was still there we would all be in Form 6. the senior seniors of ISCT. the only ones who wear the blue shirts with the form 6 tie. the ones with the common room and lots of study periods. the ones who only take 4 subjects. the ones who have the most priviledges in the school. it's so weird because when i was in ISCT i wanted to be house captain or head girl but now i won't get the chance and it's sad... but i know that lindsay or chade or rebecca will get that chance and i will be so very happy for them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway.. i cant believe i will be going to school on monday. my homework's not finished, my bag's not packed.. i will get up early tomorrow and get myself on track. promise. i actually cant wait to see everyone at school. just not excited about the schoolwork and social studies/history CA bit. i hate the UN chapter..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8029054-110459550138221805?l=underneath-my-skin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://underneath-my-skin.blogspot.com/feeds/110459550138221805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8029054&amp;postID=110459550138221805' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8029054/posts/default/110459550138221805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8029054/posts/default/110459550138221805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://underneath-my-skin.blogspot.com/2005/01/happy-new-year.html' title='happy new year!'/><author><name>nuraini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08272187049820802437</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-8029054.post-110389933773218401</id><published>2004-12-24T22:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-25T18:35:33.290+08:00</updated><title type='text'>egotrip's and kenshin's taylor shrine</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;OH MY FUCKING GOD!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you will not believe this thread at &lt;a href="http://www.hansonforums.net"&gt;www.hansonforums.net&lt;/a&gt;. it's called &lt;span style="color:#ff99cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;egotrip's and kenshin's taylor shrine&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and it is the absolute best. close to 200 pages of &lt;strong&gt;HOT TAYLOR PICS!!&lt;/strong&gt; makes you feel so hard to breathe.. makes you just want to eat jordan taylor hanson alive!! i passed out like halfway, fell off my chair in awe, drooled over the keyboard, and i'm positive my heart skipped at every post... god... how can a human being be so sexy??? ok, thought i'll share a little bit of this delicious heart throb for christmas just to whet your appettite..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v518/pizzafan/mytaylor.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v518/pizzafan/tayeyebrowup.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v518/pizzafan/hottay.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;drooling&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;yet?? here's more..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v518/pizzafan/tay.bmp" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v518/pizzafan/HansonTaylorBlackAndWhite.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok that's it. &lt;strong&gt;MERRY CHRISTMAS!!&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&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/8029054-110389933773218401?l=underneath-my-skin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://underneath-my-skin.blogspot.com/feeds/110389933773218401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8029054&amp;postID=110389933773218401' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8029054/posts/default/110389933773218401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8029054/posts/default/110389933773218401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://underneath-my-skin.blogspot.com/2004/12/egotrips-and-kenshins-taylor-shrine.html' title='egotrip&apos;s and kenshin&apos;s taylor shrine'/><author><name>nuraini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08272187049820802437</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-8029054.post-110346010520335615</id><published>2004-12-23T20:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-25T18:52:32.303+08:00</updated><title type='text'>wishlist</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;ok I know christmas is coming in like 2 days and even though I don't really celebrate christmas, I'm making a wishlist for the fun of it. haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;MY WISHLIST&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;to meet HANSON&lt;br /&gt;HANSON.NET membership&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;to hear Lenny's voice&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to hear Gabz's voice&lt;br /&gt;to hear Becca's voice&lt;br /&gt;to hear Lin's voice&lt;br /&gt;to hear Chade's voice&lt;br /&gt;actually to hear pretty much all of my old friends' voices&lt;br /&gt;HANSON's underneath acoustic live dvd&lt;br /&gt;HANSON's Middle Of Nowhere&lt;br /&gt;HANSON's This Time Around&lt;br /&gt;HANSON's previous videos of live concerts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;Lindsay Lohan's Speak&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ryan Cabrera's Take It All Away&lt;br /&gt;The Phantom of The Opera official soundtrack&lt;br /&gt;Eternity double disc album&lt;br /&gt;an mp3 player&lt;br /&gt;the motorola razr v3 (i dunno.. i just like it)&lt;br /&gt;the red Fossil watch the guitarist in the commercial wears&lt;br /&gt;Stila's convertible lip colour in blush bloom&lt;br /&gt;Stila's smudge pots&lt;br /&gt;make that anything from Stila&lt;br /&gt;to go to jakarta and see Boombastic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and I like it when presents are wrapped in the nice gold wrapping paper complete with the ribbon and bow. so nice...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div 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title='wishlist'/><author><name>nuraini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08272187049820802437</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-8029054.post-110336431111002618</id><published>2004-12-18T17:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-18T18:08:08.673+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the body shop and 3 monkeys</title><content type='html'>went to tampines mall yesterday coz i wanted to buy something from &lt;span style="color:#ff99cc;"&gt;the body shop&lt;/span&gt;. bought this 'define and no frizz' conditioner made from brazil nut oil. and there was a sale. 20% off the original price which brings a total of $15.10. that's half the price of my 'klorane' conditioner. and it's the same volume of conditioner: 100 ml. so maybe i should switch to this other one. so i can save $15. wheee!!~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i dropped in at toys r us to see tasnim being verrrrry busy at work. haha.. i will never work at a toys store. too many little children.. urgh.. chatted for awhile. didn't wanna stay too long coz it's a hectic place and im disturbing people trying to work. haha... then just wandered around coz i was trying to decide wat to do with my remaining $80. looked for lindsay lohan's new album &lt;span style="color:ff99cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Speak&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; but coudn't find it. maybe it's not out yet.. i dunno.. bought facial wash, then didn't know whether to buy this lipstick i like from &lt;span style="color:#ff99cc;"&gt;stila&lt;/span&gt; or if i should buy a cheaper one from &lt;span style="color:#ff99cc;"&gt;the body shop&lt;/span&gt; or &lt;span style="color:#ff99cc;"&gt;red earth&lt;/span&gt;. but then my sis called. apparently she didn't know where the ticket office at pasir ris interchange is. she was there to have her ez-link card made. so i decided to go over to pasir ris to help her out. while waiting for the train dad called and told us we were having dinner at &lt;span style="color:#ff99cc;"&gt;the 3 monkeys cafe&lt;/span&gt;. then my sis called again and said that she was supposed to bring her passport so the trip to pasir ris was wasted. we decided to meet at city hall interchange coz we had abt 1 1/2 hours before we were supposed to meet papa and mummy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at city hall we had a drink coz we were both really tired out. then i told her of my little 'dilemma'. haha.. after the drink we headed to orchard. omg... there were sooooo many people. my sis and i were hot, tired and hungry. called papa to ask where they were. turns out they're still in chinatown. CHINATOWN!! and it was 15 mins past the time we were supposed to meet. so we went to isetan to check out the stila counter there. im still confused about the lipstick. maybe i'll get &lt;span style="color:#ff99cc;"&gt;M.A.C.&lt;/span&gt; instead. havent had one of those in ages..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;finally we met up at the restaurant about 1 hr later than the time we agreed to meet up. had dinner. (i decided to stick to my vegetarianism and ordered a vegetarian lasagne. nurul had steak. it's meat!!!) went home. went online for a little while. got bored so i went to sleep. but hopefully tonight gabz can go online. she said she can only chat on weekends. and today's a weekend ryt? haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8029054-110336431111002618?l=underneath-my-skin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://underneath-my-skin.blogspot.com/feeds/110336431111002618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8029054&amp;postID=110336431111002618' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8029054/posts/default/110336431111002618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8029054/posts/default/110336431111002618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://underneath-my-skin.blogspot.com/2004/12/body-shop-and-3-monkeys.html' title='the body shop and 3 monkeys'/><author><name>nuraini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08272187049820802437</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-8029054.post-110320540070587588</id><published>2004-12-16T21:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-16T21:58:39.413+08:00</updated><title type='text'>double dose of adam brody</title><content type='html'>k dad came home today but he didnt bring home his thumb drive thingy which means that im probably not gonna get my pics til like wat...?? next century probably.. whatever.. so now i gotta wait for my hanson pics frm riung which will probably happen next year coz ryt now they're in ba'kelalan and there's no internet connection there.. sigh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;did nothing, i repeat, absolutely NOTHING the whole day. it was sooooo damn boring. i woke up at like 10+ i think. so much for me waking up early to do my homework. i really gotta finish my hw by this weekend so dat i can stay up and chat to gabz. apparently she can only go online around 8pm her time which is like 2am singapore time. sheesh... i hate the stupid time difference.. but im so looking forward to chatting with her. we just have LOADS to catch up on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well at least tonight rox.. haha but that's because there's a double dose of &lt;span style="color:#ff99cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;adam brody&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. he was in tonight's episode of &lt;span style="color:#ff99cc;"&gt;smallville&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#ff99cc;"&gt;The O.C.&lt;/span&gt;'s showing later. wheeeeee!!~ adam brody is soooo damn CUUUUUTE!!! i absolutely adore and love him to pieces. he just rocks my world.. haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8029054-110320540070587588?l=underneath-my-skin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://underneath-my-skin.blogspot.com/feeds/110320540070587588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8029054&amp;postID=110320540070587588' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8029054/posts/default/110320540070587588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8029054/posts/default/110320540070587588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://underneath-my-skin.blogspot.com/2004/12/double-dose-of-adam-brody.html' title='double dose of adam brody'/><author><name>nuraini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08272187049820802437</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-8029054.post-110308966563194969</id><published>2004-12-15T13:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-15T13:47:45.630+08:00</updated><title type='text'>yay! new layout!</title><content type='html'>omg cnt believe im like done with the new layout even though i started yesterday. a HUGE HUGE HUGE thank you to my sister nurul who helped me a WHOLE lot with this layout coz if i were to hve done it by myself i jz noe there's gonna be a lot of cursing and swearing at the computer haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tried to call lenny yesterday. apparently he's not back yet. he'll be arriving on the 20th. dats like a whole wk away!! i realy wana talk to him b4 he goes back to iraq. sigh... the consequence of joining the US marines.. and he's only like 19!! dude... but it'll be nice to hear his voice again haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dad's supposed to come back today but i dunno if it's confirmed or anything. i jz wish he'll come back quick.. i cnt wait to see the jkrta pics!! and yes, tasnim we did have a BLAST!! hahaha...  but dnt get jealous or anything cz i did wish we were here longer b4 going to jkrta..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;neway im bored to death rite now. my amath n emath hw is jz calling to me to go finish thm.. but noooooo cnt be bothered to start on my hw now.. maybe later.. ciao!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8029054-110308966563194969?l=underneath-my-skin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://underneath-my-skin.blogspot.com/feeds/110308966563194969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8029054&amp;postID=110308966563194969' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8029054/posts/default/110308966563194969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8029054/posts/default/110308966563194969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://underneath-my-skin.blogspot.com/2004/12/yay-new-layout.html' title='yay! new layout!'/><author><name>nuraini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08272187049820802437</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-8029054.post-110282885347704646</id><published>2004-12-12T13:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-12T13:20:53.476+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mungkin Nanti</title><content type='html'>this song here is an indonesian song by peterpan who i believe is nominated for best artist indonesia 2005 mtv asia awards.  and no wonder coz this song rox! but we got to noe this song thru boombastic hu does this song so well. especially rudi he rox! haha.. and thanx for finding the lyrics nurul. *muahz!!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PETERPAN - Mungkin Nanti&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Saatnya ku berkata mungkin yang terakhir kalinya&lt;br /&gt;Sudahlah lepaskan semua kuyakin inilah waktunya&lt;br /&gt;Mungkin saja kau bukan yang dulu lagi&lt;br /&gt;Mungkin saja rasa itu telah pergi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dan mungkin bila nanti kita kan bertemu lagi&lt;br /&gt;Satu pintaku jangan kau coba tanyakan kembali&lt;br /&gt;Rasa yang kutinggal mati&lt;br /&gt;Seperti hari kemarin saat semua disini&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dan bila hatimu termenung bangun dari mimpi-mimpimu&lt;br /&gt;Membuka hatimu yang dulu cerita saat bersamaku&lt;br /&gt;Mungkin saja kau bukan yang dulu lagi&lt;br /&gt;Mungkin saja rasa itu telah pergi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dan mungkin bila nanti kita kan bertemu lagi&lt;br /&gt;Satu pintaku jangan kau coba tanyakan kembali&lt;br /&gt;Rasa yang kutinggal mati&lt;br /&gt;Seperti hari kemarin saat semua disini&lt;br /&gt;Tak usah kau tanyakan lagi simpan untukmu sendiri&lt;br /&gt;Semua sesal yang kau cari semua rasa yang kau beri&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8029054-110282885347704646?l=underneath-my-skin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://underneath-my-skin.blogspot.com/feeds/110282885347704646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8029054&amp;postID=110282885347704646' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8029054/posts/default/110282885347704646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8029054/posts/default/110282885347704646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://underneath-my-skin.blogspot.com/2004/12/mungkin-nanti.html' title='Mungkin Nanti'/><author><name>nuraini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08272187049820802437</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-8029054.post-110276565983751124</id><published>2004-12-11T19:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-11T20:59:26.170+08:00</updated><title type='text'>im baaaaack!!</title><content type='html'>wheee!!~ k finally im back frm my 3-wk long holiday in jakarta. i noe i hvnt blogged in like.. geez!! almost a mth?? but i was on holiday man... who the hell pesters their dad to connect the internet jz to blog?? and in reference to my tagboard, sum ppl just like to waste their own time. why shud i succumb to this so-called "pressure" to blog? it's &lt;strong&gt;my&lt;/strong&gt; blog and i can update whenever i wish to freakin update. u want to tag? be my guest. it's &lt;strong&gt;ur&lt;/strong&gt; own time ur wasting by tagging silly nonsense coz i dnt give two hoots. k.. phew..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well to sum it up i had a &lt;strong&gt;BLAST!!&lt;/strong&gt; but obviously the highlights of the whole vacation was &lt;strong&gt;SEEING HANSON IN CONCERT&lt;/strong&gt; and going to &lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;mario's place&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;amigo's&lt;/span&gt; to hear &lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;boombastic&lt;/span&gt;. they rock and they are so talented. and they make good music too. and of course hanson jz rocks my world. too bad they're not coming here coz i wud be going to the sg concert too. but the best part was that it was in a realy cozy and intimate place so i was so freakin close to them. well maybe im exaggerating coz it's not like im in front or nethin. but we wud have been if had left at 4 like we originally planned to. a whole hr makes a hell lotta difference to where u end up standing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;k im like too lazy to write on 3-wk's worth of happenings so if u wana noe more check out my sister's blog. the link dat says devilish. and wen my dad comes home i'll be able to upload the pics onto a photo album or sumthin so y'all can see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8029054-110276565983751124?l=underneath-my-skin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://underneath-my-skin.blogspot.com/feeds/110276565983751124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8029054&amp;postID=110276565983751124' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8029054/posts/default/110276565983751124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8029054/posts/default/110276565983751124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://underneath-my-skin.blogspot.com/2004/12/im-baaaaack.html' title='im baaaaack!!'/><author><name>nuraini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08272187049820802437</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-8029054.post-110007872045933402</id><published>2004-11-10T17:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-10T17:25:20.460+08:00</updated><title type='text'>yay!! my siblings are here!!</title><content type='html'>k i noe i hvnt updated in a while. was too lazy n besides my comp is fucked up anyway. keeps freezing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;monday&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;went out shopping wif nurul. bought a new pair of jeans and sum makeup.. yay.. nurul also bought pants n a shirt for herself. also went to watch &lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;princess diaries 2&lt;/span&gt;. i gotta say it's kinda lame ah... i mean it's worth $6.50. dnt go on wkends!! the movie isnt worth ur $8.50!! the first one is def better than the 2nd one. but the movie which i realy wana watch is &lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;'the forgotten'&lt;/span&gt; it looks real gud. and im also aching to noe wats actualy goin on in the movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;tuesday&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the kids arrived today!! yay!! i missed them sooo much. and it's always fun wen they're around. it's nvr quiet. esp not with rining arnd. haha rining's the youngest one. he's 7. haha im still the oldest. loads of responsibility there. then ayun's 15. well she's only a couple of months younger than me. her bday's in jan. then comes riung. he's turning 15 in a couple of wks (yes.. he's the hot one..). then of course there's nurul coz she's 14. rauth's nxt: he's 13 and rining's the youngest. sooooo happy to see them. of course we jz tried to catch up on stuff. riung showed us sum pics he took wen they were in jkrta. then we checked out each other's cellphones. they got sum cool fones man!! haha.. mom went out to pay the bills with rauth and the rest of us jz hung out.. being stupid.. haha.. then we met up with mummy and rauth for dinner at swensen's at plaza sg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after dinner we went grocery-shopping. OMG!!! u do not, i repeat &lt;strong&gt;DO NOT&lt;/strong&gt; want to be in the supermarket.. 6 of us.. including a 7-yr-old. but it was fun coz we split up the list and we each went to find diff stuff. the hard part was wen we were abt to go pay and we cudnt find each other. haha.. and wen we found one, we lost another one. it's confusing but sooooo fun!! got home, watched CSI. (grissom is soo cool!) wanted to sleep early but ended up sleeping at 1 am. but i noe riung, nurul and ayun slept later. they were all like sprawled on the mattress outside this morning. haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;today&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got up at 10 this morning. itinerary for the day? &lt;strong&gt;SPRING CLEANING!!!&lt;/strong&gt; and i realy mean thorough cleaning. i got the living room area: display cupboards, souvenirs, glass cupboards, arrange bks, wipe the dining table, wipe the shelf. riung the handyman had to clean out the storerm and do the hanging stuff.. like frames and stuff.. ayun got windows. nurul had to clean her room and the toilet. rauth and rining had to wipe the display stuff.. it was sooooo fun!! the music was blasting, we were singing... and evryone was doin sumthing. i gues we had to make sure the house is clean b4 my dad comes home tonite. heard he'll be in a bad mood. i hope he'll be proud of us and how we cleaned the house. haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;neway.. raya's coming in like.. 4 days?? ya k watevr. and im actualy psyched. k weird.. i wasnt at first. but wat with the kids being here and all i actualy cant wait! wel.. i dunno if i'll be online the next few days coz my dad will be home.. so happy deepavali and selamat hari raya!! wheeeee!~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8029054-110007872045933402?l=underneath-my-skin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://underneath-my-skin.blogspot.com/feeds/110007872045933402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8029054&amp;postID=110007872045933402' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8029054/posts/default/110007872045933402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8029054/posts/default/110007872045933402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://underneath-my-skin.blogspot.com/2004/11/yay-my-siblings-are-here.html' title='yay!! my siblings are here!!'/><author><name>nuraini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08272187049820802437</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-8029054.post-109983184203276417</id><published>2004-11-07T20:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-07T20:50:42.033+08:00</updated><title type='text'>wkend's almost over but hols officialy starting</title><content type='html'>had my last day of extended studies on fri.  it was kinda sad coz we're not gona be seein each other till like next yr. and im realy gona miss havin lessons in the air-conditioned music room. i noe we all loved it so much we sed so in the 'extended studies survey'. haha.. "the venues for extended studies were conducive environments". strongly agree? unanimous. and im gona miss sitting next to tahirah. well it'll be cool to sit nxt to her nxt yr. she's so whacked, it wil def make the lessons go by faster. thn after the last lesson, we were all takin pics and helpin tahirah arrange the tables. then she, shalini and i went to return the tables. god.. tahirah is like superwoman man.. she cud hve carried the tables one-by-one and take two or three trips but &lt;strong&gt;NOOOO &lt;/strong&gt;she jz &lt;strong&gt;had&lt;/strong&gt; to carry all three tables at once to the classroom block. haha i love u tahirah!! *muahz!!* then tahirah and i went to collect the crystals dat she, raidah and i made. and they made me take evrything.. ya i noe i noe.. u guys must hve smuggled out sum chemicals to make ur own ritee.... haha.. but my crystals are pretty.. yay..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then nurul and i went to my aunt's house for her bday and also to buka puasa. she turned 52. n i saw my 2nd cuz, hakim. he's sooooo cute. he's walkin now!! yay.. and basically the house wasw full of screams n shrieks and squeals. after all there are 4 kids below the age of 6. and it doesnt help the eldest one is a total brat. i so hope she doesnt turn into a bimbo wen she grows up.. *shudder* watched sg idol and as expected, leandra got voted out. no surprise there.. i jz feel dat she got no charisma as an idol.. nxt wk's genre is asia pop.. wth?? how the fuck do u define dat?? riiiite... thn in survivor.. the tribes finally merged. new tribe: alinta. but there's still a battle of the sexes no matter how "merged" they are. coz the women outnumbered the men. all the men voted for amy and all the women voted for rory. result? rory got kicked out. n im happy wif dat coz i seriously cant stand him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday went over to my aunt's house again to buka, watch a couple of movies and sleep over. watched the jap version of the ring.. hmm.. it's an ok movie i guess... not on-the-edge-of-the-seat scary tho.. then watched 'the school of rock' i din mind watching it again coz i like dat movie. and contrary to wat nurul says, the drummer is not hot. slept over.. woke up late.. haha.. it was like almost noon. then nurul and i went home arnd 3 coz nurul had to clean her room. wch she's not realy doin at the mo..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tmr.. planning to go out. but hopefully my sis cleans her room by 9. coz i gota vacuum and mop the house. and i can only do dat once the room is done. geez..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway.. i like dat new song by lindsay lohan. the one dats playing on my blog. only it's playing on real player and sum ppl might not be able to hear it coz they dnt have real player on their comp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;I Decide&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't think that you can tell me what to think&lt;br /&gt;I'm the one who knows what's good for me&lt;br /&gt;and I'm stating my independence&lt;br /&gt;gonna take the road I'm gonna take&lt;br /&gt;and I'm gonna make my own mistakes&lt;br /&gt;it's my life&lt;br /&gt;I decide&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I decide, how I live&lt;br /&gt;I decide, who I love&lt;br /&gt;choice is mine and no one gets to make my mind up&lt;br /&gt;I decide&lt;br /&gt;I decide where I go, what I need, who I know&lt;br /&gt;I'm the one who's running my life&lt;br /&gt;I decide, I decide&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't think you're ever gonna hold me down&lt;br /&gt;Couldn't do it then can't do it now&lt;br /&gt;I'm kicking down all the fences&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna do it all and do too much&lt;br /&gt;and if I mess the whole thing up&lt;br /&gt;its my right&lt;br /&gt;I decide&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I decide, how I live&lt;br /&gt;I decide, who i love&lt;br /&gt;choice is mine and no one gets to make my mind up&lt;br /&gt;I decide&lt;br /&gt;I decide where I go, where I sleep, who I know&lt;br /&gt;I'm the one who's running my life&lt;br /&gt;I decide, I decide&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm taking my own chances&lt;br /&gt;I'm finding my own answers&lt;br /&gt;I'm only answering to me&lt;br /&gt;and that's the way it's gonna be&lt;br /&gt;I decide&lt;br /&gt;Ohh yeah yeah&lt;br /&gt;I decide&lt;br /&gt;I decide&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I decide, how I live&lt;br /&gt;I decide, who i love&lt;br /&gt;choice is mine and no one gets to make my mind up&lt;br /&gt;I decide&lt;br /&gt;I decide where I go, where I sleep, who I know&lt;br /&gt;I'm the one who's running my life&lt;br /&gt;I decide, I decide&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I decide how I live&lt;br /&gt;I decide who I love&lt;br /&gt;Choice is mine and no one gets to make my mind up I decide&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8029054-109983184203276417?l=underneath-my-skin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8029054.post-109956376976340437</id><published>2004-11-04T17:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-04T18:25:33.793+08:00</updated><title type='text'>wheeeee!! finally updated. double amath today.</title><content type='html'>k wen i sed yesterday 7.10am was too early to reach skool wen class starts at 7.40, i din mean it in a &lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;im-gonna-rush-coz-im-late&lt;/span&gt; kinda way. but dats wat happened. i woke up at 7 am today. n not coz the alarm rang but coz i heard the taichi music downstairs. but i seriously do not rmbr hearing the alarm ring at 4.40 and nor do i rmbr getting up. but i did coz wen i wke up my glasses and my fone were outside. &lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;did i sleepwalk??&lt;/span&gt; well i seriously had to rush. called for a cab. (that's an extra $3.20) and reached skool arnd 7.30am. got stopped by madam khoo for no name tag. (goddammit! i jz got out of the cab!) almost forgot i had to meet mrs lopez. but i did anyway and it turned out i got my first task as secretary: &lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;send a mass email to members of drama club to remind them they hve to come to skool on 28 &amp;amp; 30 dec, 10.30am-2.30pm for SYF preparations.&lt;/span&gt; fun rite....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fumbled arnd in my bag for my name tag on the way to class but cudnt find it. wen i reached class i realised i din do my amath hw (shit!) n i forgot to bring my lit. text (double shit!) i was late, i was rushing. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;why the hell din i hear my alarm?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; it sucked.. but luckily i got by. mrs geh went over the qns for hw so i cud do as she went along and during lit it was mainly discussion so it was alrite. i even survived two periods of amath! wel.. mainly coz &lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;sets&lt;/span&gt; isnt a hard topic to understand and do. i think the most boring lesson today was def phys. jz coz i totaly din understand electromagnetic spectrum. wat wif the radiation and radio waves.. riiite...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then stopped by the chem lab after skool to check on my grp's copper sulphate crystals. it's turning out pretty good considering the fact our solution was too little and a little bit of the copper oxide got filtered into the solution. hpefully the solution wud hve all evaporated so we can collect the crystals tmr. yay...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;k tmr is the last day of extended studies... kinda happy but kinda sad too. it was realy fun havin lessons in the music rm wif aircon and i can wear my nice warm jacket and sit nxt to the temp. controller. i like had pretty much the control over the room's temp. hahahahha.. sori if it had been too cold u guys.. but then again i cant wait for hols to officialy start. and for my siblings to come on mon!! yay!! miss them sooooo much!~ sure it will be noisy wif 6 kids in the house but it will be fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah.. n it's lindsay's 18th bday 2day. &lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;HAPPY BDAY LIN.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8029054-109956376976340437?l=underneath-my-skin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://underneath-my-skin.blogspot.com/feeds/109956376976340437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8029054&amp;postID=109956376976340437' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8029054/posts/default/109956376976340437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8029054/posts/default/109956376976340437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://underneath-my-skin.blogspot.com/2004/11/wheeeee-finally-updated-double-amath.html' title='wheeeee!! finally updated. double amath today.'/><author><name>nuraini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08272187049820802437</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-8029054.post-109922792256708057</id><published>2004-10-31T21:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-31T21:05:22.566+08:00</updated><title type='text'>happy halloween!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;HAPPY HALLOWEEN!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8029054-109922792256708057?l=underneath-my-skin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://underneath-my-skin.blogspot.com/feeds/109922792256708057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8029054&amp;postID=109922792256708057' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8029054/posts/default/109922792256708057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8029054/posts/default/109922792256708057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://underneath-my-skin.blogspot.com/2004/10/happy-halloween.html' title='happy halloween!!'/><author><name>nuraini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08272187049820802437</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-8029054.post-109894859703161613</id><published>2004-10-28T15:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-28T15:29:57.030+08:00</updated><title type='text'>AAHHH!!! HANSON in jakarta!!</title><content type='html'>HANSON is gonna perform in jakarta!!! wheeeeeee!! &lt;strong&gt;OMG!!!&lt;/strong&gt; i am so there. they're gona perform on nov 28 and i fink im gona be in jakarta during dat time. yay!! i can go with nurul and ayun.. i cant wait. i cant wait. i cant wait. and i love them to teensy weensy bits/particles/molecules/atoms/neutrons/protons/electrons!! coz &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;HANSON ROX!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8029054-109894859703161613?l=underneath-my-skin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://underneath-my-skin.blogspot.com/feeds/109894859703161613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8029054&amp;postID=109894859703161613' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8029054/posts/default/109894859703161613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8029054/posts/default/109894859703161613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://underneath-my-skin.blogspot.com/2004/10/aahhh-hanson-in-jakarta.html' title='AAHHH!!! HANSON in jakarta!!'/><author><name>nuraini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08272187049820802437</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-8029054.post-109888089551669692</id><published>2004-10-27T19:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-27T20:41:35.516+08:00</updated><title type='text'>guess wat?? im the new secretary</title><content type='html'>today was the first day of the 7-day extended study period. my bag was &lt;strong&gt;SO&lt;/strong&gt; heavy i was literally dragging my feet while walking. during amath mrs geh spent abt 20 mins talkin to us abt who will be dropping subjs nxt yr. then she wrote sum qns on the board wch we were supposed to ans truthfully n hand in to her later. stuff like whether we had put in enuff effort for amath this yr, how was mrs geh like as an amath teacher/FM... stuff like dat. thn she started on a new topic: &lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;permutations&lt;/span&gt;. it's a kinda ok chpter. but thn again amath chpters always seem easy at first thn gets harder n harder.. haha.. but i seriously think dat mrs geh had been a realy gud amath teacher and FM. sure, sum ppl dnt like her coz she might seem like 'a bitch' but hu doesnt have their bad days? n sumtimes ppl usualy provoke dat side of her. i wudnt mind having her for an amath teacher/FM next yr coz she is actualy pretty cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so proud of myself coz i paid attention in bio today!! wheeeeee!  mr peh started on a new topic: &lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;ecology&lt;/span&gt; so it was kinda important dat i paid attention. but thn again i am sitting in front so it's hard not to. but i was kinda disappointed wen mr peh told us he wudnt be goin wif us on the st. john's island field trip on 12 nov coz he's goin wif the other grp on 10 nov and dat miss diane will be goin wif us. i kinda wished dat mr peh wud go wif both grps - then it'll be more interesting and it's easier to ask qns and stuff.. oh well.. i hope he teaches us bio nxt yr. haha he also gve us his email add. he's so funny... wat wif his view on forward emails and the catfish in the pond..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we had a drama club committee meeting today. discussed stuff like roles n diff tasks etc. maryam got the president post (haha.. no surprise there) and kiran got vice-president. noorie's treasurer and im secretary. wheeee!! i actualy wanted the treasurer post but secretary's fine with me too. i figured dat managing the money issues for the household is enuff alrdy. besides it's difficult to collect money frm the drama club members so hopefully noorie will be able to do dat well.. thn lubna's asst treasurer and lois asst secretary. dharschini's CIP co-ordinator and michelle &amp;amp; marissa are the sec 2 reps... so cool.. i cnt wait to start discussing stuff like SYF, CCA promotion day and recruitment auditions.. ya i think the auditions are the best part.. wheeee!!~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8029054-109888089551669692?l=underneath-my-skin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://underneath-my-skin.blogspot.com/feeds/109888089551669692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8029054&amp;postID=109888089551669692' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8029054/posts/default/109888089551669692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8029054/posts/default/109888089551669692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://underneath-my-skin.blogspot.com/2004/10/guess-wat-im-new-secretary.html' title='guess wat?? im the new secretary'/><author><name>nuraini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08272187049820802437</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-8029054.post-109871315301179090</id><published>2004-10-25T21:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-26T13:21:48.983+08:00</updated><title type='text'>interclass netball</title><content type='html'>we had interclass netball today.. 3e9 lost but i still luv the netballers anyway.. muahz! and it doesnt matter dat we lost coz the gud thing was dat u guys din give up halfway n dat the class still cheered u on.. esp wen amellia scored dat shot!! wheeeeeeee!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after dat the sec 3's had a dialogue session wif the prefects n teachers in the.. discipline committee? neway we were discussing if the rule&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt; 'no handphones, pagers or electronic/listening devices should be seen heard or used'&lt;/span&gt; shud be amended. we suggested suff lyk cellphones shud be allowed before skool, durin recess n after skool but not durin lessons. n also ways how we can enforce the rule.. i seriously hope they chnge the rule. but to those ppl hu still insist on using their cellphones durin lessons.. PLS!! the skool is alrdy willing to look into the rule n maybe chnge it so why cnt sum ppl jz stick to the goddam rule?? geez... will it hurt u not to use the fone durin lessons. it's not only rude, it's distracting for the rest of us hu wants to study n pass their exams.. so like sarah sed.. "give n take". u cnt hve everything in the world..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after dat dialogue session was the most boring talk &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;EVER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. "how to communicate with the elderly". k gotta be honest, dat was the first time i slept durin an assembly. i cudnt take it any longer. i din evn care dat the teacher was rite in front of our class. i jz leaned on sumone n slept for abt 1/2 hr.. i was soooo bored n sooo tired n it was realy hot outside too..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thn in class we check our exam marks n watched eilania's performance vid. man.. she can sing n play the piano realy well.. so happy n proud of her.. hahaha coz eilania rox!! *muahz!!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;luckily there's no skool tmr. last day of sleepin in for the wk before extended study starts on wed. got my emath txtbk.. jz need to get my ss bks.. yay.. i so cnt wait to start math again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8029054-109871315301179090?l=underneath-my-skin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://underneath-my-skin.blogspot.com/feeds/109871315301179090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8029054&amp;postID=109871315301179090' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8029054/posts/default/109871315301179090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8029054/posts/default/109871315301179090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://underneath-my-skin.blogspot.com/2004/10/interclass-netball.html' title='interclass netball'/><author><name>nuraini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08272187049820802437</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-8029054.post-109843478705790855</id><published>2004-10-22T16:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-22T16:46:27.056+08:00</updated><title type='text'>drama club comittee/new pics!</title><content type='html'>k i got voted into the drama club committee. gotta admit i was surprised. after all it is practically a popularity contest n im the newest member. so im kinda happy i got nominated n voted in. dunno wat my role's gona be yet tho. but maryam's def becoming president. she totaly deserves it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;finally got sum new pics over at the isct website. pics of artwork n the form 6 dance n stuff. the art works r all REALLY GOOD! sooo happy for them esp those who got the colours awards n stuff. cant wait to see them in dec. realy realy realy hope i can. coz i hear a lot of ppl are leavin so i gotta c them b4 they go everywhere in the world n we totaly lose contact...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8029054-109843478705790855?l=underneath-my-skin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://underneath-my-skin.blogspot.com/feeds/109843478705790855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8029054&amp;postID=109843478705790855' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8029054/posts/default/109843478705790855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8029054/posts/default/109843478705790855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://underneath-my-skin.blogspot.com/2004/10/drama-club-comitteenew-pics.html' title='drama club comittee/new pics!'/><author><name>nuraini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08272187049820802437</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-8029054.post-109827769729414640</id><published>2004-10-20T21:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-20T21:10:52.126+08:00</updated><title type='text'>im in luv.. n im confused abt it</title><content type='html'>i miss him.. i realy do..  i hpe he's doin alrite.. coz i realy realy miss him.. n im thinkin abt him everyday..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8029054-109827769729414640?l=underneath-my-skin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://underneath-my-skin.blogspot.com/feeds/109827769729414640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8029054&amp;postID=109827769729414640' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8029054/posts/default/109827769729414640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8029054/posts/default/109827769729414640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://underneath-my-skin.blogspot.com/2004/10/im-in-luv-n-im-confused-abt-it.html' title='im in luv.. n im confused abt it'/><author><name>nuraini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08272187049820802437</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-8029054.post-109802113281762708</id><published>2004-10-17T21:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-17T21:52:12.816+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my poem...</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Lost&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shadows of doubt shroud my perception&lt;br /&gt;Trust slowly evaporates.&lt;br /&gt;Lies. Deceit. Cunning.&lt;br /&gt;Lying in wait like the idle devil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fog creeps in like a silent enemy.&lt;br /&gt;Covering. Hiding&lt;br /&gt;what lies beneath.&lt;br /&gt;The truth is deeper than the surface.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She does not understand what cannot be revealed.&lt;br /&gt;Why the sudden change?&lt;br /&gt;Why the sudden confusion?&lt;br /&gt;The silence echoes like a gunshot&lt;br /&gt;in an empty room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Empty.&lt;br /&gt;She feels empty.&lt;br /&gt;The nothingness inside her overwhelms&lt;br /&gt;her very existence.&lt;br /&gt;She crumples, afraid. She does not trust&lt;br /&gt;this sudden darkness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The shadows start to creep in.&lt;br /&gt;Engulf her.&lt;br /&gt;Lost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8029054-109802113281762708?l=underneath-my-skin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://underneath-my-skin.blogspot.com/feeds/109802113281762708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8029054&amp;postID=109802113281762708' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8029054/posts/default/109802113281762708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8029054/posts/default/109802113281762708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://underneath-my-skin.blogspot.com/2004/10/my-poem.html' title='my poem...'/><author><name>nuraini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08272187049820802437</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-8029054.post-109776138487950096</id><published>2004-10-14T21:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-14T23:09:56.683+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ouija board... freaky...[embarassment]</title><content type='html'>went to cathay cineleisure wif nurul today 2 watch dat korean horror movie: &lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;ouija &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;board&lt;/span&gt; [like i sed b4 im a sucker for horror &lt;a href="http://searchmiracle.com/text/search.php?qq=movies" target="_blank"&gt;movies&lt;/a&gt;]. wanted to watch &lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;exorcist&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;the&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;beginning&lt;/span&gt; at first but it's nc-16.. [sorry nurul..] haha.. and i also made a total ass of myself in the lift. felt soooooo embarrassed n cudnt stop thinkin abt it durin the movie. which by the way isnt dat scary. i mean it did hve it's freaky parts, durin which i cudnt stop covering myself wif my jacket, but the storyline's kinda dead. ok maybe not dead as in dead. more like flat. but it wasnt a bad movie tho. now due to my shrinkin savings, i think i can only spare enuf for like 1 or 2 more &lt;a href="http://searchmiracle.com/text/search.php?qq=movies" target="_blank"&gt;movies&lt;/a&gt;. im def watchin saved! which has &lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;mandy&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;moore&lt;/span&gt; in it. she's a fab actress n super talented. n it also has macaulay culkin. lookin forward to his return to the movie industry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wel today was fun. tmr's the start of the fasting mth. wheeeee! i must say im lookin forward to it more thn i am to hari raya. i noe, call me weird...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8029054-109776138487950096?l=underneath-my-skin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://underneath-my-skin.blogspot.com/feeds/109776138487950096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8029054&amp;postID=109776138487950096' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8029054/posts/default/109776138487950096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8029054/posts/default/109776138487950096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://underneath-my-skin.blogspot.com/2004/10/ouija-board-freakyembarassment.html' title='ouija board... freaky...[embarassment]'/><author><name>nuraini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08272187049820802437</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-8029054.post-109767327294357030</id><published>2004-10-13T21:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-13T21:14:32.943+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sum ppl jz piss me off</title><content type='html'>sum ppl certainly chnge ur perceptions of them. they cud be sweetie pies one day n annoying jerks the next. barging in on everything, acting like a noe-it-all, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;PISSING ME OFF&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. get ur own life.  watevr. like nurul wud say: &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;frew you!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8029054-109767327294357030?l=underneath-my-skin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://underneath-my-skin.blogspot.com/feeds/109767327294357030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8029054&amp;postID=109767327294357030' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8029054/posts/default/109767327294357030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8029054/posts/default/109767327294357030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://underneath-my-skin.blogspot.com/2004/10/sum-ppl-jz-piss-me-off.html' title='sum ppl jz piss me off'/><author><name>nuraini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08272187049820802437</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-8029054.post-109747600933768806</id><published>2004-10-11T14:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-11T14:32:21.306+08:00</updated><title type='text'>exams are over..wheeeeee!! [hope mummy will be alrite]</title><content type='html'>ok..ok... i noe i hvnt blogged in like wat.. 3 wks?? but hve been bz wif exams n stuff.. exams.. *shudder* but now dat they're over *phew* n i dnt hve to go to skool til nxt tues wheeeeeee!! but seriously, exams were causing so much stress dat i was breaking out n freakin out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;friday - 1/10/04&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;english paper 1:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; ok wat the hell was mr ang thinkin setting those topics?!!i cudnt decide between them so i went straight to the guided compo - letter writing - which was ok. cud write until the end of the letter. thn decided i had to choose a topic. decided on topic 4: describe a place of natural beauty. pfft.. had loads to write on but dunno why suddenly went blank halfway thru. so my compo was like serious crap towards the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;english paper 2:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; had to read the passage 6 FREAKIN TIMES before i got the faintest idea wat it was abt. sumthin abt a blue hotel and a swede guy hu's a total nutcase. then the qns were all inferential. no straight-from-the-passage qns. fuck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;social studies:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; miss hamidah told us to concentrate on 3 out of 5 chpters and dat chpters 5+6 had to go together. so i focused on chpter 2: merger &amp; separation, chpter 3: conflict in s.lanka &amp;amp; n.ireland n chpter 7: industralisation in s'pore 1960s-1970s. guess wat? chpter 7 came out for sbq n chpters 2,3, 5/6 came out for seq. i gues i was lucky. it wud hve sucked if chpters 5 n 6 came out as separate qns coz i do not get diplomacy n deterrence at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;wednesday - 6/10/04&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;didnt take the mother tongue paper 1 so cud come later in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;science (chem/phys):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; wen i got the paper, i was like "im so gona do phys first". phys was ok. not too easy, not too hard. but chem... i looked at the first qn: wch of these is a volatile liquid?" wtf? wat kind of a qn no.1 is this? first qn alredy so fucked. wel.. things went pretty much downhill frm there..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;thursday - 7/10/04&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;a.math:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; stupid paper. 'nuff sed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;lit paper 1:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; I SO TOTALLY SCREWED THIS ONE UP!! for sum stupid apparent reason i thot we started at 10 wen we started at 11. but i knew we ended at 11.50 so i thot we had 1hr 50mins wen we actually had 50 mins!! and im sitting rite in front for godsakes!! took my own sweet time reading the poem and the prose n tryin to decide between the 2. i was 3/4way-thru doin part (i) wen the invigilator sed we had 15 more mins. wtfh??!! i hvnt even started part (ii) yet!! had to rush thru the paper. pretty much screwed it up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;lit paper 2:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; well miss ang sed to concentrate on viola n malvolio for revision. n due to time constraint i did. qn 1 (wch was compulsory) was the scene where viola had her soliloquy. thank god i read it like 5 times. thn i chose qn 2 wch was on malvolio. i like those kind of qns where u imagine u are this character n write abt this particular situation u were in...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;friday - 8/10/04&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok.. hu scheduled the exam timetable? hu the hell puts bio n hist on the same day??!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;bio:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; well mr peh totally scared us by sayin it will be realy difficult (he later told us today dat it was to "mentally-prepare us". god.. i was freakin out. but it was actually pretty ok. i was realy preparing for the worst. thot i was gona look at the paper n freak out n cry. jw even wrote on the board an invitation to the &lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;'shaking legs club'. time: 8am-10.15am. wat to do: stare at the paper n shake ur legs&lt;/span&gt;.. haha.. i was thinking abt it.. hmm maybe i'll consider the tues invitation to the tribal ceremony.. haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;hist elect:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; i was kinda scared coz i only studied chptr 3: china, chptr 4: germany, and chptr 5: ww2 in germany. kinda guessed china was gona come out 4 sbq coz ww2 came out last yr n the yr b4 for sbq n we alrdy had russia for a ca. so i was relieved wen china came out for sbq n russia, germany n ww2 in europe came out for seq. didnt understand the germany qn so did the ww2 one. (speaking of ww2.. cant wait for &lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;pearl harbour&lt;/span&gt; this wkend!! &lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;josh hartnett&lt;/span&gt; is sooooooo cute!!) wished had more time tho. even tho i realy tried to stick to the suggested duration for each qn, i still cudnt finish.. hmm.. maybe i wasted too much time writing rubbish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;monday - 11/10/04&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;emath paper 1:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; wasnt too bad. except for a few tough questions here n there, it was pretty manageable. i didnt freak out even tho i felt soooo guilty for not studyin at all durin the wkend. think can pass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;emath paper 2:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; two words: fucked up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;puk peru passed away last nite. he's my mom's dad. she's realy upset abt it. she jz came back yestrday frm visiting him in li&lt;a href="http://searchmiracle.com/text/search.php?qq=MBA" target="_blank"&gt;mba&lt;/a&gt;ng thn tonite she has to go off again. wen ayun called jz now to talk to mummy, she was crying.. i hope they'll feel alrite again. esp mummy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8029054-109747600933768806?l=underneath-my-skin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://underneath-my-skin.blogspot.com/feeds/109747600933768806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8029054&amp;postID=109747600933768806' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8029054/posts/default/109747600933768806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8029054/posts/default/109747600933768806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://underneath-my-skin.blogspot.com/2004/10/exams-are-overwheeeeee-hope-mummy-will.html' title='exams are over..wheeeeee!! 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