<?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-10062616</id><updated>2011-04-22T01:46:45.706+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Radioactive</title><subtitle type='html'>tHiS is wHaT iM dOiNg cOs i hAv nTh BeTtEr tO do...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bleedingmylifedry.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10062616/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bleedingmylifedry.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Shahrin Izhar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16311039923485721991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img442.imageshack.us/img442/8800/newhair21vn6.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>48</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10062616.post-113828803008127707</id><published>2006-01-26T23:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-26T23:07:10.093+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Moved.</title><content type='html'>Hey people. Please relink to my new blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://-wreckedandjealous.blogspot.com"&gt;http://-wreckedandjealous.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanksies.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10062616-113828803008127707?l=bleedingmylifedry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bleedingmylifedry.blogspot.com/feeds/113828803008127707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10062616&amp;postID=113828803008127707' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10062616/posts/default/113828803008127707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10062616/posts/default/113828803008127707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bleedingmylifedry.blogspot.com/2006/01/moved.html' title='Moved.'/><author><name>Shahrin Izhar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16311039923485721991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img442.imageshack.us/img442/8800/newhair21vn6.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10062616.post-113519052255532368</id><published>2005-12-22T02:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-22T02:42:02.580+08:00</updated><title type='text'>To be or not to be. That is the question.</title><content type='html'>For starters, I'd just like to say that I uploaded some new songs so ya'll can listen to it. Yep. Gave it some sort of ratings also. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just realised something. I haven't been using vulgarities on my blog. Gives people the impression that I'm a good guy who doesn't swear. That's SO wrong. Maybe I should f**king start to f**king curse in my f**king posts on this f**king blog. Should i f**king do that? Maybe i f**king should. Hmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.. Nah~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, nothing much has happend this week. Kinda boring. I've been stuck at home doing nothing but watching tv and playing maplestory. It's getting kinda lame; this lifestyle of mine. I should try to do something new. But there's nothing for me to do. Even if there was something, I'd probably get too lazy to do it. I guess I just have to wait til school re-opens so I can meet up with my friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, that's about all that I'm gonna blog about. I've got nothing much to say. Oh yeah. You guys MUST listen to "I believe". It's down there at the entertainment section of this f**king blog. Heh. Enjoy~!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Who the hell created all those vulgarities anyway?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10062616-113519052255532368?l=bleedingmylifedry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bleedingmylifedry.blogspot.com/feeds/113519052255532368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10062616&amp;postID=113519052255532368' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10062616/posts/default/113519052255532368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10062616/posts/default/113519052255532368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bleedingmylifedry.blogspot.com/2005/12/to-be-or-not-to-be-that-is-question.html' title='To be or not to be. That is the question.'/><author><name>Shahrin Izhar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16311039923485721991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img442.imageshack.us/img442/8800/newhair21vn6.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10062616.post-113457379428035377</id><published>2005-12-14T23:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-14T23:23:14.296+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My hand! Oh my precious hand!</title><content type='html'>My tongue is burning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heh. I'm eating supper. My mom cooked some fried rice and they're super spicy. I'm sweating like a bald 50 year old man in a bath robe sitting in a steam room. But the fried rice is tasty. I can't stop eating though I know that it makes my tongue hurt. Yum yum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I have this blister on my hand which is the size of about 1 and a half 10 cent coin. And the skin tore off. So it stings and stuff. It hurts like hell. Well, it doesn't really hurt that much. But it hurts nonetheless. I guess this is the present I get for going to campcraft training. Thank god the last training is over. Finally I can rest and play maple as long as I want. Now THIS is what I call holidays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talking about maple. I've gotten back into the game. I've been training like nobody's business. I keep killing them monsters and somehow, I don't get sick of it. Not like last time. Maybe it's cause I feel the pressure of being at such a low level while all my friends are high levelled maplers. I don't wanna get left behind. It sucks. Big time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ran into this bunch of cats while on the way home just now. Some kids were playing soccer at the void deck and one cat went after the ball. Then this kid just went up to the cat and roared.&lt;br /&gt;ROAR! Kinda shocked me a little. The poor cat then got scared and ran away. There were two other cats hanging with that ball-chasing cat. I went to approach them. So this is what i thought the cats were thinking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cat A: Hah, that dumbass. I knew he wouldn't get the ball. I mean, the ball is almost as big as him! And check out that kid. I've never a kid roar like that before. He's gotta be mental.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cat B: Oh snap! Look, there's this kid walking towards us! Run! &lt;/em&gt;(and this cat did kinda move a lil' bit)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cat A: Nah, he's harmless. &lt;/em&gt;(then I went to pet this cat and it rolled over) &lt;em&gt;Ahh.. scratch me. SCRATCH ME!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heh. That was just what I think those cats might have said. Anyway, I've been thinking. How would I look 60 years from now. I know there's gonna be wrinkles and I'm gonna lose hair and stuff. But my face still have same look as now? Hmm. I wonder. I guess I have to wait 60 years to find out huh. That is, IF I live for the next 60 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, that's about it. I gotta get back to maple now. Bye!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;My music is my expression.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10062616-113457379428035377?l=bleedingmylifedry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bleedingmylifedry.blogspot.com/feeds/113457379428035377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10062616&amp;postID=113457379428035377' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10062616/posts/default/113457379428035377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10062616/posts/default/113457379428035377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bleedingmylifedry.blogspot.com/2005/12/my-hand-oh-my-precious-hand.html' title='My hand! Oh my precious hand!'/><author><name>Shahrin Izhar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16311039923485721991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img442.imageshack.us/img442/8800/newhair21vn6.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10062616.post-113388470952066166</id><published>2005-12-06T23:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-06T23:58:29.536+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The procress in on hiatus.</title><content type='html'>Okay. I'm blogging again. Why, you ask? Just cause I've got nothing better to do. Yeah. Somehow, I've gotten sick of Maple and Counter-strike. It's weird but I suddenly have a feeling to design a new blogskin. So I've been analysing templates and memorising some stuff. I tried designing one today but, well, it didn't turn out like it was supposed to. So I decided to take a short break from this tough job. I'll find something else to do. I still have my trusty T.V. So I can just watch cartoons for 12 hours. Go Nickelodeon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. Today went to school to discuss about the tentage things for campcraft. Mengzhou somehow spent 2hours++ pleading with the teacher to let him quit the campcraft team. I can never, I repeat, NEVER be able to talk to a teacher for 2hours. I can't even stand 5minutes. It's amazing. I guess he was just desperate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn. Now that Mengzhou left the campcraft team, I have to take care of everything. That sucks big time. I'll see how it goes. If it sucks, maybe I'll spend 2hours pleading with the teacher to let me quit the team too! Boy, am I smart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the discussion thingy, went to Zikeng's house. Something stupid happened. I told Irfan to meet me at Yishun MRT station. So he called me when the train that he was on was reaching the MRT station. Then the train arrived, the doors opened, and I boarded the train. Then I called Irfan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Me: Hello. Dude, are you on the front part of the train or the back part?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Irfan: Err. I'm kinda OUTSIDE the train&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Me: So you mean you're at Yishun MRT?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Irfan: Ya.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Me: Oh man, never mind. Just meet me at Khatib MRT.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stupid rite? Oh wells. This kind of things happen sometimes due to our dumbness. Finally we met up then went to 7-11, got some slurpee and then walk to Zikeng house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spend some time jamming but all we did was play some old songs. Nothing new. Zikeng sucks at guitar. But he's better than he used to be. I guess he just needs some time to learn more and eventually he may even become better than me! Or not. We've been trying to play Promise by Matchbook Romance. We can't yet but I think we will be able to play it soon enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After jamming for a while, I got sick of it and decided to try to write some songs so we all sat down and brainstormed. 10 seconds later, we decided to watch Kids Central instead. We get distracted easily. Besides, the TV in Zikeng's house is like HUGE. So we watched Wallace and Gromit in their quest to get cheese on the MOON.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we took out some airguns and loaded them. Then Irfan and I sat down, put our guns on the table, and started talking as though we were from the Mafia or something. You know, with that Italian accent? For example, "So Tony, where is my money eh?". That way. Haha. Then Irfan started shooting Zikeng with the airgun. All I could do was laugh. Yep. Then we went home and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I borrowed Zikeng's TSGS 13 and I read it at home. That's why I didn't do much today. I slept a lot. Yeah. Okay, that's about it? I feel like crashin' now. So, bye people. Stay in school!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Faminos, monchachos, god damn it!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10062616-113388470952066166?l=bleedingmylifedry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bleedingmylifedry.blogspot.com/feeds/113388470952066166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10062616&amp;postID=113388470952066166' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10062616/posts/default/113388470952066166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10062616/posts/default/113388470952066166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bleedingmylifedry.blogspot.com/2005/12/procress-in-on-hiatus.html' title='The procress in on hiatus.'/><author><name>Shahrin Izhar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16311039923485721991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img442.imageshack.us/img442/8800/newhair21vn6.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10062616.post-113344842267724823</id><published>2005-12-01T22:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-01T23:06:57.363+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Err. Who we talkin' about?</title><content type='html'>Woo. I'm back. Today was really fun. Went out to watch Chicken Little. It's a really, REALLY good movie. It's so funny that you may just crap in your pants while watching the movie. My favourite-est character in the whole movie was Fish. Man, that dude's really cool. I mean, who can dodge dodgeballs by dancing? Second is Runt. He kinda reminds me of someone (shall not say who) but he's really funny in the movie. He likes singing! He can sing pretty well too. Third is Chicken Little. I don't think he grew from the day he was born. Oh wells. He's height challenged. He's really creative. Can create a pair of shorts from his math homework. Cool huh. But I found it interesting that Chicken &lt;strong&gt;Little&lt;/strong&gt; and his father, *something* &lt;strong&gt;Cluck&lt;/strong&gt; has a different surname. Weird...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I guess that's enough about the movie. Don't wanna spoil it for you guys who haven't watched it yet. Oh yeah, there's one more character. Kerbie; or was it Herbie. Anyways, that dude is really cute. Haha. Yeah. Well after the movie we (Zikeng, Irfan and Me) went to Zikeng's house to jam. It was better than other jamming sessions. At least we could play some songs. And Zikeng's singing is not that bad. But it's not that good either. Heh. He can shout. That's a fact. My guitar strings have gone all rusty and stuff. It feels weird when I press on the frets. Ekk. Doesn't feel right. I think it kinda affected the sound too. Cause it sounds different now. Oh wells, I'll change the guitar strings... *procrastination in progress* ... soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah. I saw Zikeng's dog pissing outside the house. There was an awful lot of piss too. The weird thing was, that dog didn't raise its leg to piss. I think that dog was male. So, it's either the leg's broken or he's just too lazy to raise up his leg and piss. I mean, who can blame him? Why piss on three legs when you can just piss on four? It's much easier pissing on four legs. It's more... stable. You don't wanna fall over while pissing right? Then all that piss is gonna land on your body; which by the way isn't really pleasant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's about it. My memory's not good enough to remember anything else that happened. So those of you who haven't watched Chicken Little yet, go watch it. It's worth your money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oh, snap.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10062616-113344842267724823?l=bleedingmylifedry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bleedingmylifedry.blogspot.com/feeds/113344842267724823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10062616&amp;postID=113344842267724823' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10062616/posts/default/113344842267724823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10062616/posts/default/113344842267724823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bleedingmylifedry.blogspot.com/2005/12/err-who-we-talkin-about.html' title='Err. Who we talkin&apos; about?'/><author><name>Shahrin Izhar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16311039923485721991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img442.imageshack.us/img442/8800/newhair21vn6.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10062616.post-113327572695629376</id><published>2005-11-29T22:26:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-29T22:50:39.276+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mom, can I change back? I look like an idiot.</title><content type='html'>I have an annoucement to make. People, if you see me next year. Please don't laugh. Cause I'm gonna look like an idiot in the school uniform. The long pants; it's not as good as I thought it was. My mom asked me to try it on. And I did. But I looked like some geek trying to get a job at McDonald's. That's how bad it is. Maybe they should make the shirts long sleeved and then have jackets for the guys to match the long pants. Yeah. The school should do that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, bought the school books too. All of them are like so damn thick. I think I'm gonna have homework everyday next year. Which is bad for me cause homework and I, we don't click. I don't like it and it doesn't like me. It's gonna be tough for me. Yeah. Then when buying the books saw Liwen at the bookshop and she's alone. I wondered, "Is she strong enough to carry all those books home?" I guess she really is muscular huh. One word; fur-reaky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got this new blog song. It's really nice. I'm pretty much addicted to it now. It's Run by Snow Patrol. That's a weird name for a band isn't it? Maybe the band was from Alaska or something. Or, they're obssessed with snow. But who cares about the band name. The song rocks. I like the chorus the most.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Light up, light up&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;As if you have a choice&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Even if you cannot hear&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;My voice&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'll be right beside you, dear&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Louder louder&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And we'll run for our lives&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I can hardly speak I understand&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Why you can't raise your voice to say&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nice song, nice song. Yeah. I've been considering whether or not to quit maplestory. It's getting lame. I repeat for the sake of the visibility-ly-challenged; LAME. I mean, it's all the same. All you do is kill monsters, level up and then kill monsters again. There's nothing new in the game. So maybe, just maybe, I'm gonna quit the game. We'll see. Right now I'm addicted to Counter-strike. And I've gotten better at the game too. Woo-hoo! Maybe one day I'll go to the cyber cafe to take on real people and see how good I am compared to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, chicken little's coming out soon. Who's gonna go watch it? Tell me. Maybe I would wanna go too. It's boring at home. Yeah. So, that's about it. So long and good night~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Fat people are strong when it comes to carrying things;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But they're weak when it comes to push-ups and pull-ups.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Why?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10062616-113327572695629376?l=bleedingmylifedry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bleedingmylifedry.blogspot.com/feeds/113327572695629376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10062616&amp;postID=113327572695629376' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10062616/posts/default/113327572695629376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10062616/posts/default/113327572695629376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bleedingmylifedry.blogspot.com/2005/11/mom-can-i-change-back-i-look-like_29.html' title='Mom, can I change back? I look like an idiot.'/><author><name>Shahrin Izhar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16311039923485721991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img442.imageshack.us/img442/8800/newhair21vn6.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10062616.post-113310871476095021</id><published>2005-11-28T00:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-28T00:25:14.780+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Go go go!</title><content type='html'>Alright. I shall update my as-useless-as-a-useless-thingy blog. Finally I can play Counter-strike in the comforts of my room. Thanks Ken. He lent me the installation CD for Counter-strike: Condition Zero. It's a good game. It helped me realise that I kinda suck at the game. But I've been training and I think I've got better at the game. Yee-ha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, quite a lot of things have happened so far. I'm kinda lazy to type in everything so I'm just gonna summarise pretty much of the stuff. Sorry for that. I'm gonna start with the class chalet. Boo-ya!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, my mom finally allowed me to go for the class chalet but I have to go home at 12. That's the sucky part. The first day was pretty boring. The guys just sat in the chalet listeining to rock music which was blasting pretty loudly. And then we rented some bikes. We were supposed to return it at 8 that day but the bikes were only returned on the third day. Yea. Then ASG + Jiangwei went bowling! I was pretty good at it. Heh. My final score tied with Youqin. 74. Nice number. Then ASG - me went to watch Harry Potter. Yea. Wish I could have gone with them. Then I went home, blah blah blah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second day. It rained. So we pretty much stayed inside til 5+? Thankfully, Irfan brought his Xbox so I watched Zikeng and Irfan play D.O.A beach volleyball. The babes are hot man. Woo. Yea. They also played D.O.A Ultimate 2. Nice fighting game. Yea. Then we went to play water bombs! Woo-hoo! Yea. Erm. Everyone got wet and stuff. And I found out that it hurts when someone throws a water bomb at u. Ouch. Yea. Then it was barbeque time. Err. Went to buy some food and stuff. Burned some stuff. Oh yeah. Did you know that fries MELT when you burn em? I guess not. I was surprised too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So... what else happened. Oh yeah. Went to watch Harry Potter with Irfan since he only got to watch like one-third of the movie during the chalet. It was a cool movie. Then we saw some chicks. Then we talked about the band and stuff. It was a nice day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that I've blogged enough. My little skinny non-meaty but long fingers are tired already. So is my wrist. I'd better go to sleep. Gotta wake up early tomorrow to buy the school books. Damn. Just one more month til school re-opens. Gotta make the best of it. Alright, bye people!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Guns and violence don't solve problems.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;They only provide fun.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10062616-113310871476095021?l=bleedingmylifedry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bleedingmylifedry.blogspot.com/feeds/113310871476095021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10062616&amp;postID=113310871476095021' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10062616/posts/default/113310871476095021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10062616/posts/default/113310871476095021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bleedingmylifedry.blogspot.com/2005/11/go-go-go.html' title='Go go go!'/><author><name>Shahrin Izhar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16311039923485721991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img442.imageshack.us/img442/8800/newhair21vn6.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10062616.post-113155675569714633</id><published>2005-11-10T01:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-10T01:19:15.710+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kabla!</title><content type='html'>Alright! It's 1am and i'm still awake. Thanks to me handy coke. The drink, not the drugs. Get it straight people!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea. The past 2 weeks was alright. Get to sleep late and wake up late. Heh. Then also can go psycho on maple; which is really good since i get to kick the asses of pathetic little grey pigs with big ass tusks. They're actually called boars but i'd like to call them pathetic little grey pigs with big ass tusks. Yep. Changed my friendster profile. Kinda like it now. Go check it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Err. A lot of things happened. Some good some bad. Some not so bad and some REAL bad. Heh. Oh wells. We managed to get into the Amazin concert thingy; i think. But the sucky thing is I gotta sing til we find a singer. That sucks. Gah. And i cant frickin go to class chalet cos they wont be any teacher around. That killed everything that i was looking forward to. Argh. My holidays are ruined.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah. Been having these little thingys called campcraft training. They should call it execution. Cos its fricking tough. But somehow we managed to get through that crap. Yea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm looking forward to watching Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire. It looks really cool. Heh. Yea. Anyone wanna go also? Tell irfan. Heh. Im so bored now. Got sick of maple today. Dunno why. Heh. Yea. I guess that's all i have to say?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;When you're a famous rock band,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Try to say something usefull; like educating youngsters about AIDS or something,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's better than just saying,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Show me your tits."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10062616-113155675569714633?l=bleedingmylifedry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bleedingmylifedry.blogspot.com/feeds/113155675569714633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10062616&amp;postID=113155675569714633' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10062616/posts/default/113155675569714633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10062616/posts/default/113155675569714633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bleedingmylifedry.blogspot.com/2005/11/kabla.html' title='Kabla!'/><author><name>Shahrin Izhar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16311039923485721991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img442.imageshack.us/img442/8800/newhair21vn6.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10062616.post-112791690468313456</id><published>2005-09-28T22:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-28T22:15:04.696+08:00</updated><title type='text'>...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Three words. I'm not happy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Everything sucks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Everything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10062616-112791690468313456?l=bleedingmylifedry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bleedingmylifedry.blogspot.com/feeds/112791690468313456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10062616&amp;postID=112791690468313456' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10062616/posts/default/112791690468313456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10062616/posts/default/112791690468313456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bleedingmylifedry.blogspot.com/2005/09/blog-post.html' title='...'/><author><name>Shahrin Izhar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16311039923485721991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img442.imageshack.us/img442/8800/newhair21vn6.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10062616.post-112782214789401483</id><published>2005-09-27T19:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-27T19:55:47.903+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rated PG</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Okay. Ive had enough mugging for the day. So now im taking a little break which is pretty much gona last til tmr. Yep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;So. Today I realised that there may be a slight chance that jiangwei is gay. I mean, he likes to touch zi keng. Yea. He touches zikeng. It may sound disgusting now but imagine how its like when you actually see him doing it. On good days, jiangwei touches zikeng once or twice. Today, was NOT a good day. He touched zikeng for like, i dunno how many times. Is like, when zikeng turns around to talk to us, jiang will also semi-turn (45 degrees) and then put his hand/arm on zikeng's arm/shoulder. Thats sick enough. But guess what? There's more. Jiang even touch zikeng you-know-what. Then when zikeng poured water on himself, jiangwei was like, using a tissue to wipe zikeng's head. Man. It hurts my eyes to look at him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Now you may think, "man, zikeng must be going through hell". But i feel that he is acutally ENJOYING the times when jiang touches him. I mean, he doesnt reli say anything. Even if jiang puts his hand on zikeng's forearm. Ugh. Then sometimes, they will start squabbling. Guys will punch and kick, but those two, they smack and slap. The smack smack smack, slap slap slap, then in the end they end up holding each other's arms. Zikeng will try to push jiangwei away, or at least, i think he does.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Oh yea. Just wanted to remind you that im not accusing anyone here. About jiang and zikeng being gay all that, those were just my hypotheses. Yep. Ive been trying to study lately, but im finding it kinda hard. I mean, i CAN study, if there arent any new topics for me to learn. Gah. Oh wells. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Hmm. I was thinking. Maybe exams arent that freakish. I mean, its just like doing your homework. Only that you cant talk, cant use the calculator, cant refer to the textbooks and you cant let your dog eat the paper so that you have an excuse to tell the teacher as to why you didnt do the paper. Hmm. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Thats about it folks. See ya~!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I'm on a one-way ticket back to loserville&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10062616-112782214789401483?l=bleedingmylifedry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bleedingmylifedry.blogspot.com/feeds/112782214789401483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10062616&amp;postID=112782214789401483' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10062616/posts/default/112782214789401483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10062616/posts/default/112782214789401483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bleedingmylifedry.blogspot.com/2005/09/rated-pg.html' title='Rated PG'/><author><name>Shahrin Izhar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16311039923485721991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img442.imageshack.us/img442/8800/newhair21vn6.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10062616.post-112764747008380847</id><published>2005-09-25T19:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-25T19:24:30.083+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Its Coming~!! Ahh~!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Man. Exams are coming nearer. So far i havent reli revised anything yet. And today I attempted to do the math paper that Ms Chung gave us to do. I struggled. I got so frustrated that i snapped at my mom who was innocently looking at Shuhui display picture (which was a picture of her) and she simply said, "This girl looks weird". Then i snapped at her. "What la?". Not that i was angry that she said Shuhui looks weird. I agree with my mom. Shuhui DOES look weird. It was juz that i was too frustrated. Hehe. But after a while. I gave up math. I was left wif 4 questions to do. The graphs i think i can do. Only the other 2 questions i didnt know how to do. Oh wells. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Im starting to get scared. And i should. I havent revised anything. Exams are in 5 days. I reli gota start studying. So i promised myself. "No more mapling". Yep. Im gona study study and study all the way until exams are over. Then im gona party party and party. XP. Okay byebye people~!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Please have mercy on me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10062616-112764747008380847?l=bleedingmylifedry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bleedingmylifedry.blogspot.com/feeds/112764747008380847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10062616&amp;postID=112764747008380847' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10062616/posts/default/112764747008380847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10062616/posts/default/112764747008380847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bleedingmylifedry.blogspot.com/2005/09/its-coming-ahh.html' title='Its Coming~!! Ahh~!!'/><author><name>Shahrin Izhar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16311039923485721991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img442.imageshack.us/img442/8800/newhair21vn6.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10062616.post-112747117303000253</id><published>2005-09-23T18:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-23T18:26:13.036+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Around The Corner. Booya~!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Out of boredom, im blogging. LoL. Yea. Exams are around the corner. But somehow i dun feel pressured. I wonder why. Maybe im used to taking things easy. But i cant thake the EOY easily. Cos its gonna kick ass. Yep. I havent reli started studying. And my studies suck. I NEED to buck up. I reli do. Yea. Thats about it. Reli short post. Lazy to type long long de. LoL. Byebye people. Good luck for the exams. XP.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10062616-112747117303000253?l=bleedingmylifedry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bleedingmylifedry.blogspot.com/feeds/112747117303000253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10062616&amp;postID=112747117303000253' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10062616/posts/default/112747117303000253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10062616/posts/default/112747117303000253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bleedingmylifedry.blogspot.com/2005/09/around-corner-booya.html' title='Around The Corner. Booya~!!'/><author><name>Shahrin Izhar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16311039923485721991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img442.imageshack.us/img442/8800/newhair21vn6.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10062616.post-112645515436581806</id><published>2005-09-11T00:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-12T19:39:06.236+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2 Words. Back To Hell.</title><content type='html'>Okay. Its been a nice week. No school. Managed to chill at home. But Npcc made me cry. Literally. The promo test was tough. But after that it was fun. It all began with the uniform inspection. Super tough. It seems like no matter how nice u make ur uniform, the ci's and nco's will always find a mistake. Like i polished my boots nicely but oh no, it wasnt shiny enough. Same story for my badges. And my shirt. I cant help it if there are threads sticking out of my shirt cos they're so damn small that i cant see them~!! Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea. I cried. And i puked too. Quite cool actually. It all began after me doing 96 push-ups. Then my ci came. I shouted as loud as i could but guess wat, he asked me why i shout so soft. He said that i had a "slack" look on my face. He asked why. I had to think fast. Reli fast. So i said "Cos i tired sir". I guess i shouldnt have said that. Cos after that he asked me to run around the field. Sounds pretty easy eh? Only thing is, i didnt eat that morning. And afte 96 push ups, I certainly had no energy to do anything. But i ran anyway and when i came back, I was even more tired than before. But i lied. I said i wasnt tired just so that i wouldnt get into trouble. Then he began the inspection and blah blah blah, I had to do 120 push ups. I did 5 and couldnt take it anymore. Began crying cos my stomach was killing me and then another ci ask me recover first. I couldnt take it. I asked for permission to go to the toilet and i puked there. Rested a while after that. But it was enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the promo test. Everyone was happy and relieved. And i was voted by the Sec 1 as their idol. LoL. Blah blah blah. Went to 7-eleven behind the school to get a slurpee. I was feeling nice so i paid for Wenya, Daphne and Jason. LoL. I enjoyed the slurpee. It was reli cooling. Like duh. Its frickin made of ice~!! Im dumb. Yea. Then i got home. Took a shower and all that, then went to my dad's house at Yishun. Had a great time there. Did a bit of homework. And now im back. Kinda glad to be reunited with my computer. LoL. Yea. School's starting again tomorrow. 2 words. Back To Hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yea. I look horrible. My face is totally freaky. My forehead is one color. And the rest of my face, another color. The sun reli roasted me. Oh well. It'll get better. That's about it. Bye guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;A reason why i act like a monkey, is because my forefathers WERE monkeys.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;They just evolved into humans that's all.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;They're still monkeys at heart.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Just like me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10062616-112645515436581806?l=bleedingmylifedry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bleedingmylifedry.blogspot.com/feeds/112645515436581806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10062616&amp;postID=112645515436581806' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10062616/posts/default/112645515436581806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10062616/posts/default/112645515436581806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bleedingmylifedry.blogspot.com/2005/09/2-words-back-to-hell.html' title='2 Words. Back To Hell.'/><author><name>Shahrin Izhar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16311039923485721991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img442.imageshack.us/img442/8800/newhair21vn6.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10062616.post-112522398679636180</id><published>2005-08-28T17:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-28T18:13:06.803+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mixed Feelings</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Okay. Im blogging. Had nothing to do anyway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I got my CPL rank on friday. It was great. Really proud of myself. I went through hell to get those two nylon thingys. But i feel bad cause not a lot of people received the rank. And i think that they feel sad. But nvm la. We will all work harder in the re-test ya? Then everyone in the Sec 2 squad would be CPLs. Its just a rank. It doesnt change the fact that we are still one squad. Wahas. Phs Npcc Sec 2 Squad ROCKS. Woohoo~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Another good thing. Actually, i dont know if it is good or bad. For teachers' day, PG is gonna perform~!! Gona play two songs. Memory by Sugarcult and Lifestyles of the Rich and Famous by Good Charlotte. Irfan's gonna sing Memory and I havta sing for Lifestyles. Why? Cos irfan wants to jump around on stage. Like what the *sneeze* man? Ah well. Doesnt matter. Just hope that i dont mess up on stage. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;That's about it. Bye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10062616-112522398679636180?l=bleedingmylifedry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bleedingmylifedry.blogspot.com/feeds/112522398679636180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10062616&amp;postID=112522398679636180' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10062616/posts/default/112522398679636180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10062616/posts/default/112522398679636180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bleedingmylifedry.blogspot.com/2005/08/mixed-feelings.html' title='Mixed Feelings'/><author><name>Shahrin Izhar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16311039923485721991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img442.imageshack.us/img442/8800/newhair21vn6.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10062616.post-112352044788676802</id><published>2005-08-09T00:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-09T09:40:48.503+08:00</updated><title type='text'>IPod Makeover. I Like It Better Now.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Howdy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;This is going to be a very short post. I've been so lazy lately. Cant really be bothered to blog. Get used to it, people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Yep. As you can see from the title, my IPod has had a makeover~! Yay. I deleted a heck of a lot of songs that used to be nice but are no longer nice. I added songs which didnt seem to be nice but now, its nice. Get it? No? Well then. Too bad. Now I actually have some kelly clarkson songs in my IPod. Right.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Here's the thing about songs. When they just come out. They're so nice and all. And when you like a song, you listen to it a lot and you will start screaming like a bunch of sissy girls when you hear it play on the radio. But after you listen to it a lot, you get sick of it. And the song which seemed to be the nicest song you ever heard becomes the lamest and most boring song. So there's pretty much a cycle here. First a song is nice, and then it becomes boring. But then it becomes nice again. See the pattern? No? Too bad then.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Yep. That's about it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Adios.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I will die someday&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You just have to wait for that day to come&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And then you can party all you want&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10062616-112352044788676802?l=bleedingmylifedry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bleedingmylifedry.blogspot.com/feeds/112352044788676802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10062616&amp;postID=112352044788676802' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10062616/posts/default/112352044788676802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10062616/posts/default/112352044788676802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bleedingmylifedry.blogspot.com/2005/08/ipod-makeover-i-like-it-better-now.html' title='IPod Makeover. I Like It Better Now.'/><author><name>Shahrin Izhar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16311039923485721991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img442.imageshack.us/img442/8800/newhair21vn6.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10062616.post-112315807180517321</id><published>2005-08-04T20:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-04T20:21:11.813+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thursday. Good or Bad?</title><content type='html'>Damn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got nothing to do lately. Been so damn bored. Have so much free time but i keep forgetting to do my homework. In the end i would do 'em at school. Sometimes i would wake up in the middle of the night and do my homework. Freaky? I think so too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was a Thursday. Which usually meant P.E which usually meant fun which usually meant that i can enjoy myself during school hours. But, turns out. There was no P.E. Mr Ang came but didnt take our class for P.E. We got that old hip-hop dude instead. Im not complaining. During that two free periods i managed to complete that crappy argumentative essay thing. Thank god.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recess was lame. As usual. Went to the bathroom to mess with the hair a bit. Then went down and had nothing to do so we - me, irfan and zikeng - went to walk in the rain. Bad luck struck once more. Some old lady in a car saw us and shook her head. I looked at her and thought, "You should do this sometime. You look like you need some fun". Then reality struck and i realised that we could get into deep shit for walking in the rain so i asked irfan to run. Wanted to run to the toilet but once again, BAD LUCK. Saw Mr Nara (is that how you spell it?) and i turned the other way and ran all the way up to the third floor. Went to the toilet once more and touched my hair a bit. Then went back to class. Saw zikeng sitting on his ass in front of the door. Then irfan opened the door and soon, lessons continued. I could have died. Seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maths was okay. Ms Chung is kinda fun. I actually thought that she was gona be hell for me at the beginning of the year. Turns out, she's not that bad. I think she's my favourite teacher. Hmm. But DnT was a killer. The first hour was fun. We did nothing. Talked a bit. Messed around. I got reminded of how zikeng looks like a retard. Crap. And guess what. He says his IQ is 170. Wow. That's high. Im not sure if its real. Ah well. Who cares anyway? When DnT theory started. I fell asleep. I couldnt take it. It was so boring. Besides, it just rained and the temperature was just right for me to doze off. Argh. Why cant they just have nap times for us, like those nursery schools. I NEED nap times. My eyes are burning from the lack of sleep. Damn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea that's about all. Oh yea. Tmr for the NPCC farewell function, Im gonna be playing the guitar. Hope i dont mess up. Argh. The pressure. Thats all folks. Cya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Thursday Was Bad.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dammit. Every Day Is A Bad Day.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10062616-112315807180517321?l=bleedingmylifedry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bleedingmylifedry.blogspot.com/feeds/112315807180517321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10062616&amp;postID=112315807180517321' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10062616/posts/default/112315807180517321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10062616/posts/default/112315807180517321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bleedingmylifedry.blogspot.com/2005/08/thursday-good-or-bad.html' title='Thursday. Good or Bad?'/><author><name>Shahrin Izhar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16311039923485721991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img442.imageshack.us/img442/8800/newhair21vn6.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10062616.post-112264616808625644</id><published>2005-07-29T21:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-29T22:09:28.093+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Freaky Friday</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Okay. I'm giving in to the voices in my head. Im blogging. Hmm. Where should i start? Okay. Today is a friday which means that i hav to wear the school tie, and also means that i hav npcc. Got some special occasions today also. Got literature test and Npcc promotion test. Hmm. there was that one more thing that happened today. oh ya. shuhui's birthday i think. but that's crap. let's move on to the fun part shall we?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;so the day was alrite. i managed to read finish the harry potter book (like finally~!!). read it during science and recess. i took a heck of a long time to finish the book sia. not like someone who finished it in like 2 days? argh. im a slow reader. wahas. o well~ i slack too much. i dont seem to stay interested in the book long enuf to actually read a lot. so its only normal that i took a long time to finish reading it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;then it was recess. went down to eat and all that. then come up to class and i realised that the next period was malay, the period i dread the most. argh. i thought it was gona be boring and all but it turned out quite fun. the malay teacher talked about fairies and beautiful women. those were MY kind of topics. wahas. managed to scrape throught the 2 periods and then i realised that it was literature. had a test but it seemed do-able. wahas. is that even a word? ah well. if it isnt then lets juz say its a word that i juz created. mmhmm. then after completing the test. me and irfan left.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;we did this and that. blah blah blah. then i went back to sch for npcc. was dreading it from last nite. i polished my boots and ironed my clothes and polished my buttons and polished my badges last nite. but one badge broke and my boots werent that shiny. i knew i was gona get busted for it and i did. during the uniform inspection. i was pumped a total of 105 times. a record for me. and i do standard pumping okay. not like zk wan. he sucks at push-ups (no offence dude). first i kena do 49. then 15. then 10. then 20. then 16. then another 5 for talking (-.-). eh wait. that adds up to 115! woo. i din noe i could do so many pumpings. seems like im stronger than before. cool. then after uniform inspection. got drills. argh. made me tired like crazy. yea. then it was finally over. im was dam glad. hope i pass. cos if i fail. i gota go thru that hell another time. damn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;yep so now im at home. blogging. couldnt rmb my pass. then couldnt open my email inbox to see my pass. so i asked for some help. finally can log in le. wahas. thanks ar. =P. okay. thats about it. bye people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10062616-112264616808625644?l=bleedingmylifedry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bleedingmylifedry.blogspot.com/feeds/112264616808625644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10062616&amp;postID=112264616808625644' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10062616/posts/default/112264616808625644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10062616/posts/default/112264616808625644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bleedingmylifedry.blogspot.com/2005/07/freaky-friday.html' title='Freaky Friday'/><author><name>Shahrin Izhar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16311039923485721991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img442.imageshack.us/img442/8800/newhair21vn6.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10062616.post-112134062301606236</id><published>2005-07-14T19:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-14T19:30:23.020+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Pretty Good Thursday</title><content type='html'>hmm.. today was a thursday.. which meant one thing in my mind.. PE~!! yep. PE totally rocks. well today's PE.. we finally got to play soccer.. but only got like 10 of us so we start off by playing  5 vs 5... then 2 comp ppl come.. they got like, around 10 ppl oso la.. so its a fair game. but the fair game didnt last long.. soon, more ppl join and after a while it was like.. they all 20+ vs us 6 pathetic ppl.. o well.. it was a good game.. we lost 3 : 1.. randy scored.. and it was a goddam nice goal too.. zk was the reason we lost.. he let in 2 goals.. the first one was like.. juz a small tap by asree.. then zk scared.. go avoid the ball.. that dumbass~ o well.. at least 1 goal oni la.. then randy scored the goal.. then the second goal.. zk couldnt do anything.. but the third goal.. the ball went between zk's legs.. and zk was squatting.. wat the fish~? ahh.. so i came to a conclusion that zk simply sucks at soccer.. no offence dude.. but its the truth..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then it was lessons and all.. dnt.. was okay.. time passed kinda quickly.. but my butt became numb cos sit on that hard and uncomfortable wooden bench for 3 periods.. yep.. then was english.. mrs lau taught this new method to do comprehension.. DRTA i think.. yep.. must interact wif the passage.. blah blah blah blah.. then it was the end of sch.. sadly.. i had to stay back for npcc campcraft practice..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the campcraft was okay.. thanks to jason.. talked to him a lot.. yep.. then campcraft end.. before going home.. jason gave felicia this "letter" from someone.. kinda sad.. yep.. hmm.. then i went home.. bought some pimple-zappers.. hope they'll zap all my pimples away.. zap zap zap.. hehe.. okay thats the end.. bye bye~! =P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10062616-112134062301606236?l=bleedingmylifedry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bleedingmylifedry.blogspot.com/feeds/112134062301606236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10062616&amp;postID=112134062301606236' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10062616/posts/default/112134062301606236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10062616/posts/default/112134062301606236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bleedingmylifedry.blogspot.com/2005/07/pretty-good-thursday.html' title='A Pretty Good Thursday'/><author><name>Shahrin Izhar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16311039923485721991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img442.imageshack.us/img442/8800/newhair21vn6.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10062616.post-112099505727021340</id><published>2005-07-10T19:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-10T19:30:57.280+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hold On</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Hm.. My blog song rocks man.. Its kinda meaningful.. Decided to put the lyrics here.. Enjoy~! =))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;This world.. This world is cold&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;But you don't.. You don't have to go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;You're feeling sad, you're feeling lonely&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;and no one seems to care&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Your mother's gone and your father hits you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;This pain you cannot bear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;But we all bleed the same way as you do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;And we all have the same things to go through&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Hold on if you feel like letting go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Hold on it gets better than you know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Your days.. You say they're way too long&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;And your nights.. You can't sleep at all ( Hold on )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;And you're not sure what you're waiting for, but you don't want to no more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;And you're not sure what you're looking for, but you don't want to no more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;But we all bleed the same way as you do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;And we all have the same things to go through&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Hold on if you feel like letting go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Hold on it gets better than you know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Don't stop looking, you're one step closer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Don't stop searching, it's not over&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Hold on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;What are you looking for?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;What are you waiting for?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Do you know what you're doing to me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Go ahead...What are you waiting for?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Hold on if you feel like letting go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Hold on it gets better than you know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Don't stop looking, you're one step closer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Don't stop searching, it's not over&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Hold on if you feel like letting go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Hold on it gets better than you know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Hold on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10062616-112099505727021340?l=bleedingmylifedry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bleedingmylifedry.blogspot.com/feeds/112099505727021340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10062616&amp;postID=112099505727021340' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10062616/posts/default/112099505727021340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10062616/posts/default/112099505727021340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bleedingmylifedry.blogspot.com/2005/07/hold-on.html' title='Hold On'/><author><name>Shahrin Izhar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16311039923485721991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img442.imageshack.us/img442/8800/newhair21vn6.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10062616.post-111995629287671130</id><published>2005-06-28T18:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-04T16:00:32.910+08:00</updated><title type='text'>C'mon Gimme A Break</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;yea so today was the 2nd day of the new term.. i've been having insomnia lately.. cant get to sleep.. in the end.. go to school feeling sleepy and all.. ok so today we were supposed to go up and yq was gona talk about the Youth For Cause thingy.. however.. mrs lau and mrs tan din come so.. it was cancelled.. had assembly and all.. then had history lesson.. kinda cool.. cos it only last 20 mins.. then mr ng showed us these so called Picture Books.. to make history more interesting.. but he's gotta face it.. he is the only person in the class who likes history.. unless there's a freak among the 2 Faith ppl that likes history oso.. hmm..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;then it was music.. anuder mr ng play some oldies.. he called them pop.. i think they're more like lullabys.. i kept myself awake by writing some words on the piece of paper.. words like "screwed", "crazy" and "retarded".. it was kinda fun.. then mr ng ask us to draw our responses to the songs.. i drew this tree that was bleedin.. and some dude is standin next to it.. holdin a knife.. that dude juz fcukin killed the damn tree!! i drew it since the songs keep saying about the end of the world and stuff.. blah blah blah...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;then it was 2 free periods.. wrote the compo about the most important lesson.. then completed writing the first song ever.. blah blah blah.. then it was recess.. go down buy some stuffs.. then go up.. then zk play songs on his phone.. i was juz about to tell him that ms chung has a bad habit of coming to class early when she stepped in.. i quickly go take the phone and hide it.. ZK.. i saved ur ass dammit!!! i deserve a reward for that... yea.. then i was DYING thruout the maths lesson.. however.. managed to live thru it.. then it was art.. went to the art room.. got the seating arrangement.. i got to sit with timo.. then do this mindmap about singapore.. blah blah blah.. lets juz fast forward to the fun part.. zk took out this phonecard wif like pictures of ppl on it then he drew on the faces of the ppl.. disfiguring them.. i decided to join in the fun and i changed this face of a gal into a face of a guy.. then i draw this batman head on anuder gal.. and turn anuder gal into mickey mouse with glasses.. i oso turned this dude into a clown.. then pass the card around.. let ppl see..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;then after sch i went to causeway to buy some stuffs.. then come back... saw a bunch-a gals walking.. decided to ignore 'em.. besides i was late for floorball oready.. then they go shout me name.. i wanted to wave back but WHOA.. my pants were dropping.. so i used my waving hand to hold on to my precious pants.. wahas!! yea then went for floorball and all.. then went home.. and now.. im blogging.. yep.. thats the end of it.. bye ppl!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;PS: SHU HUI.. U ARE SO GOD DAMN ANNOYING!! keep asking me wat's my problem.. guess wat.. YOU'RE my problem!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10062616-111995629287671130?l=bleedingmylifedry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bleedingmylifedry.blogspot.com/feeds/111995629287671130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10062616&amp;postID=111995629287671130' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10062616/posts/default/111995629287671130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10062616/posts/default/111995629287671130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bleedingmylifedry.blogspot.com/2005/06/cmon-gimme-break.html' title='C&apos;mon Gimme A Break'/><author><name>Shahrin Izhar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16311039923485721991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img442.imageshack.us/img442/8800/newhair21vn6.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10062616.post-111859699572718016</id><published>2005-06-11T01:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-04T16:26:50.010+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Turtle.. Where Are You?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Ok.. finally blogging after a heck of a long time.. Been addicted to maplestory.. play until no energy to blog liaos.. o well~ ok today.. went fishing with my dad and irfan.. well.. irfan and i didnt reli fish.. we juz sat there for hours and talked... and talked.. and talked.. my dad did most of the fishing.. well.. it wasnt reli fishing cos he didnt catch any fish.. maybe there isnt any fish in the water.. or maybe a crazy crocodile had swam around.. eating all the fish in the water.. hmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yea when irfan and i were talking.. i juz asked.. "do fishes sleep?".. its reli a mystery to me.. ive seen many animals sleep..ive seen dogs sleep.. ive seen cats sleep.. ive seen zk sleep.. but ive never seen a fish sleep.. maybe they do sleep.. but their eyes juz dun close.. maybe they sleep with their eyes open.. or maybe they dun sleep at all!! hmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yea.. then when we were still talking.. irfan asked me.. "wat were the chances of us catching a turtle?".. i answered , "the same chances of us catching a shark".. soon after.. a turtle's head popped out from under the water.. it was kinda cute.. irfan then became an idiot.. he stood up.. and was like calling the turtle to come over.. sounded desperate.. o well.. maybe he's nv touched a turtle before and wanted to touch it.. or maybe that turtle was his pet.. and he missed his pet.. sadly.. the turtle went another direction.. maybe it didnt like irfan.. or maybe it didnt like me.. hmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there were a lot of crabs there too.. small teeny weeny ones.. maybe the big ones were asleep.. and the small ones decided to sneak out from their houses and say hi to me.. though i couldnt hear them cos their voices were so faint.. and there were a lot of this weird insect-like thingy.. they hung around the rocks in large groups.. they looked scary.. it was like they can take over the world.. maybe they ARE planning to take over the world.. or maybe they juz want to make friends with us humans.. hmm..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yep and then it started to rain.. so we packed our stuffs and headed back home.. and that's about all that happened today.. haiz.. i miss that cute little turtle.. maybe it wasnt a turtle.. maybe it was a whale in a turtle suit.. or maybe it was zk trying to be an alien.. hmm...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10062616-111859699572718016?l=bleedingmylifedry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bleedingmylifedry.blogspot.com/feeds/111859699572718016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10062616&amp;postID=111859699572718016' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10062616/posts/default/111859699572718016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10062616/posts/default/111859699572718016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bleedingmylifedry.blogspot.com/2005/06/turtle-where-are-you.html' title='Turtle.. Where Are You?'/><author><name>Shahrin Izhar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16311039923485721991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img442.imageshack.us/img442/8800/newhair21vn6.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10062616.post-111668480222282445</id><published>2005-05-21T22:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-04T16:31:37.246+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Animals!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Ok so im blogging again.. somehow i was convinced to blog so.. ok here goes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turns out, somebody or some people came up with this idea to choose an animal from these square animals or sth.. yea it started off wif juz TG but then PG got dragged in.. ok there's nth much to say about this so im juz gona say who is what animal..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 - - - Katchup -- Chong neh neh or Liwen&lt;br /&gt;2 - - - Techy Pan -- Chengy or YouQin&lt;br /&gt;3 - - - Holy Ham -- Horny Tinky or Cindy ( she ain't holy!! )&lt;br /&gt;4 - - - Brucekey -- Lizard-Man or Irfan&lt;br /&gt;5 - - - Ms Lamba -- YuJia?? ( not so sure of this one )&lt;br /&gt;6 - - - Sgt. Moo -- Monkey Crack or ShuHui&lt;br /&gt;7 - - - RapBeat -- Horny Zebra or HongZhen&lt;br /&gt;8 - - - Giraphic -- SinYi ( havent got a nick for her... &lt;strong&gt;YET&lt;/strong&gt; )&lt;br /&gt;9 - - - Vain Pork -- Waterfall or GuiYu&lt;br /&gt;10 - - - DJ Jumbo -- Frickin Dumbass or ME&lt;br /&gt;11 - - - HopDog -- SiaoKaoChua or ZiKeng&lt;br /&gt;12 - - - Hippy -- Jac ( this one is &lt;strong&gt;too many nicks&lt;/strong&gt; liao.. duno which one to use )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yea and that is like the animal gang.. and yea.. im outta here..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bye~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;: : gHoSt : :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10062616-111668480222282445?l=bleedingmylifedry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bleedingmylifedry.blogspot.com/feeds/111668480222282445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10062616&amp;postID=111668480222282445' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10062616/posts/default/111668480222282445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10062616/posts/default/111668480222282445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bleedingmylifedry.blogspot.com/2005/05/animals.html' title='Animals!'/><author><name>Shahrin Izhar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16311039923485721991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img442.imageshack.us/img442/8800/newhair21vn6.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10062616.post-111616069981683971</id><published>2005-05-15T20:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-04T16:31:55.670+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Dont Wanna Go To School~</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;ok im frickin bored rite now.. and there's like nth to do.. so im bloggin..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok on thursday.. there was two special events.. first, the exams were officially over!! woohoo!! party~ party~ party~ *ahem*.. yea its over.. and zk got a stead.. wow.. he's one heck of a guy huh.. me and irfan thought he was a loser but it turns out.. we were the losers.. ah well.. yea.. then on that day.. got 7 free periods.. and it was supposed to be fun and all but it wasnt.. only the last period was fun.. got this old guy who came to our class.. he talked to us guys.. it was reli cool..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then on friday.. got the stupid proposal thingy.. wat the frickin clown sia.. mrs lau said that the thingy was like volunteering thingy.. but she practically forced us to do the shit.. wat the heck!? o well at least its done.. then i was like.. so darn bored at sch.. got nth to do.. then it was malay.. got back malay paper.. at first get 47/80 but then add 2 marks.. so happy.. woohoo!! oh yea~ oh yea~ then it was maths.. the ms chung ask me why i dun wanna participate in maths olympiad and all.. and i had to explain to her.. then laugh a lot la.. she very funny.. yea.. then she say that among the boys, my paper 1 marks the highest.. *bows*.. yep.. but paper 1 oni la.. if paper 2 i suk then wats the use..??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then came saturday.. i was playing games from 12 - 6.. then go cut hair.. omg.. i juz wanted to guy to cut my fringe.. and wat did he do?? he cut the hair on the sides and back and top of my head.. now its so damn short.. almost bald sia.. haiz.. i dun wanna go to sch looking like this.. looking like a total idiot.. even a crazy clown from some mad circus looks better than me.. wat the fish!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yep.. and now its sunday.. im dreading tmr.. i dun wanna go sch.. and i heard that there was gona be lame activities for us everyday for the next 2 weeks.. or sth like tat.. i mean.. that totally sucks man.. haiz.. the school board.. organise such lame stuff for us.. maybe they dont realise that we're actually fourteen.. o well... too bad then.. ok im outta here..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bye bye!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+__ gHoSt __+&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10062616-111616069981683971?l=bleedingmylifedry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bleedingmylifedry.blogspot.com/feeds/111616069981683971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10062616&amp;postID=111616069981683971' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10062616/posts/default/111616069981683971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10062616/posts/default/111616069981683971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bleedingmylifedry.blogspot.com/2005/05/i-dont-wanna-go-to-school.html' title='I Dont Wanna Go To School~'/><author><name>Shahrin Izhar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16311039923485721991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img442.imageshack.us/img442/8800/newhair21vn6.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10062616.post-111580977848713906</id><published>2005-05-11T18:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-04T16:33:27.463+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Raw Fish Is Better Than Us</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;yea so im bloggin again.. after a long time.. ok.. today was like fun for a while.. then boring the rest of the time.. lets start from the beginning.. juz now had art exam.. draw.. colour.. paint.. blah blah blah.. then afta sch.. the girls ask us go to town wif them.. actually you qin and zk was the.. "targets"?.. yea.. but then since me and irfan got nth better to do.. we juz tag along.. blah blah blah.. on the train.. us guys talk amongst ourselves.. girls talk amongst themselves.. then i had an idea.. "lets go watch a movie".. then all the guys agreed.. but i can see that look in you qin's face.. that he was sad.. i can understand why..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then when reach somerset that time.. the girls stand up.. left the train.. then we go sit at their seats.. then when they outside.. their face was like those kind of "wtf?" face.. then us guys in unison go wave at them.. then the girls.. in unison.. point middle finger at us.. it was fun.. man the looks on their faces funny sia.. it was prank of the week~ wooohooo!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yea then reach dhoby ghaut oready.. wanna watch movie but then decided to go back to somerset.. cos ltr the gals kill us.. so we went back.. go eat at centrepoint mac.. then zk and irfan had this lame m&amp;amp;m eating competition.. well zk won.. and then we walk arnd.. go cineleisure.. then run arnd abit.. then saw the gals inside some kind of sushi place.. we wanted to watch a movie while waiting for them.. but then the time too late oready.. then so sian oready.. we decided to go home..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i kinda learnt a lesson from this incident.. we guys must suck!! i mean.. we got ditched for fish.. wat the hell is up wif that? haiz.. anyway.. i guess we cant blame them la.. i mean.. they oso gota eat wat.. yea im kinda endin here..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+__ gHoSt __+&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10062616-111580977848713906?l=bleedingmylifedry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bleedingmylifedry.blogspot.com/feeds/111580977848713906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10062616&amp;postID=111580977848713906' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10062616/posts/default/111580977848713906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10062616/posts/default/111580977848713906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bleedingmylifedry.blogspot.com/2005/05/raw-fish-is-better-than-us.html' title='Raw Fish Is Better Than Us'/><author><name>Shahrin Izhar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16311039923485721991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img442.imageshack.us/img442/8800/newhair21vn6.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10062616.post-111409325187231350</id><published>2005-04-21T22:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-04T16:33:46.396+08:00</updated><title type='text'>That Thing you Do~</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;ok today at school.. it was ok.. kinda boring but i could handle it.. had the home ec test.. ok la.. can do.. anw.. school isnt the star of this post~ its wat happened AFTER school.. yep.. we went to plaza sing to watch a movie but then changed our mind.. then decided to eat at BK.. then while eating.. we mess arnd wif zk's new phone... use the video recorder.. then we do stupid stuff.. then had a brainfreeze competition.. see who can last the longst.. haha.. yea... then wanted to go to city hall to go jamming.. then while going into the train station there.. zk wanted to film us but he din notice that he was actually filimg a guy on crutches.. wa it was so funny.. then reach city hall then we go toilet.. then zk film me and irfan pissing.. dumb sia.. but oni can see our backs la.. then zk piss we go film him and keep pushing him so that can flim his *ahem*... yar so funny~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yea then we reach oready.. then zk go to the S.E.X shop then take video there.. pervert sia.. yep.. then go to jade music fer the jammin thingy.. wow at first we played shut up but then sian liao.. then play that thing u do~ omg.. so nice lor.. tho it wasnt reli complete.. yar... then zk go record video of us playing... haha.. me sacrifice me baby guit to play the drums.. quite fun actually.. then we play the song like.. upteen times.. had so much fun that we decided to stay longer.. wow.. then we oso shoot video lots of times but all suck wan.. then this one very nice one.. tmr 2F ppl get to see k? yar.. that vid damn funny sia.. got like delays cos of "&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;technical difficulties&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;" and irfan sang the wrong lines.. haha had so much fun...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yea then afta that we left.. my left eardrum hurt so much that it caused the left side of my brain to hurt oso.. maybe its cos i play the drums too loudly.. yep.. then watched the video.. so fun sia... well thats all peeps~ bye~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:: gHoSt ::&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10062616-111409325187231350?l=bleedingmylifedry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bleedingmylifedry.blogspot.com/feeds/111409325187231350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10062616&amp;postID=111409325187231350' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10062616/posts/default/111409325187231350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10062616/posts/default/111409325187231350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bleedingmylifedry.blogspot.com/2005/04/that-thing-you-do.html' title='That Thing you Do~'/><author><name>Shahrin Izhar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16311039923485721991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img442.imageshack.us/img442/8800/newhair21vn6.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10062616.post-111375080149049755</id><published>2005-04-17T23:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-04T16:34:02.416+08:00</updated><title type='text'>gOoDbYe hAiR~</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;well.. today was a good day.. i finally successfully downloaded dodgeball the movie.. and in like 2 hrs! yay~ yea then i watched it for a while.. then my mom ask me go cut hair.. man~ but then i oso thought that i shd cut my hair cos my hair was like so long.. and it looked so gay.. so i decided to cut it.. after i cut it.. at first i was like.. wtf?? cos my hair was like all flat.. and it was totally geeky.. then i went home.. took a shower.. then spiked it up a bit.. then found out that it wasnt so bad.. in fact... its better than my long hair.. haha.. yep.. thats about it.. bye bye! oh yea... tmr i no nid go sch!! normally i would be happy and all but then exams is like oni 17 days away.. im kinda worried.. haiz.. im gona miss another day of sch.. im gona nid to work harder.. i muz get good grades for mid yr.. i have to~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:: gHoSt ::&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10062616-111375080149049755?l=bleedingmylifedry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bleedingmylifedry.blogspot.com/feeds/111375080149049755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10062616&amp;postID=111375080149049755' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10062616/posts/default/111375080149049755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10062616/posts/default/111375080149049755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bleedingmylifedry.blogspot.com/2005/04/goodbye-hair.html' title='gOoDbYe hAiR~'/><author><name>Shahrin Izhar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16311039923485721991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img442.imageshack.us/img442/8800/newhair21vn6.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10062616.post-111357248060604216</id><published>2005-04-15T21:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-04T16:35:06.056+08:00</updated><title type='text'>juz keep running.. runnning.. running..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;ok since now i got nth better to do i blog la.. ok so today was like jogathon.. held at east coast park.. then this morn i wake up go khatib then ride zk's lorry.. we all like bangladesh workers sia.. haha.. then while giong there we passed this even bigger lorry wif like.. china men inside.. they all look like so gay sia.. then they look at the gals like so horny liddat.. woo! yea then zk go knock on the window then point middle finger at his worker .. guess wat? the worker point back sia.. so funny..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yea then reach there oready.. we all get off.. tinky got stuck or sth.. she was like.. "help help" and stuff.. then zk go tap the shoulder of his worker like so passionately.. then point middle finger!! hahaha!! oh my god.. so funny man.. yea then we all go mess arnd for a while then go line up..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after a while of sitting.. we all ran la.. then irfan, gerald, zk, wei yang and i all wanna run get top 20.. then when start gerald and irfan like go so fast.. i couldnt keep up.. then finally caught up wif them... then irfan slowed down.. so i tot it was me and gerald in front.. suddenly i saw zk runnin in front of me.. i was like "wtf?".. couldnt beliv that he ran so fast sia.. but still.. i overtake him.. then finally overtake gerald.. then i was like wanna piss.. but no toilet arnd so i juz ran and ran and ran.. then i stop a few times to drink sum water.. and pour some water on meself... finally i finished the whole thingy.. got 23rd position.. man.. juz 3 spots down sia.. haiz.. yea then we do the dumb language game and all that.. then i hang out wif eddie they all.. eddie so gay!! yea then go home.. i took a shower.. eat a bit.. read eragon for a while.. then sleep..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;i tink thats about all thats interesting today.. bye ppl!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:: gHoST ::&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10062616-111357248060604216?l=bleedingmylifedry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bleedingmylifedry.blogspot.com/feeds/111357248060604216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10062616&amp;postID=111357248060604216' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10062616/posts/default/111357248060604216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10062616/posts/default/111357248060604216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bleedingmylifedry.blogspot.com/2005/04/juz-keep-running-runnning-running.html' title='juz keep running.. runnning.. running..'/><author><name>Shahrin Izhar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16311039923485721991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img442.imageshack.us/img442/8800/newhair21vn6.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10062616.post-111331626431061083</id><published>2005-04-12T22:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-12T22:31:04.313+08:00</updated><title type='text'>cOoL dAy</title><content type='html'>hey ppl!! &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;today at school was so fun!! 5 free periods yo!! mrs lau din come AGAIN so we had fun.. at least.. for a short while.. then i see zk like so sian liddat ar.. so i oso kinda felt sian oso.. so i read eragon.. i love that book man.. i love it!! and i brought NERDs to sch.. it finished before the 1st period even ended.. wtf?? then shu hui take the 1st period to like.. decide on the banana games la.. no one precipitated.. i mean.. participated.. so she gave up on us... and went to sit down... yea so i was like at first throwing a ball around... then i started to feel bored.. i read the book... got totally into the book.. and i kept on reading... and reading.. then afta the 4 free periods it was recess.. duno why i still feel sian liddat.. then continue reading.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;at music.. the gals were so lame sia.. i turn around saw Jac doing ballet... then sum other gals dance oso.. it was pretty lame but... i din reli care.. so mr ng couldnt open the cupboard so i read eragon again.. then the gals kept on suaning yq and sy.. yq's ears... turn red... literally... freaky huh... yar then afta music was geog.. got this reli cool baldie take over our class.. then he want the ppl to sit down rite.. he make this action that was like so frickin dumb.. he did sth like rap liddat ar.. it was funny.. blah blah blah.. then was science.. got back the sci test paper.. not bad.. i did pretty well.. then was maths... i was like falling asleep sia... haiz.. but still manage to live thru school for yet another day... yea i think that's all im gona write about.. i still feel sian sia...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;:: gHoSt ::&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10062616-111331626431061083?l=bleedingmylifedry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bleedingmylifedry.blogspot.com/feeds/111331626431061083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10062616&amp;postID=111331626431061083' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10062616/posts/default/111331626431061083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10062616/posts/default/111331626431061083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bleedingmylifedry.blogspot.com/2005/04/cool-day.html' title='cOoL dAy'/><author><name>Shahrin Izhar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16311039923485721991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img442.imageshack.us/img442/8800/newhair21vn6.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10062616.post-111306685984397921</id><published>2005-04-09T23:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-04T16:35:23.683+08:00</updated><title type='text'>wAt a FreaKy dAy</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;hey~ me long time nv blog.. well today was pretty cool... i woke up kinda late.. 1pm.. then after a shower i watched tv all the way til 4.. then i play com fer a while.. then went fer tuition.. on the way to the mrt station... i walked past this little gal.. then she like stared at me while i was walking and then when iwas next to her... she smacked my leg.. i was like "wtf?" but then the gal run behind her mom.. i juz continue walking thinking... "that was freaky".. a little innocent gal hitting me fer no reason... tats freaky...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then at tuition sth weird happened.. this guy was sitting next to me then when the teacher showing us how to do this math question.. i heard sth growl.. it was reli loud too... then the guy nxt to me stand and ask if he can go toilet.. then i realised that his stomach made the sound.. wa lao.. it was so loud that the teacher, who was like 5 meters away frm us, also can hear.. i tot someone brought a dog into the room sia.. freaky also...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i reach home i watch some tv.. then chatted wif tinkerbell and irfan.. then suddenly i hav the feeling to do homework.. then i doing hw that time.. i was pretty much enjoying myself.. wow~ miracle sia.. i actually liked doing work.. its like i suddenly have inspiration to study.. fer no particular reason.. another freaky incident..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today is reli a freaky day~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:: gHoSt ::&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10062616-111306685984397921?l=bleedingmylifedry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bleedingmylifedry.blogspot.com/feeds/111306685984397921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10062616&amp;postID=111306685984397921' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10062616/posts/default/111306685984397921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10062616/posts/default/111306685984397921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bleedingmylifedry.blogspot.com/2005/04/wat-freaky-day.html' title='wAt a FreaKy dAy'/><author><name>Shahrin Izhar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16311039923485721991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img442.imageshack.us/img442/8800/newhair21vn6.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10062616.post-111168149659815567</id><published>2005-03-25T00:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-25T00:24:56.603+08:00</updated><title type='text'>spongey!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;yea.. today at school was so sian man.. got the National Kitty Foundation's good sami.. sima... ritan... argh!! sum good sth sth day la... then i was actually looking forward to it but then instead of selling pens we had to sell these lame greeting cards... lame sia.. then they station us at bugis summore.. wa lao.. then on the train ar... the gals kept on pestering cindy and lissy.. i mean.. irfan... yea... then irfan cover up for himself.. go talk abt cindy and mimo... mimo mimo mimo... hey dude... u shd be flattered sia.. wat the hell... then when reach bugis liao.. we go eat breakfast at mac... the gals oso go there... blah blah blah.. afta eating we started selling the cards.. or rather... started attempting to sell the cards... yea.. but then it was a tough job...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;the ppl there is like... snobbish sia.. well.. i attempted to sell sum of those greeting cards.. failed... reach sch ar... only got 20 cents in the money bag... 20 cents.. not kiddin.. then i scared mrs lau scold so i go put sum money in... then do the reflection and all that crap.. blah blah blah... afta that we (me, zk, yq and irfan) go bishan to get the kitty and the devil.. then met ade and calre on the train.. then we do this lame experiment.. evrytime zk go near the 2 gals ar.. they will run away.. but if another person go... they wont run.. so we came a conclusion that zk.. is simply... unlikeable...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;yep.. so we went to j8.. me and zk go buy the kitty and devil while yq and irfan go look at bags or sth.. then we check the time for spongey movie at j8 but very late.. so we decided to go to sunplaza.. the time was earlier... then zk saw li wen at kfc... so that freak (zk).. go giv liwen the kitty.. leaving me looking like a goofball.. carrying the devil arnd... quite fun ar.. then reach sunplaza oready.. watch the movie.. funny man... i like the mermaid king's bald head... i can use it as mirror siax.. hahas... then got a lot of other funny parts but then afta the movie ar.. i like canot rmb anything that i watched... weird... then afta that.. we go home ar.. so sian... then i asked zk to take the devil home and bring it to sch on monday.. cos if not my mom will scold me la.. for buying the devil... yea... well... thats abt all... it took a lot of effort to post this... me so lazy... man...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10062616-111168149659815567?l=bleedingmylifedry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bleedingmylifedry.blogspot.com/feeds/111168149659815567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10062616&amp;postID=111168149659815567' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10062616/posts/default/111168149659815567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10062616/posts/default/111168149659815567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bleedingmylifedry.blogspot.com/2005/03/spongey.html' title='spongey!!!'/><author><name>Shahrin Izhar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16311039923485721991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img442.imageshack.us/img442/8800/newhair21vn6.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10062616.post-111124643011546989</id><published>2005-03-19T23:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-19T23:33:50.120+08:00</updated><title type='text'>camp!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;woo! just came back from npcc camp today and i have become a roasted chicken... well it was a 2-day camp but it was reli fun.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Day 1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i reach sch juz in time.. 7.30... then found out that i nv bring full u so i go home and take then in the end reach sch at 8.30.. super late but then i nv get pump.. i join group 8.. we put all our stuff in the bunk and all and then we all sat together to think of a group name.. sth which is related to police.. we came up with S.W.A.T.. cool rite? then got this group.. jia rui sir ask them wat their group name was and one guy say... "got 2".. meaning that hey have 2 grp names la.. but then jia rui sir tot that "got 2" was their grp name... but acutally their name was "prisoners"... so funny man...then nid to come up with cheer la... so i came up with this.. "S.W.A.T had ten members... ten members had S.W.A.T.. some of them were tall and some of them were short.. but only one was FAT".. it was actually a joke la.. to make fun of cheryl frm 2h.. cos she was the only that was... big in size.. and then came up with more and more.. and then we did a rap version of this song that goes "peeping thru the window, wat do ppl say.. bla bla bla".. then afta that we had our lunch.. then do drills... in the hot sun... and that was the beginning of my skin roasting... afta finsih the drills ar.. we change to pt kit.. i take off shirt... wa.. can see that me lower arm is like roasted and my face oso.. damn weird sia.. wow... then had this campcraft competition.. then we continue doing the cheer thingy... then had dinner then had campfire... all the groups perform... then afta prisoners perform... we all go do 11 clap... then S.W.A.T go shout "GOT 2" at the end.. so much fun... then we went to bunk to sleep... instead, we all kana pump cos our nco found this underwear size "XL" outside the npcc room... then no one admit.. so we do pump... man... then when wanna sleep that time... we go tell ghost stories... then other ppl scared to sleep... i down there snoring my ass off... so shiok man... get to sleep....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Day 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;S.W.A.T woke up at 5 to do duty... then when finish.. all of us go wake the others up and then go change and brush teeth then fall in outside npcc room.. then go yck stadium for pt... we do put then got this fitness competition... 2 guys nid to pumping in 30 secs... that one our grp did 45 in total... then 2 guys nid to run 2 x 100m... our grp time i duno wat.. then 2 girls do sit ups.. total was 46... then gals run 100m... timing was 16 secs.. then do pull up... kenneth do 6... i do 4... wa... tired sia... then we go back sch for breakfast.. then go do drills... train for the drills competition.. then had the drills competition... S.W.A.T was the best group.. woohoo!! then had lunch... then go play games.... got all wet and stuff... cool sia... everyone wear pe shirt get wet... even the gals.. woohoo... haha... then i left early cos got tuition.. reach home... turns out that dun hav tuition.. so i had fun... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;thats about all the things that happen in the camp lor.... had a lot of fun... but damn!!! i shud hav got a sunburn!!!! why didnt i!!?? why!!??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10062616-111124643011546989?l=bleedingmylifedry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bleedingmylifedry.blogspot.com/feeds/111124643011546989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link 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type='text'>what have i done</title><content type='html'>well today i had to go for npcc.. service day... went around the houses at block 627.. talk about crime prevention and stuff.. but that was all not so interestin so i wont put wat happened here... well today something happened which i regret and its making me feel uneasy.. i reach home oready.. talking to irfan about the science and geog projects when the doorbell rang.. i tot it was my mom so i opened the door..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saw this man.. holding these soft toys.. and i juz said.. i dun want any.. then he gave me this card.. saying that he was mute and deaf.. and that each toy was worth $10.. and also that he has to sell the toys so that he can suport his family.. at this point.. i reli wanted to buy one of those toys but sadly i was broke so i turned him down.. then he showed me a two dollar note.. and made signs that he had to eat and then he pointed at the part of the card where it said "i need to support my family" and i knew that he meant that if i could give him $2, it would be great as he would be able to feed his family.. and i duno why i still rejected him.. though i had $2 in my wallet.. part of me was telling me to give him the money but i juz couldnt listen to myself..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;although he was rejected, the man still shook my hand.. and then i closed the door... behind the door, i could hear him knocking the door of my neighbour... he was still trying to sell the dolls... and there i was... standing behind the door... regretting wat i juz did... i wanted to open the door and hand him some money but again, i juz couldnt do it.. so i juz walked to my room.. continued talkin to irfan... its been bothering me... and i reli feel bad rite now... oh man... what have i done...?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10062616-111054458691534261?l=bleedingmylifedry.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://img442.imageshack.us/img442/8800/newhair21vn6.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10062616.post-110993644203889729</id><published>2005-03-04T19:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-04T19:40:42.043+08:00</updated><title type='text'>screwed day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;today has got to be the most screwed day of my life.. well not reli.. in the morning reach school by limping cos my right ankle still hurts.. reach class nth happened then after morning assembly oso nth happen.. during science.. nth happen.. cos like she almost nv teach anything.. juz giv the paper.. then while waiting for mrs lau to come, i quickly copy down guan lin's geog mindmap.. then the while taking the book the li wen say to adelene.. "why shahrin sit so close to u ar?" then i say la.. i was takin the book then when i face the whiteboard i turn my chair and there's literally no space between my chair and hers.. then i threw a pen at liwen.. hit her chair instead and while takin my pen i go jokingly smack her face la.. accidentally smack her eyes.. i almost felt sorry for wat i did until a while later.. she smack my face back.. ok la.. i can accept that.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;then while doing my mindmap.. jac say sth then no one respond.. so i go tease her la.. say that she talkin to herself.. then hongzhen go throw her book at me... the 1st time she throw, she missed.. i then thot she was GROWN-UP enough to not throw the book at me.. but guess wat, she threw the book at me again.. this time she hits me.. then ok.. i dun mind.. then she pass the book to liwen... who threw the book at my injured foot.. i got pissed.. i threw the book away la.. then shu hui so f**kin extra say that she gona help the gals.. then she come and smack my back so hard... it hurt but i was too angry to do anything.. i mean.. wat could i do? they were gals sia.. i couldnt juz hit them back.. then jac ask them stop cos she noticed that i was pissed.. i didnt want to say anything so i juz went to irfan's table to do the mindmap.. damn was i pissed.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;then we went to computer lab.. got lectured by mrs lau cos our mindmaps sucked.. then we use the com to talk abt this article abt men finding foreign women to be their wive.. i did the crap and read the other ppl's posts.. read wee liang wan.. wa damn steady sia.. he write abt men frm singapore juz findin foreign women to have sex and then leave.. cool... then it was recess.. watch sum sec 1 ppl play soccer.. wif a paper ball.. then we cheer arh.. so loud that the ppl on the 1st floor can hear us.. then today oso we go watch hitch.. funny man the show.. the will smith kana kissed by the fatty... then afta that we went to this forest ar.. quite exciting sia.. then got bitten by lots of mosquitoes.. then it was kinda creepy but i wanted to keep going cos there was like this path for us to walk on but then irfan and zk dun wan.. i oso dun wanna go alone so we turned back.. and we juz sat down and talked over a cup of coffee.. it was a screwed morning... the most screwed morning i eva had..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and im still pissed... damn i hate those gals.. who the f**k they think they are.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10062616-110993644203889729?l=bleedingmylifedry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img442.imageshack.us/img442/8800/newhair21vn6.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10062616.post-110967585402688575</id><published>2005-03-01T19:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-01T19:17:34.030+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i dun like it</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;today began with me waking up and findin out that my blanket was not on me.. no wonder i was freezin.. then i went to the bathroom to take a shower.. when turn on the shower, it was like i was swimmin in antartica.. it was so darn cold.. i then realised that i didnt turn on the water heater.. i lazy to go and turn it on so i jus continue drownin myself in cold water.. quite nice actually.. kinda woke me up a little bit.. then i go put on me clothes then i spent bout 20 mins messin around wif me hair.. in the end.. still do same hairstyle.. i wait for my hair to grow longer.. then i try new hairstlye.. then on the bus i gell asleep.. then i was so limp rite.. the bus oso quite unstable so i evrytime hit me head on the window cos my body go left, right, left, right, left... then bang my head on the window so many times.. but then like i kept on sleepin sia.. sth wrong.. then when reach yio chu kang i almost continue sleepin but duno why my head bang the window super hard.. then i woke up.. wa.. it was a head-bangin alarm.. then go school.. saw irfan takin key.. go talk to him.. den the sim jiang mei-mei go ask irfan to carry the bag up.. irfan actually agreed to take the thing up sia.. sth wrong.. then i ask why he canot carry his own bag up arh.. he say he no time to run up.. wat the? he can juz simply whooosh thru evryone wat.. dumb.. then we reach the class.. it was a campsite.. as usual.. then we juz mess arnd in the class.. ask zk use his shoe as oxygan mask.. then a miracle happened.. i saw sim jiang mei-mei makin his way to class.. i was like.. eh bitch! i tot u canot come up!? wtf!!?.. then he say.. i came up.. i ran u noe... if i had my bags i would hav taken longer.. bla bla bli bla.. it didnt take a lot out of me to rmb that he himself is like 90kg.. then if he carry his bag arh.. wa lao.. an earthquake measurin 9.0 on the wateva scale would take place.. yup.. then i managed to scrape thru school.. i was  dodgin all the punches the day had thrown at me.. finally, it threw its killer punch... the math test.. turns out, it wasnt so bad.. kinda relieved now that its all over.. then we all go city hall there check out summore guits and drums.. then come home.. i found out that i sent 700 smses the past month.. now i kana banned frm using my fone to sms ppl.. so i can only talk to ppl on the computer... but i oso dun like to use the com.. i duno why.. i used to be so addicted.. now i juz dun like it.. so ppl.. i wont be comin online often.. why did i hav to say that anyway.. not that anyone cares... man.. im so stupid! doh!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div 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Izhar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16311039923485721991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img442.imageshack.us/img442/8800/newhair21vn6.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10062616.post-110908514116709366</id><published>2005-02-22T23:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-22T23:12:21.170+08:00</updated><title type='text'>punk paradise</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;well today at sch was kinda fun.. 4 free periods.. but it kinda sucked out all the energy in us sia.. duno why.. den almost fell asleep during maths.. luckily ms chung go make the competition liddat.. kinda exciting and it barely kept me awake.. woo.. then afta school.. go city hall.. got this damn building, duno the name.. its like punk paradise sia... so many punk shops.. and musical instrument shops oso... there was even a skate shop... so now we know that the best place for punks to shop is at that building.. the drum set is like 499 + crash cymbal.. so its kinda like a good deal but duno if the sound good anot.. muz try out 1st.. then saw a few cool basses.. and i bought this cool badge.. its like a star but there is two ways to put the badge on.. can make it like normal star and it doesnt reli mean anything or can turn it upside down and make it the horned star, satanic symbol.. but since im not into satan and all, i nv put it upside down.. satan.. bad.. evil.. grr... yea.. then go home.. on the train irfan say beside me got this gal quite chio.. i see.. ok la.. not bad.. then i reach dhoby ghaut.. i drop off, she drop off oso.. then i look back at irfan who was in the train then i smile and point two thumbs up.. oni smart ppl will know why i did that.. to all dumbasses who duno why i did that.. try to get more perverted yea? yea then i go sit north east line the train almost overshot my station.. i was sleeping and i suddenly woke up when the door about to close.. then ran like crazy.. everything happened so fast.. in a blink of an eye, i was out the door.. woohoo.. made it.. then go home.. lie down.. msg her.. then no reply.. so fell asleep.. snoooze.. woke up when my mom called... talk crap then i spilled a cup of orange juice all over the table and carpet.. wat the heck!? slightly pissed la but i was too sleepy to do anything so i juz clean the thing up lor.. then go to the mall to look for jar for the jam.. walk arnd for 20 mins.. the f**knuts (zi keng) call me.. say he found a nice jar at sunplaza.. i was so pissed sia.. wasted my time.. couldve watched summore cartoons.. man.. then now.. juz hanging around in my room.. listening to "everytime" by simple plan.. u guys can check it out here on my blog.. listen to the song yea? ok bye bye..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img442.imageshack.us/img442/8800/newhair21vn6.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10062616.post-110899531203314525</id><published>2005-02-21T22:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-21T22:15:12.036+08:00</updated><title type='text'>jam day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ok.. today at school i have nth to comment about.. but then afta sch we go to muska hse to make the jam for home ec project.. wa.. quite fun la but oso quite messy.. 1st nid peel the orange, then grate it, then boil the juice and pulp, then add sugar, then boil summore, then let it cool, then nid cut the aloe vera... this part most disgusting .. the aloe vera was like covered in this weird gooey thingy that almost feels like mucus sia.. eww... then add honey to the jam then put aloe vera.. like tat oready then ok liao lor.. then zk bring his guitar to irfan hse.. play.. ok ok la.. oni the changing of frets quite bad.. but practice makes perfect... hope he can get better.. woohoo!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10062616-110899531203314525?l=bleedingmylifedry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bleedingmylifedry.blogspot.com/feeds/110899531203314525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10062616&amp;postID=110899531203314525' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10062616/posts/default/110899531203314525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10062616/posts/default/110899531203314525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bleedingmylifedry.blogspot.com/2005/02/jam-day.html' title='jam day'/><author><name>Shahrin Izhar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16311039923485721991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img442.imageshack.us/img442/8800/newhair21vn6.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10062616.post-110839283618581423</id><published>2005-02-14T22:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-14T22:53:56.186+08:00</updated><title type='text'>made up my mind</title><content type='html'>ok... after thinkin long and hard.. chicken has decided to play the drums instead of bass... playing drums is like so fun lor.. can vent frustrations.. :) then if i play drums then lizzie can play bass... yea.. .today at sch i almost stuffed myself to death by eating so much... then almost fell asleep during maths lesson... literature lesson was fun.. mr white didnt come so got two relief teachers with attitude problems.. then i go mess arnd with zk's hair... have a lot of fun.. then rumours started spreadin that there was gona be a a spot check.. all become like so scared liddat... but i there.. heck care la.. nth to be afraid of... :P... but in the end oso dun hav  spot check... yea that's abt it at sch...  erm.. then i get home i sleep until like... 8.30pm.. woo... then eat then watch tv... wa.. watching american football now.. so damn nice sia... all the action... yep.. erm.. and its valentines day today... doesnt reli feel like its a special day.. its juz like any other day... hmm~... ok i go sleep le... signing out... (^^,)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10062616-110839283618581423?l=bleedingmylifedry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bleedingmylifedry.blogspot.com/feeds/110839283618581423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10062616&amp;postID=110839283618581423' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10062616/posts/default/110839283618581423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10062616/posts/default/110839283618581423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bleedingmylifedry.blogspot.com/2005/02/made-up-my-mind.html' title='made up my mind'/><author><name>Shahrin Izhar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16311039923485721991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img442.imageshack.us/img442/8800/newhair21vn6.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10062616.post-110830497175834921</id><published>2005-02-13T22:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-13T22:29:31.760+08:00</updated><title type='text'>wtf?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;oK i just changed the skin.. again.. and nth much happened today so i aint gonna write any crap down.. erm... yea.. thats about it.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10062616-110830497175834921?l=bleedingmylifedry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bleedingmylifedry.blogspot.com/feeds/110830497175834921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10062616&amp;postID=110830497175834921' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10062616/posts/default/110830497175834921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10062616/posts/default/110830497175834921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bleedingmylifedry.blogspot.com/2005/02/wtf.html' title='wtf?'/><author><name>Shahrin Izhar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16311039923485721991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img442.imageshack.us/img442/8800/newhair21vn6.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10062616.post-110777471937412033</id><published>2005-02-07T19:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-13T22:15:01.370+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2 SoNgS..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;orite.. i so happy today cos i just mastered two songs which are finger lickin goooooood... but lets start at the beginning eh..? ok.. today went to school... go up to class saw that my table was messed up.. not in its usual place... so i push it to irfan there and i sat next to him... damn shiok sia.. sit next to him.. then the malay period came.. got test leh... quite easy la.. can do... then it was geog... go through the paper... then recess... we do art la... then go to ben ee there try to get guiyu's picture out of his wallet and pocket but failed.. i was so close sia.. haiz... then it was science.. it was fun drawing the ions and stuff... juz circles... i have to remember.. juz circles... then it was maths.. 5 of us who missed the lesson go to teachers table to catch up la.. but turns out.. me and irfan became slightly better than wei yang.. we had to guide him when he do the questions.. haha.. then afta that was literature.. funny man... our group do... THE JOURNEY... so fun... our ROAR was nice.... roar....!! then came project work.. we all do the hamper thing hor.. wa lao... it was totally crap lor.. then we hand in arh... see all the other classes wan... damn nice sia theirs... like wanted to change the name of the classes sia... but didnt la.. must have integrity... yea... then went home.. practise the bass for 'stacy's mom' and 'flavour of the weak'... stacy mom so easy... close one eye oso can do... but flavour of the weak quite tricky... had to find out how to do drop d tuning.. when i did.. the song became so easy.. and so nice too... man... damn shiok... cant wait to play the songs... and record it... then let ppl listen.. woohooo!! hurray to silent outbreak!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10062616-110777471937412033?l=bleedingmylifedry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img442.imageshack.us/img442/8800/newhair21vn6.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10062616.post-110709867025588996</id><published>2005-01-30T23:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-13T22:15:20.983+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a wHoLe dAmN wEeK...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;ok since ppl ask me post, i will do so.. ok the chalet thingy... on friday i met irfan early.. met at causeway.. cos i wanted to buy some shirts.. when we reach there the shop havent open so we eat at mac 1st.. then we went up.. spent like... 20 minutes in the shop juz deciding wat to buy.. finally i bought some cool shirts and a punk wristband.. then we roam about in cold storage like mindless zombies looking for plastic bags for the water bomb... dun hav.. so we decided to go to sembawang.. then i bought this cool cap.. the ones that dun hav the top.. juz the thingy in front of the cap... yea.. finally found the plastic bags at sembawang.. then went to zk's hse to take his car to east coast.. the car was a beauty man.. damn nice.. then when reach there.. saw 3 of the goddamn satay family members at the beach.. we three go to them and we messed arnd wif clare's guitar.. she almost cried cos we were so violent towards it.. then we had 1 and a half hrs of free time.. i go roller blade.. then went for about 800m then come back to the chalet.. see that the gals havent even wear the damn roller blades yet.. then wait for them.. then see them try to roller blade but they failed.. damn pathetic sia see they all crawl on the floor since they duno how to roller blade.. tsk tsk.. afta some futile effort to teach some gals how to roller blade.. i go ride arnd wif irfan they all but returned to see that the gals had made 1% progress.. then they decided to go back.. then we go play water bombs.. lasted less than 2 mins... it was supposed to last 30 mins.. wow.. big big difference.. then had this lame competition to pick up the plastic bags.. then play whacko / dare.. shu hui bullied this coconut tree.. i proposed to iggy and zi keng proposed to li wen.. blah blah blah.. this that this that.. then at nite liao.. we go eat at macdonalds.. then irfan and zikeng become so lame that they go take picture of irfan sitting in the baby seat.. then we go rent bikes overnite... ride arnd, come back to chalet to watch hellsing.. then irfan, shu hui, liwen and i stay up while others sleep.. they didnt reli sleep.. they stayed up.. then us 4 go 7-11 buy some hot drinks.. then came back.. found out that some b-i-t-c-h-e-s go outside of the chalet.. when they come back.. wa.. attitude seh.. said they were hungry.. hungry rite.. we giv them bread la.. they oni take one goddamn slice.. wtf!?.. then we sit arnd.. until 7.30 when evryone woke up.. then shu hui, liwen and i go sleep la.. irfan wa.. go ride arnd wif the others.. i sleep arh.. 2 ppl go take my pic.. muz let me see hor.. then we watch cartoons.. yay!! so fun.. then do some stuff.. the apple game.. funny sia.. i got to see wee liang's angry face.. he literally growled at jiang wei sia... grrr.. haahahahaha! then we had this bbq.. irfan go watch tv.. i was outside cookin food fer others.. then finally got to eat.. then go rent bike.. blah blah blah.. then 3rd day come... we went home... i was so tired.. and oh ya... my phone.. got spoilt.. cos the goddamn gals go push me into water.. but heck care la... got new fone liao... not bad la the thing.. on monday.. nth happen.. tuesday.. nth happen.. wednesday.. nth happen.. thursday.. nth happen.. then friday.. go ben ee hse bunny bassist go play drums... not bad la.. but ben say pro... aiya.. muz be modest rite... yea... but cant wait for ben to buy bass.. so bunny bassist can play the bass!! yoohoo!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img442.imageshack.us/img442/8800/newhair21vn6.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10062616.post-110604669812936057</id><published>2005-01-18T19:02:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-13T22:15:34.740+08:00</updated><title type='text'>nErdY!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;today so dam fun lor... get to be a nerd for recess... haha it was so cool... at first the you qin say that he can pull his pants so low.. then i show him that i can pull my pants down so low that i can take it off instantly... but then hor... hong zhen in class mah.. so i dun take off la... but i still pull down until siao... i pull down liao hor... canot pull up... man... so i jump and pull... jump and pull... then i go sit and pull... finally can... haha... then i got the idea of pulling my pants up high... that made me pull up my socks and tuck in my shirt... wa... nerd full-set lor... haha... only that my hair still spiked la.... then irfan and you qin oso do... then zi keng come in class then he oso do... wa we show all the gals that we wear like wee liang.. actually wee liang oso nv wear until so (nerdy) extreme... man it was fun.. then me and zi keng go parade outside the classroom... then the gals all see... then they laugh... then i go 2 grace there wif irfan arh... then ben ee got smack my butt wif the broom... twice...!! man it was so much fun... hahahahaha!!!.... then we had enuf fun liao... we go toilet go pull pants down... then i go out... walk walk walk... then got some gals behind me laff... i duno why.. then i look down... omg!! my socks is still so dam high... like wanna go play soccer lor... then i paiseh liao i go run back to class... and pull my socks down properly... haha... man it was fun... best recess since... yesterday!! haha... well tats all that i wanna say here... day rating... 6/10... *chop off head*.... bleh~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10062616-110604669812936057?l=bleedingmylifedry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bleedingmylifedry.blogspot.com/feeds/110604669812936057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10062616&amp;postID=110604669812936057' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10062616/posts/default/110604669812936057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10062616/posts/default/110604669812936057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bleedingmylifedry.blogspot.com/2005/01/nerdy_110604669812936057.html' title='nErdY!'/><author><name>Shahrin Izhar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16311039923485721991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img442.imageshack.us/img442/8800/newhair21vn6.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10062616.post-110594825466682153</id><published>2005-01-16T15:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-13T22:16:06.836+08:00</updated><title type='text'>7th DaY</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;wa today going to watch soccer man~ so dam shiok... yea... today woke up like... 1pm... still late arh... man... i reli nid to sleep more... haiz... irfan came over to my house... cos he going to watch the soccer match wif me... then he come... he play the xbox... play halo... sadist sia this guy... oready kill arh... still go to the dead alien then go use melee attack... blood spatter all over the place... sick~... but cool... hehe... actually is i teach him to do that la.. so considered that im a sadist oso... yea.. then we left.. go eat long john silver at some place... then wanna serch for the toilet is like... amazing maze... go all over the place.. then finally found it... yea... then wanna find popular bk store oso the same... amazing maze... then finally left for the stadium.. wa went into the stadium arh.. my eyes bled... no la.. is juz that i was blinded by the color of red... wa lao... 96% was s'pore fans... only a pathetic 4% was indo fans... they were wearing white... dam shiok lor the match... do the kallang wave like... 20+ times... then go curse referee all that... shiok sia... in the end... its was 2-1 in s'pores favour... altogether s'pore won... 5-2... man that is a lot sia.. dam cool... then now im at home... midnite has come... grim reaper is waiting for me... i hav to go... bye~ day rating... 8/10.... *slashes throat*...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div 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duno... today actually nothing much happened la... only that i had to do my homework until 12midnite... so many lor... then the maths like i hav to learn myself... i juz learned that nid do extra questions... man... but still completed it... most of the time i was floating around my com la... nth much happened... man cant wait for tmr... watch soccer... singapore vs indonesia... hope got riot sia... cool sia if got... then can get beaten up then get mc... shiok sia.... but if die how arh... haiz... actually i die better la... yea.... well the rating for the day... 5/10... juz pass... on the dot... haiz... *bang*!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10062616-110594761941523855?l=bleedingmylifedry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bleedingmylifedry.blogspot.com/feeds/110594761941523855/comments/default' title='Post 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src='http://img442.imageshack.us/img442/8800/newhair21vn6.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10062616.post-110570999326850661</id><published>2005-01-14T21:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-13T22:16:50.490+08:00</updated><title type='text'>5tH dAy... oH mAn...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;today... was tiring... got npcc parade... then we like... "drag" the sec 1's come join npcc... hurrah!! it was fun tho... but the sec 1's arh a bit weird leh... u see, i walk towards them rite... they run away!! like im some kind of freak... well maybe i AM a freak... haiz... but they run like so scared liddat lor... maybe they've been stalked by a lot of other ppl la... so they scared.. then the damn sonia go blow into my ear... quite pain la... grr!! then i continue wif my duties... tis tat tis tat... then i go to the ncc section there met irfan and gerald... funny sia... they at this section where got books la... then they go say that ncc got their own library wan leh!!.... then the irfan go say... if the sec 1's run out of toilet paper can use the book... funny sia... then i ask wei liang to touch me... cos evryting he touches disappears... i wanna disappear... haiz.. then we were dismissed la... then i go buy drink... then wa lao.. i saw stephanie , sonia's twin and i go blow into her ear... man i got the wrong person!! arhh!! she go scold me... btw if anyone reading tis noes stephanie from 2e arh.. help me tell her tt im sorry... i got the wrong person.... and those who noes sonia... tell her to be careful... very careful... anyway... i reach home at 7.40pm... so late lor... then do tis thing... now i wanna watch tv liao... day rating... 5/10... *snooooooooooooooooze*....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10062616-110570999326850661?l=bleedingmylifedry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bleedingmylifedry.blogspot.com/feeds/110570999326850661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10062616&amp;postID=110570999326850661' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10062616/posts/default/110570999326850661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10062616/posts/default/110570999326850661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bleedingmylifedry.blogspot.com/2005/01/5th-day-oh-man.html' title='5tH dAy... oH mAn...'/><author><name>Shahrin Izhar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16311039923485721991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img442.imageshack.us/img442/8800/newhair21vn6.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10062616.post-110561321778599267</id><published>2005-01-13T18:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-13T22:17:22.466+08:00</updated><title type='text'>4Th DaY oF CrEaTiOn</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;4th day... oh man i think i forgot wat happened today sia... wait arh... lemme think for a while... rite... ok la.. today reach sch quite early oni arh... then met ben ee.. wa lao he is sucha idiot sia... he selling gameboy advance... a game cadtrigde and sth else for $90... but the total price of all the things actually almost $300 lor... idiot sia he... then go to his locker... inside his locker all trash sia... sonia's things all inside... he say they all noe his combination pass then evrytime put things inside... sad for him... 1st lesson : PE... wa lao torture sia... actually not so bad la... juz run and run and run... quite shiok.. then play bball... wa you qin become so pro liao... then go for english lesson... wa get back marks.. i got 30/40... no nid go remedial... hehe... then was recess... recess go down then ben ee go smack the butts of sec 1 GUYS... ya GUYS... watch out... then afta that was maths test... ahhh!!! actualy not that hard la... can handle... good enuf... woohoo!! then was home econs... make some kind of muffins... banana muffins!!! nice.... mmmm~... then was geog.. do tis do tat... then finally class meeting.. wa that one quite fun... talk talk talk... then we in charge of games.. cool!!! bed time at chalet would be 2am!! 2 am!! yay yay yay!!! woohoo... oh no... i nid to polish my boots now man... rating for the day.... 6/10... *bang*....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10062616-110561321778599267?l=bleedingmylifedry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bleedingmylifedry.blogspot.com/feeds/110561321778599267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10062616&amp;postID=110561321778599267' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10062616/posts/default/110561321778599267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10062616/posts/default/110561321778599267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bleedingmylifedry.blogspot.com/2005/01/4th-day-of-creation.html' title='4Th DaY oF CrEaTiOn'/><author><name>Shahrin Izhar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16311039923485721991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img442.imageshack.us/img442/8800/newhair21vn6.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10062616.post-110553069790613576</id><published>2005-01-12T19:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-13T22:17:51.146+08:00</updated><title type='text'>3Rd DaY oF cReaTiOn</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;well today was a tad better than the other days... kinda fun... especially cos no maths... hehe... well today woke up late man!! ahh!! actually woke up early... then felt tired wanna slp for 5 more mins... then the 5 mins extended to 30 mins.. then i woke up... still quite early... then go take a bath... blah blah... then go wear sch uniform... then look at watch... still early... then try to spike my hair in a different way.. like irfan's hair liddat... try and try and try until the wax like "dry" liddat... so sticky... canot make it stand... then look at watch again... omg late liao!!! then quickly left the hse... nv spike hair blah blah... managed to catch the bus... heng arh....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reach sch.... 7.11am... early... relax... walk walk... go restroom... then go to hall... go hall arh.. wah... so crowded man!! wanna make my way to class oso canot... then had to cut thru 2 integrity... then 2 humility... that stupid joel go pull my leg almost make me fall man... grr!!! finally made it to my class... sit down.. talk talk.. relax... then stand... do this.. do that... then sit again... then watch this thingy by the PRESIDENT... cos its boy brigade day mah... afta that go class... go thru lesson... this that this that.... then recess.... recess irfan and i go library... do this do that.... then was chapel time.. me and irfan dun wanna go so we stay at library... do our sci hw... then read books... blah blah.. then when chapel time finish.. we go back to class but our clsmate havent come yet so we sit down talk... it was fun... then when they came... it was 20 mins late... hehe... then we go sci lab... do some dumb experiment.. then when finish go back class... tis is when nitemare begun...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i go pull cindy hair... she start crying... then the guiyu go scream at me... wa lao she scream arh... my heart stop beating sia cos of shock... man... then go for our lunch... eat this eat that... had a very funny conversation wif the other boys... then me and irfan go run to the 7-11 behind our sch to buy skittles... run halfway.. tired oready.. man i sure fail 2.4km tis year... hehe managed to reach sch in time... then go to sci centre...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sci centre we watch this thingy called forces of nature... watch halfway i fell asleep... fun sia sleeping... then when woke up the thing finish liao... then go back sch.. in the bus i so hyper and the rest all snoozing... man... but it was okay arh... then reach sch... then i go home lor... liddat only... overall marks for the day..... 7/10... hehe...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10062616-110553069790613576?l=bleedingmylifedry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bleedingmylifedry.blogspot.com/feeds/110553069790613576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10062616&amp;postID=110553069790613576' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10062616/posts/default/110553069790613576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10062616/posts/default/110553069790613576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bleedingmylifedry.blogspot.com/2005/01/3rd-day-of-creation.html' title='3Rd DaY oF cReaTiOn'/><author><name>Shahrin Izhar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16311039923485721991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img442.imageshack.us/img442/8800/newhair21vn6.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10062616.post-110542784665019225</id><published>2005-01-11T15:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-13T22:18:25.703+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2Nd dAY oF cReAtIoN....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;well.. evryting went pretty fine today... i was so damn sleepy as always... it all started on a boring morning... went to sch early... play wif ben ee for a while then you qin join us... english was okay... then came art... right now i would prefer to hav mrs boey as my teacher... man it was as boring as hell... maybe hell is not so boring... well... managed to live thru 2 periods of that crap... then recess came... it was a life-saver... hehe... played around wif irfan , ben ee and gerald... play at class then go down to get some straws... went down then while walking bang into the ppl whose faces annoyed me... i banged into tis sec 1 guy then he go curse me man... wa... sec 1 so tough liao sia... woo~.... then music came.. music not so bad... then geog... oso not so bad... then sci.... man.... it was one big joke!! it was so funny i was almost laffin thru out the whole damn lesson... finally god gave his last punch to me... i tot i would die but i managed to live... it was maths time.. and 2 periods of it too... it was alrite... but EXTREMELY boring... cant help it tho... well, juz gota live wif it for the rest... of .... the year.... naah not so bad.... hehe adios all!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10062616-110542784665019225?l=bleedingmylifedry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bleedingmylifedry.blogspot.com/feeds/110542784665019225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10062616&amp;postID=110542784665019225' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10062616/posts/default/110542784665019225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10062616/posts/default/110542784665019225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bleedingmylifedry.blogspot.com/2005/01/2nd-day-of-creation.html' title='2Nd dAY oF cReAtIoN....'/><author><name>Shahrin Izhar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16311039923485721991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img442.imageshack.us/img442/8800/newhair21vn6.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10062616.post-110535477868320188</id><published>2005-01-10T18:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-13T22:13:00.316+08:00</updated><title type='text'>1sT dAy oF CrEaTiOn...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;hehe... juz had my com rebooted so the things i installed all gone le... haiz... nth much happened today.. juz that i was struggling to stay awake... i feel so sleepy during lessons... duno why... need help!! arhhh!! well, the literature lesson was like the boring-est class eva! talk and talk... i understood wat mr. white said but it was so boring that i feel asleep... when we had the 4 min break... i slept and was rudely awakened by mr. white's loud voice shouting "OKAY!!"... man i got a real heck of a shock... den timothy so annoying... take my things like nth else to do.... then ok la.... the rest of the day quite ok... then afta sch go fall in outside np rm... they talk tis talk that...man... fri nid to fall in in pt kit.. then nid bring full-u... then got uniform inspection... haiz... all cos of the open hse lor... man.... nvm... i will survive!!!! 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