<?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-14696240</id><updated>2011-08-17T11:04:35.759+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Pensieve</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farishino.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14696240/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farishino.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Farish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16492222873297776492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>81</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14696240.post-4725837793712279549</id><published>2007-03-18T21:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-18T21:48:50.712+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Map of the Problematique</title><content type='html'>Fear and panic in the air&lt;br /&gt;I want to be free&lt;br /&gt;From desolation and despair&lt;br /&gt;And I feel like everything I sow&lt;br /&gt;Is being swept away&lt;br /&gt;Well I refuse to let you go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't get it right&lt;br /&gt;Get it right&lt;br /&gt;Since I met you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loneliness be over&lt;br /&gt;When will this loneliness be over&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life will flash before my eyes&lt;br /&gt;So scattered and lost&lt;br /&gt;I want to touch the other side&lt;br /&gt;And no one&lt;br /&gt;Thinks they are to blame&lt;br /&gt;Why can't we see&lt;br /&gt;That when we bleed we bleed the same&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't get it right&lt;br /&gt;Get it right&lt;br /&gt;Since I met you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loneliness be over&lt;br /&gt;When will this loneliness be over&lt;br /&gt;Loneliness be over&lt;br /&gt;When will this loneliness be over&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14696240-4725837793712279549?l=farishino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14696240.post-116461940028814448</id><published>2006-11-27T17:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-27T17:23:20.306+08:00</updated><title type='text'>AAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;MUSE IS COMING TO SINGAPORE!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14696240-116461940028814448?l=farishino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farishino.blogspot.com/feeds/116461940028814448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14696240&amp;postID=116461940028814448' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14696240/posts/default/116461940028814448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14696240/posts/default/116461940028814448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farishino.blogspot.com/2006/11/aaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.html' title='AAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH'/><author><name>Farish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16492222873297776492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14696240.post-116091693440380517</id><published>2006-10-15T20:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-15T20:55:34.413+08:00</updated><title type='text'>operation blow-haze-back-where-it-came-from</title><content type='html'>why cant singapore spend its money building the world's largest fan and blow the damn haze back where it came from. irritating really!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14696240-116091693440380517?l=farishino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farishino.blogspot.com/feeds/116091693440380517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14696240&amp;postID=116091693440380517' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14696240/posts/default/116091693440380517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14696240/posts/default/116091693440380517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farishino.blogspot.com/2006/10/operation-blow-haze-back-where-it-came.html' title='operation blow-haze-back-where-it-came-from'/><author><name>Farish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16492222873297776492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14696240.post-116090355785027502</id><published>2006-10-15T16:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-15T17:12:37.860+08:00</updated><title type='text'>happiness</title><content type='html'>It was a Saturday afternoon. My mom and I were at the bazaar across the road, scavenging for food (not in other people's rubbish, may I add) for break fast later on. It was a mere glance; and I recognised him instantly. He was in my tuition class back in the primary school days, an EM3-streamer. I hardly saw him smile in class, and from the looks of it, it must have tortured him to do maths equations back then. He was but stolid in every way. Yet as I saw him vending his stall, he looked happier than I've ever seen him. I was awed by this. He was a changed person, he was happy. And it struck me the importance of happiness in life. I guess I've never really taken the chance to take a step back and reflect on how happy I've been all these while. It left a lasting impression on me, I just had to post this up on my blog, despite the fact that it's been stagnant for months. Course, there're loads of other stuff that I would have loved to record in this blog as well, but I never did with the exception of this. Why? Here's one to ponder about.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14696240-116090355785027502?l=farishino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farishino.blogspot.com/feeds/116090355785027502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14696240&amp;postID=116090355785027502' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14696240/posts/default/116090355785027502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14696240/posts/default/116090355785027502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farishino.blogspot.com/2006/10/happiness.html' title='happiness'/><author><name>Farish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16492222873297776492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14696240.post-114768486525622213</id><published>2006-05-15T17:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-15T17:21:05.270+08:00</updated><title type='text'>an honest mistake</title><content type='html'>People&lt;br /&gt;They don't mean a thing to you&lt;br /&gt;They move right through you&lt;br /&gt;Just like your breath&lt;br /&gt;But sometimes&lt;br /&gt;I still think of you&lt;br /&gt;And I just wanted to&lt;br /&gt;Just wanted you to know&lt;br /&gt;My old friend...&lt;br /&gt;I swear I never meant for this&lt;br /&gt;I never meant...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't look at me that way&lt;br /&gt;It was an honest mistake&lt;br /&gt;Don't look at me that way&lt;br /&gt;It was an honest mistake&lt;br /&gt;An honest mistake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes&lt;br /&gt;I forget I'm still awake&lt;br /&gt;I fuck up and say these things out loud&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My old friend...&lt;br /&gt;I sweat I never meant for this&lt;br /&gt;I never meant...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't look at me that way&lt;br /&gt;It was an honest mistake&lt;br /&gt;Don't look at me that way&lt;br /&gt;It was an honest mistake&lt;br /&gt;An honest mistake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't look at me that way&lt;br /&gt;It was an honest mistake&lt;br /&gt;Don't look at me that way&lt;br /&gt;It was an honest mistake&lt;br /&gt;An honest mistake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;strong&gt;LOVE&lt;/strong&gt; this song.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14696240-114768486525622213?l=farishino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farishino.blogspot.com/feeds/114768486525622213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14696240&amp;postID=114768486525622213' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14696240/posts/default/114768486525622213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14696240/posts/default/114768486525622213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farishino.blogspot.com/2006/05/honest-mistake.html' title='an honest mistake'/><author><name>Farish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16492222873297776492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14696240.post-114709309201693831</id><published>2006-05-08T20:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-08T20:58:12.030+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I need:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) A camcorder&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) An Ian Hecox or Anthony Padilla&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;WHO?!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14696240-114709309201693831?l=farishino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farishino.blogspot.com/feeds/114709309201693831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14696240&amp;postID=114709309201693831' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14696240/posts/default/114709309201693831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14696240/posts/default/114709309201693831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farishino.blogspot.com/2006/05/i-need-1-camcorder-2-ian-hecox-or.html' title=''/><author><name>Farish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16492222873297776492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14696240.post-114656051304695483</id><published>2006-05-02T17:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-02T17:01:53.073+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Only when we can relate to the words will they seem to have the biggest impact on us.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14696240-114656051304695483?l=farishino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farishino.blogspot.com/feeds/114656051304695483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14696240&amp;postID=114656051304695483' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14696240/posts/default/114656051304695483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14696240/posts/default/114656051304695483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farishino.blogspot.com/2006/05/only-when-we-can-relate-to-words-will.html' title=''/><author><name>Farish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16492222873297776492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14696240.post-114641470828274657</id><published>2006-04-30T23:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-01T00:31:48.350+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Play Beautiful- Joga Bonito</title><content type='html'>I think the major problem with most of us is our approach to whatever the things we do. With the world being so economy-based and work-oriented, many have adopted the 'do things &lt;i&gt;right&lt;/i&gt; or die' attitude that one tends to forget one of the most, if not the most, important aspect of life- fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The problem is ever present in our society these days. Sports, for example, has become much different today than it once was. The results suddenly become a matter of life and death; ever so often do you see players trying their absolute hardest to live up to the standards expected of them. So much so that some even screw themselves up trying to play real hard. Literally, in certain cases. If there's one thing that I've learnt through playing sports is that a body too stiff can only do so much as compared to another that moves more freely and has a better flexibility. Only then can one attain the optimum level of performance. Football, softball, any sport you name it. Even rugby I believe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I've mentioned about free-movement has a lot to do with how we play our games. We worry so much about making mistakes, we set our bodies to do the same monotonous thing over and over again that we leave no room for creativity. How many times do you see a football player try to do a backflick pass instead of turning and passing the ball to a teammate of his? Wouldn't it be much more fun for a player to nutmeg his opponent rather than play the usual long ball or passing back to the keeper? It is these little things that we lack that actually make up the true meaning of sports. It is ultimately to have fun and enjoy ourselves. Play to our best, have no regrets whatsoever of the outcome. Can we look back over a defeat and tell ourselves, "Well I may have lost, but it was the best game I've played in my life"? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's this latest Nike campaign that has got me thinking. How different would it have been if I had played every game like it's my last, to give my all, not fearing of making mistakes or a fool out of myself. "That is the soul of the game". Applies to any sport. Only my two cents worth, but I feel that Joga Bonito has a much deeper meaning than 'just another soccer advert'. It's the attitude that deserves applause, not necessarily the 'winners'. I believe that every one that plays his best in every match is a true winner. Having said that, I personally hope that I will adopt this attitude whenever I step onto the field. Sport is sport, never bring politics in them :). And now for my first big test- CTs. Ahhhhh :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14696240-114641470828274657?l=farishino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farishino.blogspot.com/feeds/114641470828274657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14696240&amp;postID=114641470828274657' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14696240/posts/default/114641470828274657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14696240/posts/default/114641470828274657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farishino.blogspot.com/2006/04/play-beautiful-joga-bonito.html' title='Play Beautiful- Joga Bonito'/><author><name>Farish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16492222873297776492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14696240.post-114388242831410853</id><published>2006-04-01T16:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-07T21:50:02.296+08:00</updated><title type='text'>aiyoh</title><content type='html'>How could it be, that after setting my alarm clock to ring at &lt;b&gt;4.37&lt;/b&gt;, I woke up at &lt;b&gt;5&lt;/b&gt;, went &lt;b&gt;back&lt;/b&gt; to sleep, enjoyed a short dream &lt;i&gt;only&lt;/i&gt; to wake up &lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;again&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;, realising that it's &lt;b&gt;6am&lt;/b&gt;; that training starts in an hour and a half &lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;and&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt; you're &lt;i&gt;still&lt;/i&gt; at &lt;b&gt;home&lt;/b&gt; in &lt;b&gt;bed&lt;/b&gt;? You have not packed your bag, you have lots of skin medication to apply, you have not even had your morning shower. Well, &lt;b&gt;what&lt;/b&gt; do you do then?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obviously the options aplenty went running through my head. With only too little time left to work with, any other means of public transportation than taxi would result in me arriving late for training, a $5 fine, missing out on team warmups and such. So, when you're stuck in a situation like this, which option do you choose? Take a bus/train to sch, arrive in school an hour late and get fined $5 OR Spend $10 on a taxi ride, arrive in school on time, no fuss OR skip training. Afterall, like keefe said, for softball trainings, it's better never than late. So I chose the taxi ride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not the cost that matters in my opinion. A week's worth of pocket money, so what. I wouldn't want to miss out on the warm up with the team as coming in late gives a bad enough impression, and to warm up individually is not something nice either. Ultimately, it is those hours and minutes spent taking out the equipment, warming up and training with my fellow softball mates that matters most to me. I wouldn't miss it for the world today. They mean so much to me, and it's a betrayal to the team and our friendship should I take small matters such as punctuality lightly. I've always had a problem with it, and I am willing to pay for it, for the sake of the team. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Training was great. In the sense that I got to work on my inconsistent throws. And batting. Sigh I keep adopting a different swing each time. High time I reach top form. Maybe I should watch the olympics matches that i recorded in 2004 to see how they pros play. Yeah. then i should show the team as well. It'll help i guess. Ok I better go look for the cassette now. tata&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn, I think I'm weak. GYM.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14696240-114388242831410853?l=farishino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farishino.blogspot.com/feeds/114388242831410853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14696240&amp;postID=114388242831410853' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14696240/posts/default/114388242831410853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14696240/posts/default/114388242831410853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farishino.blogspot.com/2006/04/aiyoh.html' title='aiyoh'/><author><name>Farish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16492222873297776492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14696240.post-114069934602385647</id><published>2006-02-23T20:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-23T20:55:46.040+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Say hello to Discus GOLD!!! =))))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;And mugging Physics, mugging Maths, RE  proposal....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14696240-114069934602385647?l=farishino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farishino.blogspot.com/feeds/114069934602385647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14696240&amp;postID=114069934602385647' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14696240/posts/default/114069934602385647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14696240/posts/default/114069934602385647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farishino.blogspot.com/2006/02/say-hello-to-discus-gold-and-mugging.html' title=''/><author><name>Farish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16492222873297776492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14696240.post-113992706155424651</id><published>2006-02-14T22:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-14T22:24:21.566+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>whee. beat yuying yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16 and counting =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;against cat high tomorrow. the match we've all been waiting for. we're missing enghow though. who cares. confidence in the team is skyhigh right now. goodluck guys.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14696240-113992706155424651?l=farishino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farishino.blogspot.com/feeds/113992706155424651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14696240&amp;postID=113992706155424651' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14696240/posts/default/113992706155424651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14696240/posts/default/113992706155424651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farishino.blogspot.com/2006/02/whee.html' title=''/><author><name>Farish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16492222873297776492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14696240.post-113949660088895168</id><published>2006-02-09T22:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-09T22:52:34.500+08:00</updated><title type='text'>madness.</title><content type='html'>today was the craziest day i've had in months. last night, or this morning rather, I went to bed at 1.30. I had set my 2 alarm clocks to go off at 4.50 and 5.10 respectively. I even set my phone to ring at 5.25.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up like Æons later, and saw that the clocks showed 6.15 am. It was immediate panic. How was I able to sleep through 3 alarms? Why were both my alarm clocks turned off, and why was my phone under myself in bed of all places? Why didnt bak wake me up? He told me later that he tried to twice, but I 'told' him that there was no school today. like omg. How could I have done things without my own awareness? It was scary to say the least. And I was going to be late for school. Thank God for Mrs Lim. So I had to rush through the usual morning routine, called Mrs Lim and in 15 minutes I was waiting for her taxi to pick me up. Wow. And that was just the beginning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blah blah lessons after that. then PSGM. headed home. Bus 59 is a life-saver I tell you. Less walking, save 5cents and the journey takes a much much shorter time than the MRT. it's good GOOD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maths test tomorrow. NO salinah. yes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whose line is it anyway at 2am later! Okay, sleep for now, wake up at 2, watch the show, then study maths and then go to school. Looking at what happened earlier, I guess not.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14696240-113949660088895168?l=farishino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farishino.blogspot.com/feeds/113949660088895168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14696240&amp;postID=113949660088895168' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14696240/posts/default/113949660088895168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14696240/posts/default/113949660088895168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farishino.blogspot.com/2006/02/madness.html' title='madness.'/><author><name>Farish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16492222873297776492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14696240.post-113706386705679815</id><published>2006-01-12T18:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-12T19:04:27.076+08:00</updated><title type='text'>are you?</title><content type='html'>Now, don’t just walk away&lt;br /&gt;Pretending everything’s ok&lt;br /&gt;And you don’t care about me&lt;br /&gt;And I know there’s just no use&lt;br /&gt;When all your lies become your truths and I don’t care... yeah, yeah, yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Could you look me in the eye&lt;br /&gt;And tell me that you’re happy now, ohhh, ohhh&lt;br /&gt;Would you tell it to my face or have I been erased,&lt;br /&gt;Are you happy now?&lt;br /&gt;Are you happy now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You took all there was to take,&lt;br /&gt;And left with an empty plate&lt;br /&gt;And you don’t care about it, yeah.&lt;br /&gt;And I, I’ve given up this game&lt;br /&gt;I’m leaving you with all the blame cause I don’t care, yeah, yeah yeah,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Could you look me in the eye?&lt;br /&gt;And tell me that you’re happy now, oohh oohhh&lt;br /&gt;Would you tell it to my face or have I been erased,&lt;br /&gt;Are you happy now? Ohhh, ohhhh&lt;br /&gt;Are you happy now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you have everything you want?&lt;br /&gt;You can get up and give everything you`ve got&lt;br /&gt;You can’t run away from yourself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Could you look me in the eye?&lt;br /&gt;and tell me that you`re happy now, oohh oohhh&lt;br /&gt;come on tell it to my face or have i been erased,&lt;br /&gt;are you happy now? Ohhh, ohhhh&lt;br /&gt;are you happy now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you look me in the eye?&lt;br /&gt;Could you look me in the eye?&lt;br /&gt;I’ve had that all I can take&lt;br /&gt;And I’m about to break&lt;br /&gt;Cause I’m happy now, ohhh, ohhh&lt;br /&gt;Are you happy now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;precisely.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14696240-113706386705679815?l=farishino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farishino.blogspot.com/feeds/113706386705679815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14696240&amp;postID=113706386705679815' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14696240/posts/default/113706386705679815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14696240/posts/default/113706386705679815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farishino.blogspot.com/2006/01/are-you.html' title='are you?'/><author><name>Farish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16492222873297776492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14696240.post-113604770690681203</id><published>2006-01-01T00:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-01T00:48:26.943+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2006!</title><content type='html'>Happy new year all!! =))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14696240-113604770690681203?l=farishino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farishino.blogspot.com/feeds/113604770690681203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14696240&amp;postID=113604770690681203' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14696240/posts/default/113604770690681203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14696240/posts/default/113604770690681203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farishino.blogspot.com/2006/01/2006.html' title='2006!'/><author><name>Farish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16492222873297776492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14696240.post-113568596217078061</id><published>2005-12-27T20:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-27T20:19:22.183+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Obituaries</title><content type='html'>My hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28th August 2005-26th December 2005.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dearly missed by owner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ruddy PSL camp&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14696240-113568596217078061?l=farishino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farishino.blogspot.com/feeds/113568596217078061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14696240&amp;postID=113568596217078061' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14696240/posts/default/113568596217078061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14696240/posts/default/113568596217078061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farishino.blogspot.com/2005/12/obituaries.html' title='Obituaries'/><author><name>Farish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16492222873297776492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14696240.post-113552194291313107</id><published>2005-12-25T22:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-26T00:07:40.816+08:00</updated><title type='text'>TAGGIE!!</title><content type='html'>Post 5 weird/random stuff about yourself. &lt;s&gt;At the end, list the names of 5 people who you want next to do this and leave a comment "YOU ARE TAGGED" on their blogs, and tell them to read your blog for rules!&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/s&gt; (took a leaf out of fads' book heh)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Injury prone. I have 2 scars on my face. The first one was obtained when I was 5, &lt;s&gt;voldemort tried to kill me but his spell backfired&lt;/s&gt;, when I knocked into the edge of a dustbin. Result, deep cut and scar just under my bottom lip.&lt;br /&gt;Second scar obtained when I was in P5. Tried to climb back up a water slide from the bottom, slipped, fell onto my jaw on which one of my tooth drilled itself into my upper lip. Result, a deep cut and part of my flesh dangling. Stitched up and scar remains. The third scar, this time on my right knee, obtained this year when I slipped on my way to the water cooler and knee knocked full force into the edge of the cooler. Result, deep cut and flesh bobbing out. Stiched, scar remains. A lot more scars that I won't bother explaining. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, at least no one stares at them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I almost drowned during my trial to take up swimming as my CCA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. My birth mark, which I call the Dark Mark, is found on my left wrist. It used to be prominent against my skin but as years passed and with the help of a lot of sunlight, it now seems as if my whole body's my birth mark. First one in the family to undergo such a drastic colour change. Mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. I started reading Harry Potter in July this year. Which explains my ever-present obsession with anything wizardy. And the fetish for anything British.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Have never broken a bone before =)) Only got a slight fracture last year when John Mok Shao Rong's throw flew straight to my nose. Looks like Snape's now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There you go Dian. =))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14696240-113552194291313107?l=farishino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farishino.blogspot.com/feeds/113552194291313107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14696240&amp;postID=113552194291313107' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14696240/posts/default/113552194291313107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14696240/posts/default/113552194291313107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farishino.blogspot.com/2005/12/taggie.html' title='TAGGIE!!'/><author><name>Farish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16492222873297776492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14696240.post-113475189556717906</id><published>2005-12-17T00:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-17T01:31:54.620+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nummer Zwei</title><content type='html'>Oh he lies, he cheats, and yes he steals (only kidding)&lt;br /&gt;But do you think he'd actually reveal?&lt;br /&gt;He says it's not his, but don't forget&lt;br /&gt;He'd only state otherwise in the thread&lt;br /&gt;Don't be fooled, everything written here is true&lt;br /&gt;Here's the second part of the clue&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14696240-113475189556717906?l=farishino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farishino.blogspot.com/feeds/113475189556717906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14696240&amp;postID=113475189556717906' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14696240/posts/default/113475189556717906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14696240/posts/default/113475189556717906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farishino.blogspot.com/2005/12/nummer-zwei.html' title='Nummer Zwei'/><author><name>Farish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16492222873297776492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14696240.post-113474893000795954</id><published>2005-12-16T23:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-17T00:02:10.023+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tribute</title><content type='html'>As a tribute to the softball B team '05, I'd like to link back to the site where we had every bit of fun creating videos, with ingenius themes and storylines (directed by me of course =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to the actors who played a huge role in these videos&lt;br /&gt;keefe tan (main star)&lt;br /&gt;wong shou yee (porn star)&lt;br /&gt;alvin kumarga&lt;br /&gt;mark tang&lt;br /&gt;daniel yip&lt;br /&gt;farhan harahap bin amrun&lt;br /&gt;kuang hao&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and everyone else not listed here, thank you for the memories we've had this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://raffles05.freespaces.com"&gt;http://raffles05.freespaces.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*for the R21 section, the first password is keefetan, and the second one is sicksoftball.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cheerio! =))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14696240-113474893000795954?l=farishino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farishino.blogspot.com/feeds/113474893000795954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14696240&amp;postID=113474893000795954' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14696240/posts/default/113474893000795954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14696240/posts/default/113474893000795954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farishino.blogspot.com/2005/12/tribute.html' title='Tribute'/><author><name>Farish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16492222873297776492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14696240.post-113474810292829730</id><published>2005-12-16T23:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-16T23:48:22.950+08:00</updated><title type='text'>james, james</title><content type='html'>hahaha i loved this blog post from james:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"scared-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was going home after the softball gathering before the malaysia trip. i was walking under my HDB block when i noticed 2 big groups of teenage guys and girls, mixed together wearing punkish clothing. one of them was smoking and staring at me, and start following me. i immediately went into red alert mode and decided to duck past some walls in my void deck instead of walking through a clear walkpath.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*duck duck duck* looked behind and saw shadows still tailing me. wah hurry up press lift.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the guy walked past the wall towards me.. still looking at me. i was ready to kick him and run away as fast as i can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he looked at me, and stopped. the lift door opened. i walked in and pressed 10.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he walked away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank god."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha good one!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14696240-113474810292829730?l=farishino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farishino.blogspot.com/feeds/113474810292829730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14696240&amp;postID=113474810292829730' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14696240/posts/default/113474810292829730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14696240/posts/default/113474810292829730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farishino.blogspot.com/2005/12/james-james.html' title='james, james'/><author><name>Farish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16492222873297776492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14696240.post-113473646188803070</id><published>2005-12-16T20:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-16T20:35:25.873+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just for laughs</title><content type='html'>Got this off a Friendster bulletin:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An overseas newspaper ran a competition asking for a rhyme with the most romantic first line ... but the least romantic second line. Here are some of the entries they received:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I thought that I could love no other&lt;br /&gt;Until, that is, I met your brother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Roses are red, violets are blue,&lt;br /&gt;Sugar is sweet, and so are you.&lt;br /&gt;But the roses are wilting, the violets are dead,&lt;br /&gt;The sugar bowl's empty and so is your head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Of loving beauty you float with grace&lt;br /&gt;If only you could hide your face&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Kind, intelligent, loving and hot;&lt;br /&gt;This describes everything you are not&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. I want to feel your sweet embrace&lt;br /&gt;But don't take that paper bag off of your face&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. I love your smile, your face, and your eyes -&lt;br /&gt;Damn, I'm good at telling lies!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. My darling, my lover, my beautiful wife:&lt;br /&gt;Marrying you screwed up my life&lt;br /&gt;I see your face when I am dreaming.&lt;br /&gt;That's why I always wake up screaming&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. My love, you take my breath away.&lt;br /&gt;What have you stepped on to smell this way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. My feelings for you no words can tell,&lt;br /&gt;Except for maybe "go to hell"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. What inspired this amorous rhyme?&lt;br /&gt;Two parts vodka, one part lime&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha.. If only I knew this earlier...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14696240-113473646188803070?l=farishino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farishino.blogspot.com/feeds/113473646188803070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14696240&amp;postID=113473646188803070' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14696240/posts/default/113473646188803070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14696240/posts/default/113473646188803070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farishino.blogspot.com/2005/12/just-for-laughs.html' title='Just for laughs'/><author><name>Farish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16492222873297776492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14696240.post-113471884260821746</id><published>2005-12-16T15:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-16T15:41:43.226+08:00</updated><title type='text'>UNO</title><content type='html'>during an UNO game with the 2 sisters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my hand consisted of 3 'Draw 4' and 7 'Draw 2' cards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wicked&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14696240-113471884260821746?l=farishino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farishino.blogspot.com/feeds/113471884260821746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14696240&amp;postID=113471884260821746' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14696240/posts/default/113471884260821746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14696240/posts/default/113471884260821746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farishino.blogspot.com/2005/12/uno.html' title='UNO'/><author><name>Farish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16492222873297776492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14696240.post-113466757303093244</id><published>2005-12-16T00:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-17T19:28:34.016+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wizards &amp; Muggles</title><content type='html'>in the muggle world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To work as a healer is waay better than to become an auror.&lt;br /&gt;You do NOT acheive near-immortality by killing people; you get hanged.&lt;br /&gt;You wouldnt want to add butter to your beer.&lt;br /&gt;You wouldnt want to have birds flying all over your head and dropping stuff during breakfast.&lt;br /&gt;You do NOT want to spend your life banging into walls just to get to the train station.&lt;br /&gt;You wouldnt want to talk to someone by spitting all over, thinking that he speaks Parseltongue too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in the wizard world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You do not want to be sweeping the floor with your broomstick.&lt;br /&gt;You wouldnt want to end up using your wand as firewood.&lt;br /&gt;You do not want to receive a red packet, as it's just not a hongbao.&lt;br /&gt;You wouldnt want to be put on a bat-bogey hex when you're having a runny (okay, flowy!) nose.&lt;br /&gt;You wouldnt wanna take a break under the Whomping Willow.&lt;br /&gt;You do not go around the village putting up "Lord Voldemort- wanted dead or alive. 1000 galleons prize money for anyone who found him. please contact ......" posters.&lt;br /&gt;You wouldn't want to have a giantess for a wife.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14696240-113466757303093244?l=farishino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farishino.blogspot.com/feeds/113466757303093244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14696240&amp;postID=113466757303093244' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14696240/posts/default/113466757303093244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14696240/posts/default/113466757303093244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farishino.blogspot.com/2005/12/wizards-muggles.html' title='Wizards &amp; Muggles'/><author><name>Farish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16492222873297776492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14696240.post-113464785184764718</id><published>2005-12-15T19:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-15T19:57:31.846+08:00</updated><title type='text'>yay</title><content type='html'>4-1 to us&lt;br /&gt;4-0 to Man Utd&lt;br /&gt;3 to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yay&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14696240-113464785184764718?l=farishino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farishino.blogspot.com/feeds/113464785184764718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14696240&amp;postID=113464785184764718' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14696240/posts/default/113464785184764718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14696240/posts/default/113464785184764718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farishino.blogspot.com/2005/12/yay.html' title='yay'/><author><name>Farish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16492222873297776492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14696240.post-113457220756148638</id><published>2005-12-14T22:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-17T01:35:46.976+08:00</updated><title type='text'>go figure</title><content type='html'>where secrets are kept you will find&lt;br /&gt;everything that goes through in his mind&lt;br /&gt;but it's not that easy, as soon you'll see&lt;br /&gt;this isn't his only one; the surname's the key.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14696240-113457220756148638?l=farishino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farishino.blogspot.com/feeds/113457220756148638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14696240&amp;postID=113457220756148638' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14696240/posts/default/113457220756148638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14696240/posts/default/113457220756148638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farishino.blogspot.com/2005/12/go-figure.html' title='go figure'/><author><name>Farish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16492222873297776492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14696240.post-113415520337198965</id><published>2005-12-10T03:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-10T23:13:45.813+08:00</updated><title type='text'>salute to the moon</title><content type='html'>It started with the D&lt;br /&gt;Who used to live so close to me&lt;br /&gt;Who was she, I didnt know back then&lt;br /&gt;But then friendster came along,&lt;br /&gt;And we became such good friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;H came not too long after&lt;br /&gt;Laughters from the very beginning,&lt;br /&gt;They never seemed to end&lt;br /&gt;What to do, she was number 2&lt;br /&gt;She became my very own zwilling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last but not least, the F I met&lt;br /&gt;She found my pics amusing,&lt;br /&gt;Even taught me how to awaken the dead&lt;br /&gt;Boredom kept us going as you may see,&lt;br /&gt;The final jigsaw of Terrific Three&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To the three of you,&lt;br /&gt;Never have I found such a cluster,&lt;br /&gt;That bonds much closer than a nail to its finger&lt;br /&gt;The moon you symbolise, forever as one&lt;br /&gt;Salute to the Moon! My poem is done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3 you guys&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14696240-113415520337198965?l=farishino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farishino.blogspot.com/feeds/113415520337198965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14696240&amp;postID=113415520337198965' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14696240/posts/default/113415520337198965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14696240/posts/default/113415520337198965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farishino.blogspot.com/2005/12/salute-to-moon.html' title='salute to the moon'/><author><name>Farish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16492222873297776492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14696240.post-113197915031852953</id><published>2005-12-03T21:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-10T02:20:56.723+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 1- Day 5: The Goblet of Fire</title><content type='html'>This is indeed a very,very outdated post, 2 weeks ago in fact. Don't mind though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sunday, 13th November.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All have already been planned. Now, looking at the countdown timer on my desktop which showed only 4 days more to the Goblet of Fire premiere, we need the ingredients of what would be one of the best weeks of my life. Okay so I admit. I am abit late on the Harry Potter craze, forgive me for that. I don't regret it though, I think the timing of me entering the Harry Potter world was just nice, and I believe I've still got most of the story still fresh in my head. Alright, back to now. So I made another one of my very rare trips to the supermarkets at Century Square and Tampines Mall to get everything else we need. As of now, we're still short of:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pumpkins&lt;br /&gt;Molasses&lt;br /&gt;Butterscotch syrup&lt;br /&gt;Unsweetened chocolate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So off I went hunting for these food items to be used during our overnight stay at Syafiq's the day prior to the movie premiere. Unsweetened chocolate spotted first at the 'baking needs' section in TM's NTUC fairprice. Had no clue as to what molasses is or where it can be found; the assistants around the supermarket just got petrified when asked where the molasses were. So shrugs, no clue as to what it is and I decided to skip it in the mean time. 10 sickles ($7.14) on the choco bar, headed towards Century Square's Shop N Save. Butterscotch syrup ticked off the list here, 6 sickles and 8 knuts ($3.60) on that one. I could not find any pumpkins; decided to take a walk around Metro and Isetan and have a look at the ties there. Were a couple of decent ones which would have matched Gryffindor and Ravenclaw. 12 noon, left the mall and headed home. Researched on molasses for some help. Turns out to be raw cane sugar. Referred to the online catalogues to see if any store in Singapore sold molasses. NTUC was the only one surprisingly, so tomorrow's trip is pretty much planned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Monday, 14th November.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Birthday wishes to Mum and Syafiq's dad!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After PSL meeting I headed back to Tampines, together with Anwaar and Syafiq. The remainders in our food list and the ties are what we're after, so off Tampines Mall and Century Square! Molasses! Finally! Cross that one off, went on to browse the ties. Selected a couple of ties, red matching Gryffindor and blue matching Ravenclaw. Bought a couple of pumpkins off Shop N Save afterwards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Progress of robes going very well. The fabric has been cut and we're starting the sewing tomorrow. Looking good so far(ish)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tuesday, 15th November.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The robes are coming in very nicely now, grandma worked overnight! I soo need to give her a huge kiss and a hug! Like, thank you so much!! Anyway, we're doing the patching of the patches (lol) and adding the buttons on as the final touchups to the robes later in the evening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing very Harry Potter happening today. We've got the ingredients, I've got my stick for the wand, robes are in good progress so yeah, take it like a day off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tata&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wednesday, 16th November.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The robes looked brilliant, very well done I must say! Salute Mdm Malkins aka grandma! &lt;33&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6478/1120/320/P1010112.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;What do you think? Nice eh?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We're overnighting today. Faris Anwaar and me at Syafiq's. Lots to do.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Anwaar and I decided to get a bit of a head start before the overnight itself, so we went to Syafiq's place at around 1, to start on the Treacle Fudge, which was (according to the recipe) the most complicated of the 3 we're doing today. Our main issue was the molasses, as we were unsure whether it needed to be in the powder form that we have, or the liquid one. So a bit of experimenting here and there, decided to make do with what we had and voila! our final product:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6478/1120/320/P1010104.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Not that bad at all, except for it being a little too soft. We made 2 of them; into the freezer they go. Taste-wise it was okay for a snack although not necessarily so for lunch (I made it mine that day; very bad mistake. You soo do NOT want to be eating cane sugar for lunch). So the other 2 are off to training, I, having returned from training will proceed home and prepare for the night later.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;**&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Overnight started at ard 9.30 pm. Went straight to work on Butterbeer and pumpkin juice. To our very much disappointment, they didnt taste THAT great actually. Butterbeer was more like SkeleGro, and pumpkin juice was alright, just that we weren't that used to the taste of pumpkin. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thursday, 17th November.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We officially started the movie marathon at 12 midnight, while having bites on regular, muggle, non-wizarding foods. The treacle fudge was alright, pumpkin juice was okay, butterbeer (yuck). These were just left unconsumed by the side of the bed, while we were munching on potato chips.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;If only we had started earlier! By the time we were watching the second movie, faris was fast asleep, anwaar in his awake-and-asleep mode, and me, semi-sleep. I didnt stay awake long enough to watch through to the end of Chamber of Secrets; the movie marathon ended at around 4. Back to sleep, awake for subuh, back to sleep again.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We left Syafiq's place at 11.15; 2 of us in our Hogwarts uniform, robes in arm. =) We reached Somerset at exactly 11.55, so we were just in time for the movie. Met up with Dian and Has over at Cineleisure, and then entered for the the movie we were so desperately waiting for- THE GOBLET OF FIRE. This is IT!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;**&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The movie was such a thrilling adventure itself! From start to finish, it didn't fail to keep us glued to the screens; such was the excitement that we feel like one of them ourselves, as if we were the ones being taught Defence Against the Dark Arts or being chased by a dragon. And such was the emotional factor, that your heart jumps for joy when Harry finally defeats his dragon, and you cry when the shock that Cedric Diggory got murdered crept into your nerves. Despite its cuts, I (and I'm sure the others too) personally enjoyed the movie overall. 5 stars from me, I definitely wanna watch it again.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And so it ends here, all the preparations for this amazing day, it was all worth it. Enjoyed myself thoroughly. The most Harry Potterised week of my life, what would I give to have it all over again  =))&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14696240-113197915031852953?l=farishino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farishino.blogspot.com/feeds/113197915031852953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14696240&amp;postID=113197915031852953' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14696240/posts/default/113197915031852953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14696240/posts/default/113197915031852953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farishino.blogspot.com/2005/12/day-1-day-5-goblet-of-fire.html' title='Day 1- Day 5: The Goblet of Fire'/><author><name>Farish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16492222873297776492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14696240.post-113112152226415639</id><published>2005-11-05T00:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-05T00:25:22.293+08:00</updated><title type='text'>yay</title><content type='html'>yay I got a diary as birthday present from 3C! I'm gonna turn it into something like Tom Riddle's! Woohoo!! hearts slytherin =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Selamat Hari Raya!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14696240-113112152226415639?l=farishino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farishino.blogspot.com/feeds/113112152226415639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14696240&amp;postID=113112152226415639' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14696240/posts/default/113112152226415639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14696240/posts/default/113112152226415639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farishino.blogspot.com/2005/11/yay.html' title='yay'/><author><name>Farish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16492222873297776492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14696240.post-113084773687772489</id><published>2005-11-01T19:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-02T21:58:03.966+08:00</updated><title type='text'>LIKE OMG OMG!!</title><content type='html'>So I was waiting and waiting, for it was the first time I ever went to the extent of doing something like this. There were doubts as to when it would finally arrive, or would it even arrive in time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Perhaps they would come someday and deliver it straight to my house, the package safely secured throughout its journey from Canada to this little country."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Or maybe, they delivered it straight to the mailbox, yeah that could be a possibility, it would fit in nicely and yet convenient for all of us"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"OR, (according to mom) they could have dropped a letter in the mail, then ask us to retrieve it from the post office."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those were the thoughts that passed, day after day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG OMG!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dier datang.. jengjengjeng!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It DID come by mail, and the brown package, straight from Canada, sitting in the mail box all these days.. WOOHOO!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moi Hogwarts Crests!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6478/1120/1600/P1010154.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6478/1120/320/P1010154.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6478/1120/1600/P1010074.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6478/1120/320/P1010074.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6478/1120/1600/P1010163.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6478/1120/320/P1010163.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6478/1120/1600/P1010064.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6478/1120/320/P1010064.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14696240-113084773687772489?l=farishino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farishino.blogspot.com/feeds/113084773687772489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14696240&amp;postID=113084773687772489' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14696240/posts/default/113084773687772489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14696240/posts/default/113084773687772489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farishino.blogspot.com/2005/11/like-omg-omg.html' title='LIKE OMG OMG!!'/><author><name>Farish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16492222873297776492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14696240.post-113077609732465190</id><published>2005-10-31T21:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-01T01:50:22.523+08:00</updated><title type='text'>call on me</title><content type='html'>23rd October. One of those dreaded trips to Geylang. But look look! Met Rajab at 2nd Chance. hoho! Good ol Rajab. Another Hari Raya outing this year? Can't wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And just when everything seems to be ever so boring, losing hope that something interesting might happen (I apparate somewhere else unintentionally, or an owl flies over my head and drops me a Hogwarts letter), life throws something unexpected at you. This time, in the form of SNH, really blew my mind off. An early birthday treat? So suddenly, Geylang seemed so wonderful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Interesting quote I came across. "The ones who care a lot for others are you usually the ones who lack and need being cared of themselves". Quite true indeed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;skip past the birthdays and so on. and oh yeah, thanks to all these people for their birthday wishes and those not listed, thank you all the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sitiraudha, lucas, syafiq, haslina, humairah, marcus, aaron, alwyn, adly, kaibin, weehao, class of 3C, leonard, anandraj, dian, anwaar and taufiq azim and so on. =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31st october. we need some halloween. next year, anyone?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14696240-113077609732465190?l=farishino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farishino.blogspot.com/feeds/113077609732465190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14696240&amp;postID=113077609732465190' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14696240/posts/default/113077609732465190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14696240/posts/default/113077609732465190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farishino.blogspot.com/2005/10/call-on-me.html' title='call on me'/><author><name>Farish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16492222873297776492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14696240.post-112929490091083297</id><published>2005-10-14T20:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-14T21:04:11.526+08:00</updated><title type='text'>haiz..</title><content type='html'>Damn, I love today's weather. Super windy; temperature's great. I walked around Tampines for some 1/2 and hour without breaking a sweat! Wish every day was like today. Oh and we had CTs too; Ancient Runes and Muggle Studies. 2 down, 6 to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and here's my daily dosage of PLT..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(During morning assembly, when Mr Andrew Lim walked past him)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pay Leon Thye: "Wah, imagine if he have to do mouth-to-mouth resuscitation! I bet his face will turn red ah! The atmospheric pressure difference.."&lt;br /&gt;**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Class had to rearrange our seating arrangements; Leon Thye found out he had to sit beside Zishun)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pay Leon Thye: "Oh shit! Look who's on my left ah! Shit, I'm gonna get SARS.."&lt;br /&gt;**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Before the test started, while everyone was stretching their hands in preparation for some essay-writing)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pay Leon Thye: *Stretches full arm*&lt;br /&gt;**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha alright I'm out&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14696240-112929490091083297?l=farishino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farishino.blogspot.com/feeds/112929490091083297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14696240&amp;postID=112929490091083297' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14696240/posts/default/112929490091083297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14696240/posts/default/112929490091083297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farishino.blogspot.com/2005/10/haiz.html' title='haiz..'/><author><name>Farish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16492222873297776492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14696240.post-112919825872071078</id><published>2005-10-13T17:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-13T18:14:52.576+08:00</updated><title type='text'>PAY LEON THYE!!</title><content type='html'>(As we were discussing about the Batch Mass Swim)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pay Leon Thye: "Wah! I think if I have forgotten how to swim already.. Dunno how long haven't swim.. I think I'll sink ah"&lt;br /&gt;**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Tries to imitate Mr. Andrew Lim (Hanseng) during start of Term 1)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pay Leon Thye (imitating Mr Lim's voice): "Hey guys, did any of you watch the Liverpool-AC Milan Champions League Final?&lt;br /&gt;I am a Liverpool fan, but at halftime when they were losing by 3 goals I went back to sleep..&lt;br /&gt;Then when I woke up, I got a shock cos Liverpool won..&lt;br /&gt;... I believe that the Semester 1 is like the first half, and you all can make a COMEBACKs in Semester Teu.."&lt;br /&gt;**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(During History)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pay Leon Thye: "How will you know if the question asks you to infer the purpose?"&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mrs Matthews: "Alright so the purpose of the source is to .... since Mao is the ruler..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pay Leon Thye: "Then who's the set square?"&lt;br /&gt;**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(After being whacked in the stomach by a tennis ball thrown by Bongster)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pay Leon Thye: "WAH! This is worse than stomach flu man! (refers to me)"&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;Pay Leon Thye: "Lucky I didn't go down to have lunch, if not I would have vomited.."&lt;br /&gt;**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marcus: "Eh Leon Thye, which EPL team do you support?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pay Leon Thye: "I used to support Man U, but they so lousy ah"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marcus: "You're not a true fan.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pay Leon Thye: "I'm a true Inter Milan fan!"&lt;br /&gt;**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA!! I believe there are still more but can't recall as of now. Man, I should sit with Leon Thye more often..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14696240-112919825872071078?l=farishino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farishino.blogspot.com/feeds/112919825872071078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14696240&amp;postID=112919825872071078' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14696240/posts/default/112919825872071078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14696240/posts/default/112919825872071078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farishino.blogspot.com/2005/10/pay-leon-thye.html' title='PAY LEON THYE!!'/><author><name>Farish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16492222873297776492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14696240.post-112909058255871624</id><published>2005-10-12T11:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-12T15:07:58.776+08:00</updated><title type='text'>seer</title><content type='html'>Is it just me, or is everything that happened these few days nothing but a coincidence? Here I am at home, sitting in front of my desk, still dreading from the horrid experience of a stomach flu attack this morning; while the others are in still in school, having finished their recesses and awaiting for lessons to resume. Now I know it is a huge risk for me to be in front of my computer given the state of things currently, and the last thing I want is to throw up on my keyboard. There are just some things which I have to record here and these are simply what I find fascinating, and for others, lame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is it that of all the advertisements, ones featuring antacids happen to appear the most, everytime I try to watch the MLB top-plays videoclips? And why is it that for the past 2 days, I have been suffering from what was undeniably a heartburn-like sensation? And guess what the doctor prescribed me after I was diagnosed with stomach flu? Antacids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marcus was absent yesterday due to a sprained neck; Aaron was also injured and missing school, which leaves me as the only one who remained un-ill as of yesterday. So I was kidding (more like predicting the future) with Aaron that I was gonna or should get sick one of these days. And oh boy, I sure did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I saw like so many "24"s in the polyclinic too.. There was like a '2437' and a '2447' and '2405' and '2244' and '1024' and so on. '37' and '47' were answers to a question in the maths paper I was doing in the train earlier, and '05', well, this year is 2005. Call me super lame, but I do find this coincidence thingi interesting. Mind, I think I do make quite a number of accurate predictions at times, though I wouldn't try it on TOTO (as if I could). Either I may have the Inner Eye (o.O?) which turns on and off like randomly, OR I could have taken an overdosage of Felix Felicis yesterday. Either way, a bit of luck does help you know.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14696240-112909058255871624?l=farishino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farishino.blogspot.com/feeds/112909058255871624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14696240&amp;postID=112909058255871624' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14696240/posts/default/112909058255871624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14696240/posts/default/112909058255871624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farishino.blogspot.com/2005/10/seer.html' title='seer'/><author><name>Farish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16492222873297776492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14696240.post-112834159718531964</id><published>2005-10-03T19:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-03T20:13:17.196+08:00</updated><title type='text'>harry potter</title><content type='html'>I finally did it. It wasn't as hard as I thought. And it went much smoothly, and it happened all so quickly I'd do it all over again. The moment it revealed itself, I knew there was no turning back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Harry Potter. 6 books. 10 weeks. I'm a freak. It was a decision like no other. I have never read so much in such a long time before. Over 1500 pages read, every one of it kept me glued to the story that kept unfolding and the mysteries behind it. I finally read Harry Potter and I do not regret it. For once I felt that something I did was worth the time I spent on it. Oh yeah. I loved every bit of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do not blame me if I keep irritating you about Harry Potter. I had ignored the calls for me to pick the book up in the years before and I realised how much I've missed. Harry Potter- Born in 1990 as well, no wonder I can relate so well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to Aaron, Marcus, Syafiq, Vinod and all other Potter freaks who made me interested in the book; you guys do not know how much this means to me. A salute to J.K. Rowling! A writer like no other, Harry Potter is indeed an ingenious creation! =))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14696240-112834159718531964?l=farishino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farishino.blogspot.com/feeds/112834159718531964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14696240&amp;postID=112834159718531964' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14696240/posts/default/112834159718531964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14696240/posts/default/112834159718531964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farishino.blogspot.com/2005/10/harry-potter.html' title='harry potter'/><author><name>Farish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16492222873297776492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14696240.post-112624701530838175</id><published>2005-09-04T04:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-09T14:23:35.310+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Woot!</title><content type='html'>Hahahahaha!! Played runescape from 11pm all the way to now? Which is what? 4am in the morn? Wahahaha!! Good Morning! I think 12 hours of sleep is too much (weird). 12 hours= 3 nights of sleep. So I slept 3 nights in 1 one night just now (or yesternight rather). And now I'm darn awake. We're leaving for Malaysia later! Whee! That means that I won't be in Singapore on Monday, which means that I won't be submitting my Malay Homework! =))) Okay, I think I'll get a couple hours of sleep now before we leave. Bon Voyage!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14696240-112624701530838175?l=farishino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farishino.blogspot.com/feeds/112624701530838175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14696240&amp;postID=112624701530838175' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14696240/posts/default/112624701530838175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14696240/posts/default/112624701530838175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farishino.blogspot.com/2005/09/woot.html' title='Woot!'/><author><name>Farish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16492222873297776492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14696240.post-112624672629404570</id><published>2005-09-03T21:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-09T14:19:18.330+08:00</updated><title type='text'>relief!</title><content type='html'>I woke up again today at 2pm, totalling some 12 hours of sleep! Haha! The pain from the wounds did die down, and the finger isn't hurting as much. My backbone, however, was the source of pain throughout the day. Think I slept in quite an awkward position. -shrugs-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st Day of Sept Hols! Don't wanna think about homework for now; been playing runescape all day! Sudden re-interest in the game which I've been playing since what, mid-P5? And I'm still noob. =( Hahaha I got cheated or scammed, or whatever you call it, today! =(( But it was fun though! =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing much happened, besides chatting with friends for hours. Didn't go training today, I'd be joking if I said I did. Can I forget about homework for now? Damn, I love free time. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14696240-112624672629404570?l=farishino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farishino.blogspot.com/feeds/112624672629404570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14696240&amp;postID=112624672629404570' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14696240/posts/default/112624672629404570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14696240/posts/default/112624672629404570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farishino.blogspot.com/2005/09/relief.html' title='relief!'/><author><name>Farish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16492222873297776492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14696240.post-112573020740246130</id><published>2005-09-03T04:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-08T23:46:23.413+08:00</updated><title type='text'>DARN</title><content type='html'>Here's a quickie before I go back to bed. (mind my language though)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I slept at around 10. I was trying to sleep through the pain. I succeeded initially. Come 1.30 am, I woke up. The pain just jolted through me. It hurt like shit! Darn bloody painful! The finger was the worst. Can't describe how painful it was, it was beyond pain I guess. I thought ice might do the job, so in the middle of the night, went down and got a cup of ice-water, then plunged my finger in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BIG MISTAKE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It got freaking worse, it hurt more than ever now. And even if I did manage to kill off the pain in the finger, the wounds would hurt too. So it went on. Me lying in bed, hurting all over. Torture. There lying desperately trying to do anything to rid the pain when it struck me- painkillers. YES! Painkillers, the ones I got for my knee a couple of months ago. And so I hurried down, popped a couple of the pills in. Since I was going to be awake for a bit, so to the com it was! And Clocks! Oh yes it was THE formula! Always turn to Coldplay to calm the mind and body. =) Slowly, the pain drifted away. It worked! BRAVO!! =)))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I played runescape till now. Pain is almost gone now, off to bed I am! Good night! Or morning rather. Hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toodles! =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14696240-112573020740246130?l=farishino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farishino.blogspot.com/feeds/112573020740246130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14696240&amp;postID=112573020740246130' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14696240/posts/default/112573020740246130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14696240/posts/default/112573020740246130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farishino.blogspot.com/2005/09/darn.html' title='DARN'/><author><name>Farish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16492222873297776492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14696240.post-112566947790165342</id><published>2005-09-02T21:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-08T19:33:40.486+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I swear I never meant for this</title><content type='html'>Friday! Finally! The last day of the term! With the one week break to look forward to, I gathered my remaining strength and energy to pull myself through this day. (dramatic?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As if someone had sped up time, Bio, Physics, Malay and Maths passed by ever so quickly and before we knew it, the academic term had ended. Didn't exactly end on a high, not much to celebrate with all the homework and stuff. Anyways, house carnival was held after school, and I decided to go for rugby. Went straight to the RJ field with the rest after prayers. We had no jerseys these year, so everyone was wearing their house shirts instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hullett had almost no chance of getting a high rank, not to mention win any games. First match, vs Moor. Practically the whole team were ruggers. -.-' Lost, only just, 1-2. End of first match- i think i scraped my skin like all over? The field was like ooh so sandy? And I fell like in darn awkward positions? So there were like scratches here and there? And it was only the first match? 3 more games to go. I wonder if I'd still have any skin left. (Imagine if u scraped the skin in THAT area? O-U-C-H)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Defeat and yet another defeat at the hands of Buckley and Bayley. But we were improving, and finally.. we beat Morrison! WOOT!! Our team was damn good! I love playing Morrison! Whee! Well done guys! I scored 3 tries in total the whole day! Hullett got 4th!! Better than last! YAY!!! =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was lucky to have enough skin left after everything. There was a drizzle, and I was muddy. So Aaron, Noel, Khairul, Fung Shing and me decided to go to the swimming pool toilets to go shower (even though we did not have towels; Aaron suggested using the tissues). Oh yes and I found some 7 Mizuno 20% vouchers! Wooohoo!! =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My shirt was muddy. And I took it off immediately after the last match. There was no way I was going to wear that shirt again and walk all the way to the swimming pool. So I decided to go topless. o.O I had no intentions of doing that but then again, what other options did I have? Wear my uniform?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we showered (and use tissue to dry ourselves yes) then we went back to school. Gosh I never had so many cuts all at once before. This was even worse than the softball finals. 4 on my arms, 3 on my knees. And my little finger on my left hand got stubbed. Internal bleeding underneath the nail itself. There was so much blood lah please. I was darn injured.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went back to RJ to meet Syafiq, then walked back to school again to get treatment for my wounds, which was only of antiseptic. Went up to the Malay room to slack off. Left school with Anwaar, Syafiq, Haris and Arif, by when my wounds were hurting like mad. The finger hurt the most; felt like it was better to cut it off rather than bear the pain. I did not, unfortunately. We decided to go get some ice-cream first before we headed home; the thought almost completely swept the pain away. The painkilling effects did not last, however. It was hurting again all the way home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Came home, helped myself to some chicken rice which again, did put my mind off the pain a bit. Oh yes and my Farah borrowed Harry Potter &amp; The Goblet of Fire for me! =)) How nice. Battered and tired, there isn't any reason for me to not go sleep today, so it's lights off now. Tata.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14696240-112566947790165342?l=farishino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farishino.blogspot.com/feeds/112566947790165342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14696240&amp;postID=112566947790165342' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14696240/posts/default/112566947790165342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14696240/posts/default/112566947790165342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farishino.blogspot.com/2005/09/i-swear-i-never-meant-for-this.html' title='I swear I never meant for this'/><author><name>Farish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16492222873297776492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14696240.post-112573017259046481</id><published>2005-09-01T14:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-03T19:28:21.186+08:00</updated><title type='text'>they move right through you</title><content type='html'>Thursday! No school today! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay I woke up late today!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh the shirt lucas bought for me is nice! Red! Cool red!! Never had that many red shirts before. Thanks Lucas! I take back what I said about ya. Haha =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, we replenished the chocolate again! Yay! Kit Kat and Ferrero Rocher and Kinder Bueno!! =)) Will buy Cadbury next time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn, I love free time. Just letting time pass by, no stress, no fuss. =) Have been stoning in front of the com since late morn. Tomorrow is the last day of school for Term 3! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh dear! Homework.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Completely slipped of my mind. Bleargh I'm lazy for it. I need a miracle.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14696240-112573017259046481?l=farishino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farishino.blogspot.com/feeds/112573017259046481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14696240&amp;postID=112573017259046481' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14696240/posts/default/112573017259046481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14696240/posts/default/112573017259046481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farishino.blogspot.com/2005/09/they-move-right-through-you.html' title='they move right through you'/><author><name>Farish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16492222873297776492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14696240.post-112550018621879376</id><published>2005-08-31T22:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-03T18:41:08.973+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Teacher's Day! =)</title><content type='html'>Wednesday promised something much better than the last 2 days. Teacher's Day celebrations today, so no lessons. The celebrations started at 8.40. We were seated in the hall, awaiting for what was to be undoubtedly one of the best, if not the best, Teacher's Day celebrations we ever had. They made it Grammy-style. Kaiyang was the host, and they had some sort of 'live' red carpet thingi whereby the teachers were the celebs. Very interesting really. Watched a video, then there was this Star Wars skit by the prefects. Anwaar wore my cloak. It was okay till the part when he had white powder all over it. (Hmpf!) But nonetheless it was a great performance, very creative. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finished school, and I rushed to the MRT. See, we were having CIP at 1. Sch ended at 10.30. I need and want to go back to my primary school. Minus the time taken for the MRT rides back and forth, I had some 30 minutes which I'd use to meet up with my old friends and teachers. It was great seeing them again. We've all changed so much! Haha =) I would have given up anything to have another hour with them, but unfortunately I can't. =( So at 12.10, after the goodbyes and 'see-you-again's, rushed back to Tampines MRT and back to school. Met Hanson at Bishan and since we were late, ran all the way to school where the others were ready to leave school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we went to the Centre and got to meet our buddies who were the visually handicapped. Vinod and I got Badrulhisham, who had partial disability. After the intros, we headed for the Zoo. Spent some 4 hours there. The whole CIP really made me realise how fortunate we are to be able to 'see' and experience the beauty of the world, the wonders of God. Was a touching experience for me, and this whole trip was a memorable one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went home later, finished up Prisoner of Azkaban. Harry Potter rawks! Haha after 1 month (3 books) of getting myself into the Harry Potter fever, I must say that Hogwarts is really an ingenius creation. The thing about Harry Potter is that they make use of perceptions, where there are so many possibilities and a lot of unexpected things happen. You'll never know what happens next, and it's this thing which makes us glued to the book. And J.K Rowling puts the whole story in a way that the pieces fit in very nicely, as if the incidents had really happened before. Harry Potter makes the real life, the life we are living in, a pure bore. Imagine if you get knocked out when a dementor comes close to you, then you wake up and you get chocolates! OR, flying around on a broomstick! OR getting to eat as much as you want for free! OR doing magic and stuff, transfiguration and all that! OR get to meet Hermoine! Hahahaha!! =) I so want to go Hogwarts!!! &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watched Prisoner of Azkaban the movie later. Haha Syafiq and I were like testimonial-ing each other as if we were on MSN. hahaha =) Alright am off to bed now, shall write again tomorrow. Till then,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mischief Managed.&lt;br /&gt;Nox.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14696240-112550018621879376?l=farishino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farishino.blogspot.com/feeds/112550018621879376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14696240&amp;postID=112550018621879376' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14696240/posts/default/112550018621879376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14696240/posts/default/112550018621879376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farishino.blogspot.com/2005/08/teachers-day.html' title='Teacher&apos;s Day! =)'/><author><name>Farish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16492222873297776492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14696240.post-112541272348570553</id><published>2005-08-30T22:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-01T16:23:11.893+08:00</updated><title type='text'>not again</title><content type='html'>Tuesday! Wahahah tired tired tired! Haha I think I memorised the school timetable already! I haven't been referring to the timetable sheet since the start of the term. Cool! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was so looking forward to philo today. Unfortunately, Mr Lim came in and told us he was taking some 20 mins from Mr Au's period to conduct the Physics Quiz. =(( It was a can-do, but the last question was tricky and I got a step wrong. Sighs, at least I answered the rest so yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chem after that; went through Chem test. I should have scored more!!! PE afterwards did cheer me up a bit from all the test results. Recess, Maths, then Malay. Cikgu Salinah for some reason does not want to return us our results. Whatever lah she. What does she mean by "Awak ingat awak boleh dapat top?" WTH man! urgh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After school went to Malay room to read Harry Potter alone. Joined by the juniors later. The Malay room is very cosy, am amazed why I had never spent much time there before. Today we had inter-house soccer. Hullett got 3rd. No comments as I didn't play. Haha =) Went home with the usual- Syafiq Taufiq and Khairul. Saw 3 rg students at Bishan, the girl who took the same train as us in the morn, Azleen (did i get the name right?) and someone else whom I knew not. Khairul called and so we waited for him at City Hall. Then we met Has! Haha long time no see. She was on the way to Pasir Ris with one of hers. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later in the evening had a convo with someone lah. Were talking about my friendships? Am I cursed or what? Why did everything seem so wrong whenever we have another one of these convos? Not that it's her fault, but it's hard to accept. Who am I to blame? Who is at fault? Shan't elaborate on it; it was bad just on its own. No more, fullstop. Darn, I need coldplay again. C'mon, Clocks. Do your thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Out&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14696240-112541272348570553?l=farishino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farishino.blogspot.com/feeds/112541272348570553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14696240&amp;postID=112541272348570553' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14696240/posts/default/112541272348570553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14696240/posts/default/112541272348570553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farishino.blogspot.com/2005/08/not-again.html' title='not again'/><author><name>Farish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16492222873297776492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14696240.post-112532461819152324</id><published>2005-08-29T22:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-01T14:04:12.013+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Week 10</title><content type='html'>Here goes. The last week of Term 3. Not something much awaited for either. Week 10 meant tons of homework to be done by this Friday, or risk losing precious marks due to late submission.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to school today, hair shorter than ever. Mum said I looked like an ex-convict. I kind of hated it. Too short! =( Anyways, I had too long a bath in the morn and was running a little behind time. Managed to catch the train though, where I tried to put on my contacts. Left one went perfectly in. The right one though, was a little stubborn. Try after try, I only got it in at Aljunied, when almost everyone in the train were like looking at some idiot who tries to put on his contacts by looking at the reflection on the glass. Man, it wasn't a nice feeling, trust me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School started with CCA meeting. Talked about the bad habits of the team, and certain areas for improvement both on and off the pitch. Very sleepy. For English, we had debates. Physics after that, and we got back our physics results. 69% DARN. Missed A by so little. Careless =((&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As part of our CIP project, our class, together with 3H, were selling Bubble Tea to raise funds. Was a first for me, we managed to sell all of them despite taking an extra 10 mins off the next period which was SS. Photo-taking next, and I do not know how it'll turn out to be. I was, gladly, one of the taller ones so for the 3rd year in a row, I stood at the back. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chem practical after that, another titration experiment. Got back our results. Another B, okay I guess though I should have scored higher. Sighs. Went very sleepy during Maths later, slept through the last half-hour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Training after that, and I only wished I hadn't been so tired. Ended at 7, went home in Yamies' car along with Farhan. Was very tired and hungry when I reached home. Finished up the remainder of Aunt's beef stew. And the M&amp;M's!! The Star Wars version! Hahaha cool colours!! Took a bath which was revived me a little. Anugerah was lousy. 2 contestants sang Ada apa denganmu. YUCKS. One word explains it all. Peterpan must have been ashamed. Bad, very very bad singing. Not that I can sing any better but why, of all the songs, choose Peterpan's? They're pro lah please, don't even dream of singing like them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14696240-112532461819152324?l=farishino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farishino.blogspot.com/feeds/112532461819152324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14696240&amp;postID=112532461819152324' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14696240/posts/default/112532461819152324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14696240/posts/default/112532461819152324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farishino.blogspot.com/2005/08/week-10.html' title='Week 10'/><author><name>Farish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16492222873297776492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14696240.post-112524538285543472</id><published>2005-08-28T23:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-29T00:09:42.860+08:00</updated><title type='text'>another weekend- gone</title><content type='html'>Saturday Afternoon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Left home a little late. 12.30 in fact, and I'm still at my doorsteps. I had to reach school by 1.20 and the journey to school takes about 1 hour. Somehow I need to find a way to help me get to an MRT station other than the one at Tampines. Bus 31 or 67 to bedok maybe? So I rushed to the bus stop. 31 just left. Darn! What other buses could I take? 10 to Tanah Merah? And as if to answer my call, 10 came shortly after. I just could not believe my luck. Nonetheless I did not make it to Tanah Merah. Let alone any MRT station. I decided to take Daniel Yip's car instead. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dropped off at Simei and walked to Yip's house. Everyone was ready; we were waiting for Farhan to reach here as well. So we waited. And waited. He gave Daniel a call at 1 saying that he was reaching already. And so we left. Picked him up at 1.10. Usually journey by car to school takes 20 mins. Which means I'll be in school by 1.30. -.-" FARHAN!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and poor Daniel. I do not know how the heck he can survive with his mom. It's like no fun at all. We were waiting for Farhan right, then she told was like, "Daniel, you bring along something to read"&lt;br /&gt;Daniel: "Huh? Like what?"&lt;br /&gt;His mom: "Don't ask me what! Something useful to read."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh man, poor, poor Daniel. Sighs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, reached school at 1.30 -.-" Rushed to the Malay room to change; I forgot to bring my shin guards and cap, so that did save me some time while changing. Today was a crazy day. Made like 3 diving stops during warm-up batting. Whoa! Cool. Very fun. The effects of watching too much MLB top-plays. &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Darn, was soo tired but fortunately I had something to look forward to when I reached home. Food. Walked to the MRT station with Mark, Farhan, Kuang Hao and Brian. Mark and I went to Pappa Roti while the others ate at Food Junction. Damn, Mark, had you not reminded me of Pappa Roti I would have been starving in the train on the way home. Good one pal!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Came home, got more than what I'd expected. Bone steak for dinner! YUM!! =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess I was too tired then, so just dropped into bed and did not wake up till morn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am attending Madrasah for the first time in 2 weeks and I'm looking forward to get back my results. I did quite well except for Fiqh, the subject which I did not revise, because of me thinking that I would be taking a different paper on that day itself. The result slip was funny:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bahasa Arab : A&lt;br /&gt;Tafsir: A&lt;br /&gt;Tauhid: B&lt;br /&gt;Fiqh: E&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-.-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got 6th position overall, though it wouldn't hurt if I had at least a C for Fiqh. Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went for a haircut straight after Madrasah, then came home and just stoned in front of the comp. For some reason I simply cannot do homework during the weekends. I do not know why. Lazy? Or lack of self-discipline? shrugs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had Aunt's beef stew and O.C.K epok-epok (plus Tobasco sauce =)) for dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Without me realising it's already 10 plus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nvm, I'll be staying up to watch Whose Line Is It Anyway? later. I think I'm feeling fresh cos of yesternight's long sleep. Hahaha. Homework to be done at 3.30am? YOU BET!! =))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14696240-112524538285543472?l=farishino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farishino.blogspot.com/feeds/112524538285543472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14696240&amp;postID=112524538285543472' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14696240/posts/default/112524538285543472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14696240/posts/default/112524538285543472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farishino.blogspot.com/2005/08/another-weekend-gone.html' title='another weekend- gone'/><author><name>Farish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16492222873297776492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14696240.post-112511419985030059</id><published>2005-08-27T11:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-27T21:44:39.456+08:00</updated><title type='text'>yes or no?</title><content type='html'>Class photo taking on Monday. Should I go for a haircut? I soo do NOT want to screw up this year's class photo, the previous 2 years have been disastrous. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Training later, I'm still tired and I feel like skipping. &gt;.&lt; Should I? Or should I not?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and my mp3 is spoilt =(( And I think that my left ear can hear more clearly than my right! Freaky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, on a brighter note, Aunt Som Said gave us some chocolates!! Whee!! =))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14696240-112511419985030059?l=farishino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farishino.blogspot.com/feeds/112511419985030059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14696240&amp;postID=112511419985030059' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14696240/posts/default/112511419985030059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14696240/posts/default/112511419985030059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farishino.blogspot.com/2005/08/yes-or-no.html' title='yes or no?'/><author><name>Farish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16492222873297776492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14696240.post-112511103662303173</id><published>2005-08-26T22:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-27T21:53:17.176+08:00</updated><title type='text'>beat it</title><content type='html'>Friday! Last day of the week and I'm running super low on energy. On the brightside though, I had yesterday, for the first time since I don't know when, one of my most peaceful night's sleep.. Darn, I missed that so much!! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I wore the RI polo shirt for the first time. =) In the morn, saw Has' sister at Bishan MRT. They looked so alike! Haha. School started with Philo. Watched a movie, Live in Baghdad. Malay after that, we spent the the hour doing up our homework. Cikgu did not want to reveal the marks we got for the Test. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;History today, we finished up on China. Haha Mao Zedong. Or Tse-tung. or Zhi Tong. Wadeva. Maths later, yet another one lesson on boring Functions. And Mrs Ho have not marked our class' papers yet. While those from 3B got their marks. =((&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon after the prayers, went to the Library to discuss on the MCC Activity we were organising during the Sept Hols. Left with Faris, Taufiq Azim and Syafiq to meet up with Humairah for her present. Faris did not want to meet her, so he went off to walk around Orchard on his own while the other 3 of us went to Tangs. We wanted to surprise her so instead of entering through the main entrance where by all the perfume stalls are, we walked to the entrance beside Lucky Plaza then slowly and cautiously entered. Walked from one end to the other and could not find her. Was she hiding from us herself? Haha anyways she called Syafiq and told him that she already spotted us. Alright then we got the perfume she wanted, shall not reveal the price though. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We decided to walk around a bit, to Old Chang Kee and 7-11. Saw Nada outside Taka, but she did not notice me. Hahaha. Once we were satisfied, walked back to the MRT and called Faris to inform him that we were on the way to the station. We went down, Taufiq ran off to find Faris who was sleeping. Then suddenly Faris just ran into the Jurong East-Bound train and went off. ?!?!? Taufiq was laughing like crazy. What actually happened was that Taufiq had told Faris to run and hide from Syafiq and I, so that we would think that Faris had went home without us. Faris for some reason ran straight into the train going into the opposite direction and let off. HAHAHAHAHAHAHA lol lol lol!!! Faris later told us he THOUGHT Taufiq asked him to hide because Humairah was coming, thus he took the JurongEast train. lol. Blur kid. hahaha. Good fun though. =) Oh yes and we met Julius Caesar Bagus, Andrew and Samuel and another one of their Indon friends in the train.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay so I need sleep. Like totally. So I'm off now. Oh yes and Dian said HII!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14696240-112511103662303173?l=farishino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farishino.blogspot.com/feeds/112511103662303173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14696240&amp;postID=112511103662303173' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14696240/posts/default/112511103662303173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14696240/posts/default/112511103662303173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farishino.blogspot.com/2005/08/beat-it.html' title='beat it'/><author><name>Farish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16492222873297776492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14696240.post-112489813116178764</id><published>2005-08-25T23:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-27T11:43:57.123+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the final lap</title><content type='html'>Wednesday morn and Lucas is back. Hahaha. Anyways, today was a kind of a slack day, we had English, Malay then SS. Had RE presentation after that, we were first up. We did quite ok, Ms Regina bombarded us with questions but I guess we handled it well. =)) The other groups just died at Ms Regina's killer questions. She just threw question after question like there was no end. Hahaha. Watching the other group's presentations was such a bore. I got an SMS in the midst of a presentation, and it came from Aaron who was sitting beside me. Message read: ''CCB.'' -.-' A perfect example to illustrate how RE drove us insane..&lt;br /&gt;Went to the library after that and did a bit of Chem. The Sec 3 ruggers did not have training today, thus they had more time to mug Chem. No fair!! Nonetheless I managed to refresh my memory on the some of the Chem stuff we learnt a month ago. Yep yep. Training after that was alright, circuit day.&lt;br /&gt;Later Anwaar and I decided to go up to the Malay room and mug Chem together. I didn't do that much; I spent a lot of time changing out as well as resting, taking out my Chem notes and stuff. Decided to leave at 7.45. The hall was super dark by then! I guess we were like the last 2 guys in school, and it was quite scary. Haha, had a good laugh thinking of what would happen if we had to spend the night in school. Haha. Fortunately both the Hall doors and School gate were unlocked and we left school. Took train home alone; there was less people at this time. Remembered that it was Humairah's bdae the next day, so went to Tampines Mall to get her a card. I was thinking of getting her an ice-maker, but haha Syafiq, Taufiq Azim and I had already agreed on sharing the cost of another present she wanted.&lt;br /&gt;The first thing I did went I reached home was to ask Farah to make some coffee. I knew I could not concentrate during the late nights, and to try wake up at 3 like what I've done the past 3 days, it was just too big a risk. Resorted to caffeine then. And boy, I did not regret it one bit. Felt alive again! Chem all the way till 2. Woke up at 5 the next day feeling fresh as ever! =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday.&lt;br /&gt;Today is the test. Guess what. PE right before it. -.-' PE, right before Chem test?! Smart, smart, smart. Anyways the test was quite alright, should stand a decent chance of getting an A, hopefully. Then I'd be able to prove Mrs Yau wrong on what she'd said of me a few days ago. =))&lt;br /&gt;Finally!!! It's over!!! Despite the relief and happiness, the fatigue started to kick in during History period after that. I snoozed through Bio and CLE afterwards. Phyiscs remedial was cancelled, so I was free! =)) Went to Orchard and bought the RI polo tee! =)) Yay!! Very nice!! I like!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sleepy. Yes, I need sleep now okay? Goodnight! =))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14696240-112489813116178764?l=farishino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farishino.blogspot.com/feeds/112489813116178764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14696240&amp;postID=112489813116178764' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14696240/posts/default/112489813116178764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14696240/posts/default/112489813116178764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farishino.blogspot.com/2005/08/final-lap.html' title='the final lap'/><author><name>Farish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16492222873297776492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14696240.post-112480565528428351</id><published>2005-08-23T21:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-23T22:01:49.370+08:00</updated><title type='text'>what comes to mind now</title><content type='html'>lucas is coming back tomorrow. =( Sitting beside hanson is great. I so do not want to go back to my original seat tomorrow. No fair. Hanson!! &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anw goodluck man. 4 tests for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay! Borrowed Harry Potter And The Prisoner of Azkaban! =)) Whee!! I like!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's go CHEM! =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ariel!! =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I soo want to continue doing Chem but my brain soo cannot concentrate. Thursday please come quick. I need sleep.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14696240-112480565528428351?l=farishino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farishino.blogspot.com/feeds/112480565528428351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14696240&amp;postID=112480565528428351' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14696240/posts/default/112480565528428351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14696240/posts/default/112480565528428351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farishino.blogspot.com/2005/08/what-comes-to-mind-now.html' title='what comes to mind now'/><author><name>Farish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16492222873297776492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14696240.post-112478908371212847</id><published>2005-08-23T16:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-23T20:55:44.483+08:00</updated><title type='text'>adala</title><content type='html'>I knew I could not afford to blow this one up. If I had woken up any later than 3.30am, I'd be dead for sure. Praying and hoping that for once, just this once, I would wake up immediately to the call of the alarm, I went to bed, a lot at stake.&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I was in some sort of trance, then suddenly the human part of me kicked in. I woke up, no sound of alarm. Panicked and worried that I had overslept it again. Grabbed the clock, and to my greatest surprise and relief, it showed 3.20am. The clock rang almost immediately after that, I was just glad that I was awake in the midst of night. Had to ensure I was fully awake so gave myself a couple of slaps, a few jumps and a little radiation from the computer screen helped work out my eyes. Not that it was good for the eye, but I was doing computer work so yeah. Chem Reflective done, did some revision for Maths, bathed, after prayers had some time so had breakfast before leaving home. Did a number of Maths problems in the train.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School&lt;br /&gt;Had only one thing in my mind of course- the Maths CCT. English- Ms. Q spent the whole lesson going through the compre we did a month ago. Everyone was more interested in doing Maths though. We were supposed to read the passage, or certain sentences rather, depending on who she picked. I went twice. First time, her comments: "Beware of unnatural accent". ?!?!?! Okay.. Second time, comments: "Good voice". ?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?! *Stares blankly*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had Chemistry after that, a practical on titration! Involved the neutralisation of acids, to get the exact value of how much alkali was needed for a complete reaction. Hahaha, Mrs Yau wanted us to repeat the experiment as many time as we could so that we would be more familiar in titration practicals in the future. Hahaha BIG mistake. We used up the Barium 6 and Barium 7, wasted lots of distilled water and methyl orange. Hahahaha, then when it was time to return all the chemicals and stuff, haha that's where the fun began. Empty bottle of Barium 6 and Barium 7, we filled it up with tap water and returned it. Methyl Orange bottle, we mixed the distilled water, the Barium and whatever liquids we had into it. In other words, we screwed everything up for the next class doing the same practical as us. Have fun guys! haha =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maths lesson after that, but it was normal lessons then. Mrs Ho wanted us to continue on Functions. -.-" We soo do not want to concentrate on a Maths topic which had no relevance whatsoever to the test we were about to take in 3 hours time. Mrs Ho was a little pissed but what could she do right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the break, Bio.Yet again, we have Bio before a common class test. Decided to stop revising Maths and give my mind a break. Was mentally and physically worn out, was in a state of stupor at times. Besides, I have been practising most of the day, so yeah I should be able to at least pass, hopefully. So time flew past and Bio was over. Maths Test now. It was I guess do-able, a little more time and I could have worked out a couple more equations. At least I attempted all the questions; I don't think I would fare that badly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Left school with Syafiq, Taufiq and Faris. Syafiq and I took the train, the other two stopped by LJs. They called us when we were at Newton, asked to meet them at City Hall. So we went to Raffles Place, back to City Hall then remet Taufiq and Faris. Faris was laughing like mad, reason- Taufiq's pants were unzipped. hahahaha Faris even took a video of it and Taufiq had no clue about what was going on. Hahaha lucu. =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Home now, need to revise Chem. 1 more test to go! I soo look forward to Thursday..&lt;br /&gt;Come on Farish, you can do this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14696240-112478908371212847?l=farishino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farishino.blogspot.com/feeds/112478908371212847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14696240&amp;postID=112478908371212847' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14696240/posts/default/112478908371212847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14696240/posts/default/112478908371212847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farishino.blogspot.com/2005/08/adala.html' title='adala'/><author><name>Farish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16492222873297776492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14696240.post-112471833423816843</id><published>2005-08-22T22:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-23T19:21:31.330+08:00</updated><title type='text'>tired please</title><content type='html'>I missed the 3.30am alarm!! Oh no oh no.. I didn't do much homework over the weekend, and all that I have studied on Multiculturalism seem to have slipped off my mind totally. Chem reflective, Malay Karangan, Hist Assignment not done. &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to go through the notes during the train ride. Today was a Trip Sci + Maths day, one of the days I dreaded most. English lesson we got back our CCT compre! Got 70%, an A. Quite oklah. Physics after that, was a practical. Had to find the CG of a lamina using a string with a bob at the end. Haha we were makiing puns about the bob (the metal ball) and Bob (our headmaster). Wahaha, "Oh no, I dropped bob" or "The bob is damn heavy". Hahaha. Then someone spoke through the microphone while Mr Lim was demonstrating to us how to find the CG of a human body. And Mr. Lim got pissed. I mean, it's just a small matter, not even an offence I should think, and he made a huge fuss about it. 10 minutes gone reprimanding the class and calling for the 'coward' who didn't own up. Talk about waste of time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During recess on the way back to class from the canteen, Syafiq and I decided to ask Mrs Lim a few questions which Anwaar said Mrs Sim said might come out in the test. Haha Mrs Lim showed us the part of the notes which she said, "you must have studied these points right?" *hint hint* =)) There was a 13 mark question in the test, and I could not think of any other question which was worth that many marks if it didn't include the part which Mrs Lim, indirectly wanted us to study. So was flipping through the notes during bio, multitasking you could say. Yes, and indeed it was tested. 13 mark question it was. Yay =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had Maths after that, we did Functions. Mrs Ho forgot to return me my assignments, and thus I had to wait for her, not to mention the train of questions thrown at her by my classmates after the class. Was 4pm by the time the questions had been answered, so I was late for training. Eng How pon training to mug Maths!! $%@#!!! Maths test tomorrow, wanna die?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realised that I had brought the saline solution to school, whereas I left the contacts at home. -.-" It will expire tomorrow! OH well, shall wear that pair for the last time tomorrow it seems. Training ended at 7. Took Yamies' car home together with Farhan. Reached home, super worn out. I guess if I were to stay up late like Sunday night, I wouldn't be able to think and absorb much. So plan is to sleep by 10.45, wake up maybe at around 3.30 tomorrow. Risky yes, looking at my record of failed attempts to wake up around that time. Wish me luck then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till tomorrow, goodnight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14696240-112471833423816843?l=farishino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farishino.blogspot.com/feeds/112471833423816843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14696240&amp;postID=112471833423816843' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14696240/posts/default/112471833423816843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14696240/posts/default/112471833423816843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farishino.blogspot.com/2005/08/tired-please.html' title='tired please'/><author><name>Farish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16492222873297776492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14696240.post-112471831461379184</id><published>2005-08-21T22:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-28T16:10:16.350+08:00</updated><title type='text'>whee!!-kend! =)</title><content type='html'>The weekends! Finally! Happy Happy Happy! =)) There's gonna be 3 tests next week, and I can't wait till it's over. Saturday!&lt;br /&gt;Had training the whole day. On my way to school, some 6 European chics entered the train, one of them sat on the empty seat beside me. Couldn't really make out what language they were talking? Sounded French to me. -shrugs- They were good-looking of course, but their character stinks. They were talking like ever so loudly in the train, as if no one's around. A pain in the ass yes. Finally, I've got something against European gals. =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I practically have only 6 days a week, saturdays are gone due to trainings.&lt;br /&gt;Sunday! Had no madrasah today. Yay and I have company today!! Hehe dian dian..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Decided to finish up reading on Harry Potter first, finish up the book so that I can finally return it tomorrow. Did a little bit of homework then revised on SS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, I think that during baths, I will reflect on whatever that's happening in my life. Will just stone in the the tub, reminiscing at times, talking to myself and having a good laugh on whatever that's happened. At least it was the time when I let everything out of my mind, and relax at the same time. No, I'm not insane, but trust me, it does help you relax your mind. =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Out!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14696240-112471831461379184?l=farishino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farishino.blogspot.com/feeds/112471831461379184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14696240&amp;postID=112471831461379184' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14696240/posts/default/112471831461379184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14696240/posts/default/112471831461379184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farishino.blogspot.com/2005/08/whee-kend.html' title='whee!!-kend! =)'/><author><name>Farish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16492222873297776492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14696240.post-112447395063879539</id><published>2005-08-19T23:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-20T21:23:23.480+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Encore please.</title><content type='html'>Friday's Madness!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School&lt;br /&gt;Day started with Bio Assignment, had to answer some tuberculosis-related questions; we had to do some research prior. After the end of everything, as we were leaving the com lab, I spotted from the corner of my eye, a set of earphone. An mp3 earphone yes- that's what I found. Wahahahaha my current earphone is faulty and needs to be replaced. And there the cool Panasonic earphone was, as if it was waiting for me to pick it up. Oh I sure did. New set of earphone absolutely free. Yay =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Physics went quite smoothly afterwards, as compared to other lessons. Perhaps because of the absentees today; 5 from our class did not attend school (Aaron, Raaj, Lucas, Nicholas Lim and Pak Tung). Some guy from 3I was sleeping, REALLY sleeping and haha Mr Lim went to sit beside him to give him a shock when he woke up. Well, no one needed to 'wake' the guy up; Mr Lim's BO did the job. The whole class was laughing like crazy; it was one of those rare times when Mr Lim was fun and in a better mood. Lucky it came today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Malay, Aaron and Pak Tung didn't come so the presentation for our projects had to be postponed; we did our unfinished homework during class. Maths, I think Mrs Ho seemed a little more cheerful than she had been since last week. PMS maybe? Noticed during assembly that white hair was growing on her head. Shows exactly how stressful a teacher's job is. When the school bell finally rang, it was just a huge sigh of relief. I think I would do anything just to hear the bell ring, which signalled the end of the last period of the last day of the week. PHEW!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sweat a lot during Friday prayers, even though I'm under the fan. I think I get warmed up very quickly, too quickly I guess. It really sucks to be sweating like crazy when prayers only just started. &gt;.&lt; And I think there's a LOT of mosquitoes around the school area recently, my left foot (lol) felt really, really itchy. After prayers went back to school and finally completed and handed up Maths assignments 6, 7, 8 &amp; 9. So all of my Maths homework officially completed.&lt;br /&gt;1) &lt;s&gt;Maths&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then stayed back for a while, asked Mrs Ho a few questions I didn't understand, in preparation for Maths CCT next Tuesday. Then left around 4.30 with Michael, he wanted to go City Hall, I needed to go Orchard. We got separated for some reason, so I went Orchard on my own. I was heading for Paragon to help collect my mom's medication from the skin care clinic on the 11th floor. Got it, and since I was in Paragon, so decided to visit the toilets!! Yay, clean, clean toilets. Even though there was nothing urgent, haha I just did. =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was at Orchard, parents had gone to JB for a few hours, so decided to buy French Fries. Needed to satisfy my cravings after Nathan and Adly each bought fries yesterday at Queensway. Okay, so I kinda analysed Orchard, deciding on which path to take and which McDonalds to go to. There weren't many around my area, one at Lucky Plaza and one at Wisma. So I decided to go to the one at Wisma; I so HATE Lucky Plaza with its you-know-whats. So off to Wisma, and to my biggest disappointment, the McDonalds there had closed down. -.-' Argh! I do NOT want to leave Orchard without Fries, and I just do NOT want to go to Lucky Plaza. Well, what to do? I HAD to go there. =( It really bugged me to think that I was taking the exact same route as I took to Paragon some one hour ago. Okay, there were 2 McDonalds at Lucky plaza. -.-' I bought the goodies, and just ate to my stomach's desire. It was quite a lot, so I just walked up CK Tangs, back down again, all the way to FarEast Plaza, all the way to the top. By then I'd finished it already, so took the lift back down. Alright now I'm thirsty. 7-11! Bought a Big Gulp from there. I must say, that the Big Gulp is a real good buy, considering the price and the amount you get. Off to the MRT station then, 2 hours had already passed and I was heading home. The strap of my bag stinks, I was sweaty, a little filthy, just plain uncomfortable and all I wanted now was a super long bath back home. Michael said earlier that going to town on our own is really boring. Well, Mike, just proved you wrong. Haha I was with Kat =) Imaginations..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Realised that I still haven't returned the Harry Potter book. Funny thing is, I have been going to the Library every day but yet for some reason that thought just slipped off my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At Tampines, guess what. Met Michael; he too had gotten the stuff he wanted from Funan IT Mall. So went home, fam was back home. My niece is celebrating her birthday later so I had to it was like non-stop, I was going out again. Fortunately I had a bath before leaving and it was darn refreshing, just what I needed. The moon was really bright tonight. =) Very nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to Kembangan for dinner, then left for Airport. Swensens for some ice-cream. Dian messaged me telling me that her family was coming to the airport too! Haha! So we were like really excited about the whole thing, thinking what would happen if we actually MET. Haha unfortunately, we had to leave early, thus bringing an end to all the excitement and anticipation. We left the airport the moment they arrived. How unlucky. So near yet so far I guess. Haha. =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Has been one hectic week and a wonderful Friday. Sad today had to end. It was one of those near-perfect days to me. =) Encore please!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14696240-112447395063879539?l=farishino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farishino.blogspot.com/feeds/112447395063879539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14696240&amp;postID=112447395063879539' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14696240/posts/default/112447395063879539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14696240/posts/default/112447395063879539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farishino.blogspot.com/2005/08/encore-please.html' title='Encore please.'/><author><name>Farish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16492222873297776492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14696240.post-112420778886619133</id><published>2005-08-18T23:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-21T23:07:33.933+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mid-week Fatigue</title><content type='html'>funny how we're able to make someone think as if everything's fine, when we're all actually against him. There is this guy I'm really irritated with. Sometimes the comments people make really put you off. You feel proud of what you have, and there they are, criticising. We ARE humans mind you. You think everything's fine right? People are talking to you, 'befriending' you. But have you ever thought of what you may have done which may have hurt these guys you call 'friends'? Whether he realises this or does not, it's just pure hurtful when you're being looked down. Well fyi Mr. I-think-I'm-The-Best, we do NOT admire your damn attitude at all. You may think we're on good terms but hey, deep down, you've caused a hell lot of damage and it would be a bloody miracle if u manage to change which I do NOT think will ever happen. Bleargh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyways, Wednesday. Had wanted to get up early to do a little bit of revising for Physics Test. Couldn't, as usual. Well, I figured it wouldn't be THAT bad right? Besides, I've been attending remedial classes quite often, and I DO practise during my free time. So yeah, just re-memorised the formulas in the train. Me love Syafiq/Taufiq Azim. =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day HAD to start with Malay. Did the norm, nothing much. Then it was Maths. It HAD to be Maths lesson before Physics test. &gt;.&lt; . Everyone was more interested in v=u + at than f (x)= blah blah blah.. I was telling Marcus how we should not tire our minds out by focusing during Maths. We were trying hard not to participate too much, but it's one tough thing to do when it's Maths. Luckily, Mrs Ho was kind enough to stop teaching Maths for a while after all the complains she received. Unfortunately, the bell rang the moment she said she would stop to allow us to revise. -.-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Physics test could not have been worse; I think the questions were set for you to fail. To get a pass might not be that difficult, but to get a good grade is. Recess afterwards, followed by History. Mrs Matthews lost some assignments! Leon Thye was like blaming me, saying I didn't hand them up to her. I swore I did, and to the right pigeon hole. Later RE was kindof a free period, so went to the Malay room with the others and worked on some unfinished assignments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Training after that, then later went home with Syafiq. Haha Syafiq managed to spot a couple of bees mating! Hahaha. We were like trying to take pictures of it but they were too small. I suggested we bought a Super Big Gulp and share it between ourselves; we were thirsty. Met Greg and Chin Yee there, so took the train together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was really, really worn out by the time I reached home. I was like sitting on the floor, packing my bag for the next day and I almost fell asleep. Tired tired tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was memorising Peribahasa during the train ride. Alarm clocks seem useless these days, I just simply could not bring myself to get up earlier to do some work. First period was Malay, we had our CCT. Woah, Peribahasa had more weightage, finally! Spent a LOT of time on ringkasan, I had 5 minutes left and still had to construct last-minute ayats for Bina Ayat. I stayed on till the next class (khairul syafiq and the rest) started on their paper. I was the first to come, yet last to leave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PE afterwards, had inter-class volleyball! Haha. I think the guys in our class were far better than theirs alright; Mr Lee wanted to take credit for us being better than 3D. lol. History next, Mrs Matthews finally found the papers. *phew!* Haha I so wanted to kill Leon Thye but haha, with that pity-me look on his face, I don't think even a robber would wanna hurt him. Aww. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After recess break we had Physics. Mr Lim was in his usual no-fooling-around mood. Sighs. He and his headphone. Hahaha! Some guy from his RE group called during lesson time and he went out to talk to them. And all of us anticipated the same thing. He had his headphone on. And we heard. His conversation on his (hand)phone. WAHAHAHAHAHA!!! Whole class laughed like ****! Haha he was quite pissed after that, he knew we heard him. Haha. And he had a nice hairdo too. Nic Lim said it looked like p**** hair. Hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CLE! He had some visitors, we ere having our CIP with them. Our CIP involves us taking the visually disabled to the zoo. On Teachers' Day Eve.&lt;br /&gt;-.-' Ah okay so fast forward the talks and all that. We then had to pair ourselves up and practise guiding each other as if our partner is blind. I was with Nathan. Hahaha, grins grins grins. First thing, we had to guide the 'blind' up the stairs. We had to tell them when is the first and last step so they know when to stop. Okay, so I told Nathan that we'd reached the last step when we've only reached the middle. He tripped. Hehehehehe! Okay next, we had to guide them to sit properly. There was only one chair so we all had to queue and once we're done we would re-join at the back to the line of students. After our turn, I was walking Nathan back to the line, another grin. There was this small flight of steps (I think about 5) leading downwards to the Lecture Theatre. Walked Nathan straight down, and obviously he fell; he must've be wondering what happened to the ground. Wahahagagaga!! Then we had to guide the blind through doors and out again. We were walking out, turning to join those who had finished. I saw 2 tables ahead and I was facing them with Nathan to my right. I asked Nathan to switch sides, he did. Then we walked straight. BANG! Muahahahahahaha!!! "FARISH!!!" Hahahaha. ouch. hahahaha. That was fun. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;End of school, went Science centre with marcus, eng how, hanson, leon thye, raaj, nathan, adly and pak tung for our Chem Reflective Writing. Pak tung changed out of his school u lah. No fair. My ezlink had a -20 cents value, and since we were going by bus, I couldn't top up my card and had to borrow coins for the fare. Damn, it really sucks to be listening to music with only one end of the earphone. The left side is damaged and I need to find a replacement or risk being deaf on the right side. Reached the Science Centre, were queueing up for tickets. There were these 2 chio bus in front of us also buying tickets. They were French. =)))) Wahahaha we were like eyeing them all the way. HOT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the centre itself, the rest were like looking for the Chemistry Section, I was there, closer to the two French (should I call them chics?) ladies than anyone else. Camera in my hand, I did the unthinkable. I asked them for a photo. They thought I wanted them to take a photo of me. "No, my friend would take a photo of me and you (I must've been crazy)" REJECTED. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We then went to the exhibits, there was an interesting one whereby you could have your shadows frozen on the screen. Hahaha, we did some sort of Kama Sutra, haha was really funny. We all looked for exhibits which we were interested in and scribbled notes and took photos. Mrs Yau wanted photos as proof that we actually went to the Science Centre. So the main purpose of us going there is for the photos. So yeah, photos taken, got a bit of info, then looked around the centre. As we were about to leave we saw the French gals again!! Okay, maybe I'd ask them again. Crazy Nathan went with me as well. Plan was to tell them that we needed a photo for our project (like, lol). REJECTED AGAIN!! Double =((&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nathan, Adly and I then went off first. They insisted I follow them to queensway to look for a class jersey. I didn't want to initially, but them praising me was just the thing that made me change my mind. And it was a good decision too. I've never been to Queensway before. My mom told me FarEast is one of the so-called cheaper malls. Wrong mom. Queensway is pure ownage. I think they kindof standardised the price or something. They were all so cheap! And cool! And nice! I want!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, my lucky hand found a super cool jersey, and we fell in love with it. After some calculations, it totalled up to about 47 bucks per piece, though it maight still be reduced depending on the demand. We were there for an hour already, stopped by McDonalds for a light snack. Then left off, took the train back home. We coincidentally met Nicholas Tong at City Hall. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back home, ate my last chocolate bar for this month. =( I need a new bar! Thinking of getting one next week. A super big one. Like Willy Wonka's. =) Haha imagine if Willy Wonka came up with Chilli Chocolate! Hahaha I wonder. I wonder. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OC just finished, am going to bed now. Goodnight =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14696240-112420778886619133?l=farishino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farishino.blogspot.com/feeds/112420778886619133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14696240&amp;postID=112420778886619133' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14696240/posts/default/112420778886619133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14696240/posts/default/112420778886619133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farishino.blogspot.com/2005/08/mid-week-fatigue.html' title='Mid-week Fatigue'/><author><name>Farish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16492222873297776492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14696240.post-112420764086220744</id><published>2005-08-16T22:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-16T23:55:28.153+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hahaha</title><content type='html'>So I did it again. And I did woke up at 3. Okay maybe it was a little too early, I thought. Back to bed for what seemed like a few seconds. 4am. Oh wow, time flew quite quickly eh? Still not wanting to get up, back to bed it is. 5am. Oh dear, wasted 2 hours just like that. Oh well, make it 2 and a half then. Fully awake at 5.30. 3 alarm clocks all pre-set to ring at 3am, for nothing. -shrugs-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Philo. Do I need to mention how great Mr Au is? =) Big difference, the way he conducts lessons compared to how Mr. Low does it last year. Philo had never been so fun.&lt;br /&gt;Maths. Hideki Shimizu is a darn well-mannered kid. Don't ask me why. He's nice. Very.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had free period during Malay jnow. Attached my mp3 player to the projector; we were listening to songs throughout. PeterPan! &lt;3 Oh and WHY isn't PeterPan coming to Singapore as well? Boo lah, darn, lucky Malaysians. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am starting to hate NL. Argh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to the library after school to do up Maths Perf. Task with Marcus. Then at around 3.30, left with Taufiq, Syafiq and Faris to Somerset; the magicians were going to collect some magic stuff from someone working at the Heeren. Took the MRT; we arrived at the station around the same time as the train, so we rushed down past the other commuters. Taufiq and Faris were already in, I was entering as the doors started to close; Syafiq was behind me and would be left behind if I didn't do something. So I just pushed against both doors, stalling it long enough for him to squeeze through. Woah. hahaha&lt;br /&gt;So we went there, then went to Cineleisure, walked around a bit. Sat at BK for a while, Taufiq and Faris were testing their 'fake' thumbs or something like that. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So later we all took the train back home, at Eunos we were like trying to hold back Taufiq so that he would miss his station. "Doors closing", and he was still in the train. Haha he rushed to the door, and instead of running straight through it, he tried to stop the doors from closing like I did earlier, but to no avail. Haha his foot almost got stuck in between the doors! Hahaha. What a commotion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bone steak for dinner! Wahaha I bet my gut is like all red now! =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh dear oh dear, forgot to return Harry Potter today. I haven't been reading so much recently, I think I'm gonna request for an extension tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is blogger.com on my comp in Chinese?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woah, friendster profile viewed 371 times from 6th July to 9th August. o.O?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14696240-112420764086220744?l=farishino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farishino.blogspot.com/feeds/112420764086220744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14696240&amp;postID=112420764086220744' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14696240/posts/default/112420764086220744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14696240/posts/default/112420764086220744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farishino.blogspot.com/2005/08/hahaha.html' title='hahaha'/><author><name>Farish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16492222873297776492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14696240.post-112411412355762416</id><published>2005-08-15T21:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-15T21:59:50.530+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh bintang di surga</title><content type='html'>I had set the alarm to ring at 3.50 am. I even activated my phone's alarm clock so that I'd wake up early and do some revising ahead of the Bio CCT today. No noise at all. Woke up 5.15 instead. -.-' Gosh I was uber pissed, 1 and a half hours of homework and revision gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's see, CLE/English/SS/Chem/Bio CCT. Bio CCT was a super killer, sad to say that I think I blew it. After the test everyone was like shaking their heads, reflecting exactly how low their hopes were of getting a good grade. =(( I'm screwed. period.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daud was in a PMS-esque mode today. It was really frightening, especially for me; I was beside him when he slammed his books on the table. He almost got into a fight with Ganesh from what I heard. It was the same case on Thursday, when he was in a war of words with Aaron. Man, chill!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took Yip's car home with Farhan after training jnow. Was listening to PeterPan's Bintang Disurga over and over again. I &lt;333!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arrgh!! 9.0-MSN virus is really irritating me!!! Just scanned my com using TrendMicro's Housecall, it was scanning at an average rate of 1% per minute, thus 1 hour 40 minutes of scanning. 2 files got infected by virus. Got rid of them. But unfortunately, the 9.0-MSN bug is still in my com! Arrgghh!! What do I do? John! I'm gonna kill you for having your sis send me the virus by accident! Virus scans are useless! My poor MSN! =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And oh yes! I killed a fly with the middle finger of my left hand! =)) It was like flying then I just clutched at it and my finger managed to squeeze it dead. Usually I'd have to clap my hands to kill them, but not this time! cool! =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tobasco Sauce goes nicely with Old Chang Kee's deep-fried treats. The epok-epok are soo hot, was almost impossible to eat it immediately upon purchase. The good thing is however, that the heat kills off the spicyness of the Tobasco Sauce so all you get is the exotic taste of the peppers blended with the texture and flavour of the epok-epok fillings. And ta-dah! We finished our 4th bottle of Tobasco's in under 2 months. Yipee!! Heartburns? Am prepared for it. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Masih ku merasa angkuh&lt;br /&gt;Terbang kenanganku jauh&lt;br /&gt;Langit kan menangkapku&lt;br /&gt;Walau kan terjatuh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dan bila semua tercipta&lt;br /&gt;Hanya untukku merasakan&lt;br /&gt;Semua yang tercipta&lt;br /&gt;Hampa hidup terasa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lelah tatapku mencari&lt;br /&gt;Arti untukku membagi&lt;br /&gt;Menemani langkahku&lt;br /&gt;Namun tak berarti&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dan bila semua tercipta&lt;br /&gt;Tanpa harus ku merasakan&lt;br /&gt;Cinta yang tersisa&lt;br /&gt;Hampa hidup terasa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reff:&lt;br /&gt;Bagai bintang di surga&lt;br /&gt;Dan seluruh warna&lt;br /&gt;Dan kasih yang setia&lt;br /&gt;Dan cahaya nyata&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh bintang di surga&lt;br /&gt;Berikan cerita&lt;br /&gt;Dan kasih yang setia&lt;br /&gt;Dan cahaya nyata&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=)))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14696240-112411412355762416?l=farishino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farishino.blogspot.com/feeds/112411412355762416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14696240&amp;postID=112411412355762416' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14696240/posts/default/112411412355762416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14696240/posts/default/112411412355762416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farishino.blogspot.com/2005/08/oh-bintang-di-surga.html' title='Oh bintang di surga'/><author><name>Farish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16492222873297776492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14696240.post-112402289980035064</id><published>2005-08-14T20:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-14T22:25:11.416+08:00</updated><title type='text'>evening</title><content type='html'>Mummy's Nasi Lemak is darn delicious, thanks. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My com got hit by 2 MSN-related viruses in 2 days. How lucky. Anwaar please I need the anti-virus CD man!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Michael has got the moves!! Okay, let me try doing the moonwalk.. *trips over*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saline solution finished! Need new bottle!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and omg, is this some sort of karma?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From: pinkpeppers&lt;br /&gt;Date: Friday, August 12, 2005 1:28:00 PM&lt;br /&gt;Subject: ABCDEFGHILLL;;&lt;br /&gt;Message:&lt;br /&gt;HaRlO!!!! kAu DaH kEpUnYaAn???..........khEkHeKhE....kAlAu LuM aKu AdEr!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;talk about prabhu! Damn, sorry Di for making fun abt u guys! My apologies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes and Nadrah Anwaar aked me for my no. Haha, I didn't, cooked up a story saying that my phone was under repair haha. Lol, why did she need my help? She's got Anwaar man.. hahaha.. Good move Farish! =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay out fer now..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14696240-112402289980035064?l=farishino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farishino.blogspot.com/feeds/112402289980035064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14696240&amp;postID=112402289980035064' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14696240/posts/default/112402289980035064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14696240/posts/default/112402289980035064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farishino.blogspot.com/2005/08/evening.html' title='evening'/><author><name>Farish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16492222873297776492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14696240.post-112401924792119639</id><published>2005-08-14T19:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-14T20:38:36.026+08:00</updated><title type='text'>no fair</title><content type='html'>Why do sundays all seem to fly away so quickly? No fair!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nonetheless, today was kinda boring. No Madrasah, so just slacked at home, tried to do hw, did only so little then some revising and stuff yeah. I downloaded MJ's 30th Anniversary concert! Woah!! Can I dance like him? Haha I want, oh pleaseee!! =)))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peanut Butter &amp;amp; Chocolate!! &lt;33&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14696240-112401924792119639?l=farishino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farishino.blogspot.com/feeds/112401924792119639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14696240&amp;postID=112401924792119639' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14696240/posts/default/112401924792119639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14696240/posts/default/112401924792119639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farishino.blogspot.com/2005/08/no-fair.html' title='no fair'/><author><name>Farish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16492222873297776492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14696240.post-112402024539148904</id><published>2005-08-13T21:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-14T19:50:45.390+08:00</updated><title type='text'>cool</title><content type='html'>Friday! Got up at like 6.15? Called Mrs Lim and thankfully got a ride. So I did it. Hair down for today. The fringe is a little irritating considering the fact that I've never done something like this before. I look ever so different; at times I looked a total gay, others, like the OC Ryan. =) Philo, Mr Au rawks to the core!! Gosh he is one COOL teacher. Damn! Why can't everyone be like him? English CCT afterwards, followed by long recess, then History =), finally Maths. I guess a lot of people were talking bout my hair lol, Khairul and Anwaar just couldn't stop laughing at it. Hahahaha.. Had SS make-up lesson after prayers, by then everyone was super tired, such that Mrs Lim had to end the lesson earlier than what she'd already planned. Ever the understanding, Mrs Lim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosh I want more Dikir Barat!! =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sat, had training from 1.30 to 6.30. Didn't have lunch; wanted to see if I could take trainings when the actual fasting month comes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes, I've got to say this. Some people just have an attitude problem. Bleargh, whoever you are, you're attitude stinks alright? It's unhealthy to have people like you in the team. We can easily find a replacement FYI. Like coach said, wake up your bloody idea pal!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took Farhan's car home. Now I'm tired. The bed please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes, chocolates first. =))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14696240-112402024539148904?l=farishino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farishino.blogspot.com/feeds/112402024539148904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14696240&amp;postID=112402024539148904' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14696240/posts/default/112402024539148904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14696240/posts/default/112402024539148904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farishino.blogspot.com/2005/08/cool.html' title='cool'/><author><name>Farish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16492222873297776492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14696240.post-112394993972253624</id><published>2005-08-11T23:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-14T18:59:11.836+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ping pong!</title><content type='html'>flade. yuck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways. Thursday! Day started off with PE. Had Malay Drama next, it was our group's turn. It was great! Skits are very fun to act out. I like! =) History next! Mrs Matthews! Whee!! =))&lt;br /&gt;Had free period next as the Chinese guys were having their Chinese CCTs or Class Common Tests. The school doesn't trust us anymore =( They had to standardise the days when we take our tests. So went to library with the others. Finally, CLE, which was definitely more effective than sleeping pills. Physics make-up class started at 2.15, so my fellow batchmates and I went to the Malay room, had prayers, then slacked away. I left at around 2 plus to join my classmates who were playing table tennis at the Gryphon's Lair. Table tennis is damn fun lah please, although it would help a lot if my smashes would hit the table instead of flying so far away.. Haha once, it fell down and almost hit Mr. Lim's bowl of soup! Hehehehe =)))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Aaron was like telling me that my hair when it's down, as in the exact opposite of spikes, it made me look hot.. hahahaha okay, worth a try right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anand dreamt of me!! o.O Hahaha he told me I was wearing an orange shirt, spiking my hair. Wahahahahaha =)))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smooth Criminal =)) MJ feva!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OC!! =)) out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14696240-112394993972253624?l=farishino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farishino.blogspot.com/feeds/112394993972253624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14696240&amp;postID=112394993972253624' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14696240/posts/default/112394993972253624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14696240/posts/default/112394993972253624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farishino.blogspot.com/2005/08/ping-pong.html' title='ping pong!'/><author><name>Farish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16492222873297776492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14696240.post-112390466101427277</id><published>2005-08-10T22:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-14T19:42:17.916+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wednesday!</title><content type='html'>Today I had planned to go out with Syafiq to do our homework. So I set off at 1.30. Went to Tampines Mall to get our tickets for the Charlie and the Chocolate Factory movie. Queue was darn long. Then for some reason, large groups of people started walking out the queue. I only realised later that the 4.30 show was sold out; the next one would be at 7.30. -.-' So rushed to Century Square and then we got the 5.10 tickets for the 3 of us (+ Syafiq's cuz). Went off to Tampines Lib, met Taufiq and Farish there. They HAD watched the movie earlier with Hakeem. Tak ajak seh.. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tampines Library was crowded for goodness sake! I think the guys there all action ajerr... What to do? It was already 2.30. Movie is at 5.10. So we decided to go to the airport, Syafiq and me. I brought my cam! Yay! =)) A couple of shots in the train. On the way saw Dao Zhe, then remembered that the National Team was going off to Thailand in preparations for the SEA games. Gdluck guys! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reached airport, Viewing Mall was closed down for renovations, so we decided to go to Coffee Bean. Were about to get the orders when we saw the price list. Haha no thanks man! Off to Burger King then. There finally, we got to study in peace. Did Math Assignment there. Did most of the questions there (even spent some 40 mins on the first question!) It was 4.45 then, so we made our way back to Tampines. Pics, pics and pics first!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoho! So went into the theatre a little late, found our way around in the darkness. Charlie and Choco Factory rawked! =)) But it wouldn't hurt if we watched it at Orchard instead. I think the audience at Tampines sucked. Totally. It was darn noisy, people were just mumbling and laughing as if there weren't anyone around. &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man, I wish Willy Wonka was real! The chocolate bars had peanut butter on them! *drools* I don't care, I'm gonna put peanut butter on my chocolate next time. Haha so after the movie headed home. Oh yes and I found 10 cents on the road! *ala Charlie and Choco factory scene* Unfortunately though, I can't buy a bar of chocolate with 10 cents. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a super fun day! And to watch a chocolate-based movie during the month where my life has been nothing more but chocolates! Whee!! =))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14696240-112390466101427277?l=farishino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farishino.blogspot.com/feeds/112390466101427277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14696240&amp;postID=112390466101427277' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14696240/posts/default/112390466101427277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14696240/posts/default/112390466101427277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farishino.blogspot.com/2005/08/wednesday.html' title='Wednesday!'/><author><name>Farish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16492222873297776492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14696240.post-112390183486488379</id><published>2005-08-10T01:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-13T10:58:57.943+08:00</updated><title type='text'>National Day! 40!! =)</title><content type='html'>9th august! Happy Bdae Singapore!! =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuuesday! Got up late as usual. Was having a match against the J1 Malay guys. It's RI vs them. Took bus 969 to Yishun with Indra, Faris and Khairul. Bought breakfast at Macs. =) Went to the field later then started the match. Lost 7-2 in the end. Haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, all worn out and partially lame, we literally walked to the bus stop to go back home. Was with Hakeem, Khairul, Indra and Faris. We all wanted to stop by 7-11 and get some refreshments when the bus came; Khairul boarded the bus first while the rest of us decided to stay. We bought some snacks there, then went back to the bus stop. It was one hell of a wait though. All the buses- 169, 858 and blah blah kept coming, but no 969. &gt;.&lt; Then we decided talking about how the bus system in Singapore could change so that if you want to go to a stop where 969 goes to, you could take 858 first, then transfer to 111 or something like that. 858 + 111= 969! =) Okay that was pure nonsense but at least it made time pass by more quickly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hot topic nowadays- Prabhu! Hahahaha. Good fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So later, went with mom, Uncle Didi and Bibik Ya to Bibik's workplace. It was at somerset, and you could see the fireworks display from the top. AND, there were a lot of facilities there which could be used, and they were all- FREE!! =)) Was playing pool like over and over again. Then had table tennis, boy it was fun. The fireworks display was cool, not to mention the parade of the military vehicles. Speaking of vehicles, haha I saw bus 111 along the road around there. Hehe.. Then later went off to Kembangan, had dinner. We didn't want to go home yet so went to Changi beach and watched the airplanes. The setting was really romantic and breathtaking =)) Reached home finally at 12.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14696240-112390183486488379?l=farishino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farishino.blogspot.com/feeds/112390183486488379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14696240&amp;postID=112390183486488379' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14696240/posts/default/112390183486488379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14696240/posts/default/112390183486488379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farishino.blogspot.com/2005/08/national-day-40.html' title='National Day! 40!! =)'/><author><name>Farish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16492222873297776492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14696240.post-112364981974380596</id><published>2005-08-08T23:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-13T11:48:02.576+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nat Day Perf!</title><content type='html'>I just simply couldn't contain my excitement as the day finally arrived. Monday! Oh dear, I woke up, having flu. That was like the last thing I'd want to happen to me. So anyways, I took an earlier train to school; perfomance scheduled to start at 8. Syafiq, Taufiq and me had planned to meet up in the train at 6. I, being the Farish that I am, was a little late. I told them to go off first then. There I was sitting at the MRT station, drawing a map in my mind, picturing a timeline relating the times of which the trains would arrive at both Tampines and City Hall (based on past experience), so as to estimate the time which I'd reach school. I so did not want to be late for this event. The MCC guys had planned to meet at 7 for the final rehearsal. So I was sort of panicking- a mixture of worry and excitement. Thankfully, I was only 5 minutes late from the scheduled meeting time. I wasn't the last one there though. And luckily, I brought my cam. Took a hell lot of pics that day. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The performance!! We were backstage. The fall of the curtains signalled the end of a band's performance. It was our turn next. This is it. I would be performing for the first time in my life. And what a way to do it- with my best friends. I tried to put the disturbances out of my mind- nervousness, the flu and all. I would give my best. I was sitting in the middle; Syafiq and Khairul to my sides. The curtains opened again. I saw the crowd. I saw the crowd from the stage. They were looking at us. Ironically I did not feel anything at all. It was as though I'd done this over and over again. Perhaps the practice sessions did help; I kept picturing what it'd be like on the actual day itself so I got the hang of it.&lt;br /&gt;Indra gave an opening message to the crowd, giving them a brief info of what our performance is all about. Then, the gong sounded. &lt;em&gt;Tepuk Sepuluh&lt;/em&gt; as an introduction to the &lt;em&gt;Ragam&lt;/em&gt;. Farhan started to sing. And it was ON!! We were in action, baby! Woohooo! It was smooth sailing all the way! A success! Job well done guys! It was indeed one of the proudest moments of my life- The Day I Performed Dikir Barat. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we went up after our performance, slacked in the Malay Room, more pics, then it was over. I had light training after that, the others went for lunch. At around 2, I left school, not knowing where to go. I have 4 bucks in my wallet. Should I save and go home? NAH. So went off to Orchard. The Burger King at FarEast Plaza. Bought the students meal which was $3.95. It was then when I started to study in public places. Doing homework at BK was more effective than doing homework at home. No computer, no distractions. =) So I stayed till 4. Walked around a bit, then I had a passing thought, that I might want to use the toilets there. It was a mere thought, but suddenly it was reality. I needed the bathroom. Man, I was just like deciding which toilets would be cool to go to. Paragon toilets were super cool, but it was far away. Ended up using the C.K Tangs toilets. It was okay, not too bad. Left for home then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a day. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14696240-112364981974380596?l=farishino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farishino.blogspot.com/feeds/112364981974380596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14696240&amp;postID=112364981974380596' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14696240/posts/default/112364981974380596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14696240/posts/default/112364981974380596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farishino.blogspot.com/2005/08/nat-day-perf.html' title='Nat Day Perf!'/><author><name>Farish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16492222873297776492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14696240.post-112364595170195210</id><published>2005-08-07T23:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-10T22:54:13.853+08:00</updated><title type='text'>weekend!</title><content type='html'>The weekends! Finally! I so needed a break. Saturday morn, woke up, I had one of the craziest dreams! haha funny thing is I still remember it quite well. I had Physics with Mr. Lim, then he gave me a packet of Roka Chocolate Balls (Guess because I never tried them before haha). Then I went to the Imaginary Mall (there is this imaginary place in my dreams which I keep going to, quite a number of dreams took place in that mall actually) was just walking on my own. Then went to McDonalds which was at level 3 or 4, then met Syazwani there. She was in TKGS (?!?!) then as we entered the restaurant my grandfather was there waiting for us, then he went to confront her about what happenned between us. Then I woke up. Waddahell, you must be thinking. Crazy dream. I swear this is at least 95% true; I still remember it well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I went to school early- had Dikir practise. Caught up with Azim and Faris at City Hall. They were practising Card tricks in the train (were busking later). I brought quite a lot- 2 bags actually- as I'd be staying in school the whole day. Speaking of which, I bring quite a lot of clothes whenever I have something on like this. =) So Dikir practise till about 11, turnup was quite bad, not a lot of people were present. Then Ari, Taufiq white and me went off To J8 to have lunch. They bought out as they had to go for busking soon. Met Terence, so went to Food Junction. 12.30, softball meeting. Mr Chng is cool. Then training itself. Yay! I wore the new black inners and the new elbow guards! It looked good! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after training, worn out like mad. Took the train back to Tampines with Farhan, reached home at 9. To the bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**&lt;br /&gt;Next morn, was a little late for Madrasah. Had the final 2 papers to take. Finished at around 11 then went home. Stoning stoning.. then did a little bit of homework, read Harry Potter. Then around late afternoon went with fam to the chocolate prata place! Whee!! =) Got the orders in, mine came first. The moment I saw it, it was like OMG. It was HUGE! Like super huge! I mean, normal sized pratas with chocolate sauce on it, I'd take em. But this! It was bigger than Murtabak! No wonder it costs $3. Craziness. And it was soo crispy, I didn't know where to start. You see, if you try pressing it down, then it'll like break. And there's chocolate sauce all over. Imagine the mess! &gt;.&lt; The prata didn't taste like prata cos maybe they expanded the dough too much there was hardly any taste of the flour. =( I was kinda sick after I finished it, chocolate sauce do NOT go with prata. It seemed tempting at first, because of all the chocolate. But no, NO way am I going for chocolate prata again. Besides, I've got a lot of chocolate at home already. I have like, a whole row of chocolate squares (broken off the big Cadbury Milk Chocolate) a day. Too much for chocolate cravings. Bleagh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes and Chocz at Parkway Parade rocks! Belgian chocolate! YUM!!! =)))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;weekends. I lurve!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14696240-112364595170195210?l=farishino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farishino.blogspot.com/feeds/112364595170195210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14696240&amp;postID=112364595170195210' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14696240/posts/default/112364595170195210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14696240/posts/default/112364595170195210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farishino.blogspot.com/2005/08/weekend.html' title='weekend!'/><author><name>Farish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16492222873297776492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14696240.post-112326795080274456</id><published>2005-08-06T01:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-10T11:47:25.196+08:00</updated><title type='text'>u'll never noe till u try</title><content type='html'>Thursday! The traffic light at the junction almost destroyed my plans all this while. Luckily, I managed to squeeze through the doors in time. Phew. Tanah Merah, after I managed to control and slow down the sweating, went up to her, gave the pressie just the way I'd planned. =)) haha was great to see the expression on her face; Happy Birthday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sch- Malay! Had Drama, Taufiq Azim's grp performance was really great. Cikgu asked me to take pics wif my cam as she didn't have hers. ohwells. PE! Volleyball =)) Today was our last game in the volleyball module. Played on the basketball courts, with an extended group (EngHow/Michael). Was super fun! Oh yes! Serves had to be taken underarm. To use this to your advantage, do the one thing no one thought of- put in a &lt;em&gt;curve spin&lt;/em&gt;. YES! It really works- don't believe me? It just curves away and opponents can hardly control if a lot of spin is added. I think our group scored like 7 or 8 points in a row with that spin? There was once when it curved from one end to the other end of the court- Service Ace! =)) Whee! More please!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;History, Physics then CLE. The Sec 3 batch had the privellege of watching the winners of the Inter-House Dramafest competition to perform for us. And I've got to say this, after watching the performance, I finally believed why Buckley, of all houses, won. The idea of having a retard child in it was the key. Lincoln! Wow, he could really act.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After school had physics rem. I guess the atmosphere during physics rem is more pleasant than those during regular lessons. I guess it's because of the absence of certain guys which makes rems very fun =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Malay guys were almost begging me to go for Dikir Barat practise for NDP performance. I hardly got myself into these kind of activities before, why now? I've always wanted to perform, yet did not want to take part in regular practises or do any culture-related stuff. Well, I think I've changed that mindset now, why not go for something new? It's cool, come to think of it. Besides, the guys involved will make it even more fun. So Dikir Barat it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our practise ended at around 8, took Haliim's car back home along with Haris. Haliim was Bibik Ya's cousin, but somehow he doesn't know it. Oh well. Reached home, OC!! =) Knocked out almost immediately after it ended..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday! Bio Practical. Hey, funny how the way things are. During tests, the teacher goes," Hey, it's just like a quiz.." Then during quizzes, they go,"Treat this like a test!". -shrugs- Had physics, then Malay (Drama again) then finally Maths. I sat with Hideki Shimizu! The exchange student from Japan! He's very cool and cute! =)) Then later after prayers we had another Dikir practise session.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At around 4, left and took the train home with Hakeem. Hakeem is a super fun going-home mate =). Okay, the train at Bishan was not as empty as we hoped it was; was packed instead. So we dropped at Braddell, hoping that an empty train will arrive so we could sit peacefully. We got our wish; the next train was an empty one so we took it. Was super tired, so I slept. The next thing I saw when I opened my eyes were Robiah, Diana and Azura around us. It was like *huh? what happened?* Okay, it was pure coincidence, no one even thought that we would meet in the same carriage in the same train. Like how lucky could we be? haha. And gosh, first thing they did was to take out their cam and start taking pics. That made me seem like an amateur in camwhoring. &gt;.&lt; So we went all the way to Marina Bay, took pics, went Raffles Place, Roby left and then Azu, Diana, Hakeem and me took the train back to Tampines. It was fun! I finally got into a decent chat with Azura thus getting to know her better. Hakeem wanted to borrow my mp3 (to act cool, as Diana and Azu were sharing theirs too). For some reason, Diana ended up listening to mine while Hakeem and Azu listened to hers. haha. Not bad, I thought my choice of songs were THAT bad, but based on feedback, it was great! whee =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Azu didn't want to drop off at Kembangan, Hakeem didn't want to drop off at Tanah Merah so we all went to Tampines to go Century Square. Was kinda fun lah, four of us together, me being the O^3 (or O.O.O or Odd One Out) as I was Sec 3. As if anybody cared.. =) So after browsing through 1 shop, we decided that it was time to leave. Went to the interchange, Diana was kindof attached to my mp3? haha offered her if she wanted to borrow; in the end it was Hakeem whom I lent it to. Haha it was very fun the whole thing, just the thing I needed for a good Friday. Fridays =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom was hooked onto my com downloading songs that I actually slept while waiting for her to finish. I just woke up, it's almost 2 in the morning now. Very sleepy. Going back to bed.. Tata&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14696240-112326795080274456?l=farishino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farishino.blogspot.com/feeds/112326795080274456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14696240&amp;postID=112326795080274456' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14696240/posts/default/112326795080274456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14696240/posts/default/112326795080274456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farishino.blogspot.com/2005/08/ull-never-noe-till-u-try.html' title='u&apos;ll never noe till u try'/><author><name>Farish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16492222873297776492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14696240.post-112308190005596323</id><published>2005-08-03T23:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-03T23:18:21.906+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Katheryn</title><content type='html'>Katheryn Addams isn't 100% made up, really. She's the pretty girl I saw at Sakura last year, my previous blog has all the details of what I felt when I first saw her. Wish I could know her, her real name and all; Katheryn is a character to make her presence more real, though it's only in the mind. You can call it fantasizing, whatever makes you happy. She's soo cute I can't stand it anymore!Argh! Life isn't fair! =( Oh man I do hope someday we coincidentally knock into each other or something then I help her pick up the things she dropped, then I say, "Hey! I saw you at Sakura before, remember me?". Then she nods and we start talking, then we exchange numbers then few months later we get steady then so on and so forth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sighs, it's all in the mind Farish, it's all in the mind. &gt;.&lt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14696240-112308190005596323?l=farishino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farishino.blogspot.com/feeds/112308190005596323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14696240&amp;postID=112308190005596323' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14696240/posts/default/112308190005596323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14696240/posts/default/112308190005596323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farishino.blogspot.com/2005/08/katheryn.html' title='Katheryn'/><author><name>Farish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16492222873297776492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14696240.post-112308138633715763</id><published>2005-08-03T21:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-03T23:03:06.343+08:00</updated><title type='text'>it's a beautiful day</title><content type='html'>Expect the unexpected, I said. Was told by kern that AGM was to be held later after training. -__-" yet again. So we had training, saw Humairah in school. At 5, the moment had arrived. Dr. Razif officially started the proceedings. The first position open for voting was none other than for the B Div Captain of 2006. I was the first to be nominated, there was a big chance I was going to get the position, yet I was unsure, there was always a possibility; there were 6 candidates. Minutes pass as we stood in the dungeon, awaiting the results. We were called back up after what seemed like hours to me. I didn't want to be too sure of myself, I was depressed when I didn't get the C Div captaincy 2 years back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got it! B Div Captain I will be! Happy as I was, I knew what I was in for. Yes the honour aside, it'll be a heck of a job to try defend the title next year. Like an infamous Spider-Man (or orang labah-labah as Pak Tung calls it) phrase, "with great power comes great responsibility". It'll be a tough job yes, but the results of the votes proved that the guys believed in me and I'll do my best not to disappoint them, coach or even myself. Then were the rest of the committee- B Div: Kern (Vice Capt), Ian Chew (Quarter Master/Secretary), John Mok (Treasurer). Then was the C Div voting proceedings. Just when I though it was over, Dr Razif called upon the new captains to make their speeches. And I was like O.O!! What?! A SPEECH?! It wasn't that bad though, I've been thinking to myself before what I was going to say if I were to make a speech. I only noted down the more important points, and I just blurted them out in my impromptu speech. And it went quite well, Farhan noticed my knee was shaking like crazy and was laughing at it. &gt;.&lt; Haha, AGM was great overall. Well, it's gonna be one hell of a year, and I hope to enjoy every minute of it! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went home with Yamies afterwards. Car rides home with Yamies are something I really look forward to. It's fun; you get to go home early, there's aircon, you have Yamies to chat with, and all. We will be like talking about anything and everything during the first 10 minutes or so, then either/both of us would just fall asleep.. Yamies is usually the one who shuts his eyes first.. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just as his father dropped me off, I saw an RJ guy who went home by taxi. It was my neighbour who lived in the same block as me. He and his younger brother were from my primary school too, and we just knew each other for some reason (can't remember). But we do manage a hi when we come across each other; this time, I managed to engage a short convo with him. Got to know him a little better. His name is Alex and his brother's, Ivan. Alex didn't really know me, I knew Ivan much better. It's even now! Finally we talked to each other. =) Yay great to finally know my neighbour! (doesn't sound right huh?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Came home, then realised that somebody had a birthday tomorrow. Rushed to Tampines Mall and got a little gift for that somebody. Hope you like it, Happy Birthday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Night falls and I'm really worn out. To the bed now. Gdnite.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14696240-112308138633715763?l=farishino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farishino.blogspot.com/feeds/112308138633715763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14696240&amp;postID=112308138633715763' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14696240/posts/default/112308138633715763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14696240/posts/default/112308138633715763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farishino.blogspot.com/2005/08/its-beautiful-day.html' title='it&apos;s a beautiful day'/><author><name>Farish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16492222873297776492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14696240.post-112304796161262563</id><published>2005-08-03T13:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-03T13:57:17.746+08:00</updated><title type='text'>boo!</title><content type='html'>Am in school now, in the com lab during RE. I was feeling super tired, was dozing through Malay and Maths. Then was History Class Test! &gt;.&lt; Got through it quite well, was rushing through like mad during the last few minutes. I think History is meant for those who are inclined to writing anything and everything, be it utter rubbish. And you get rewarded for that! cool. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was thinking about what happened yesterday in the Malay room. Were talking about relationships, anwaar on his past and the malay guys and all. Yeah, was kinda interesting to hear their stories. And for some reason, there was always some mention of Kamarul? Woah, lucky me I didn't really got that close with him; from what I heard he was kind of a bad influence himself. What mess I would've been in! That's my view, you can have yours too, oh please do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're doing a case study on Old Chang Kee for RE. Hey, here's some food for thought- what is Old Chang Kee famous for? Curry puffs? Yeah you're right. Curry puffs. Yes curry puffs. OR are they called epok-epok? See, what OCK call curry puffs are actually epok-epok. Curry puffs, on the other hand are those triangular shaped pastry which you eat with sambal. Haha get it? Imagine if some non-malay guy were to walk into a malay stall, and ask for curry puffs! Hahaha Enjoy your meal sir! Curry puffs (the traditional ones) are very tasty too. =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Borrowed the Harry Potter and The Chamber of Secrets yesterday, started reading a bit. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Training later, I'm off to lunch now.&lt;br /&gt;Signing off&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14696240-112304796161262563?l=farishino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farishino.blogspot.com/feeds/112304796161262563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14696240&amp;postID=112304796161262563' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14696240/posts/default/112304796161262563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14696240/posts/default/112304796161262563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farishino.blogspot.com/2005/08/boo.html' title='boo!'/><author><name>Farish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16492222873297776492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14696240.post-112300215095526477</id><published>2005-08-02T22:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-03T01:02:51.153+08:00</updated><title type='text'>unbelievable</title><content type='html'>expect the unexpected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AGM postponed -______-"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14696240-112300215095526477?l=farishino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farishino.blogspot.com/feeds/112300215095526477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14696240&amp;postID=112300215095526477' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14696240/posts/default/112300215095526477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14696240/posts/default/112300215095526477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farishino.blogspot.com/2005/08/unbelievable.html' title='unbelievable'/><author><name>Farish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16492222873297776492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14696240.post-112300211187651761</id><published>2005-08-02T20:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-03T23:05:05.336+08:00</updated><title type='text'>August!! =))</title><content type='html'>August! Whee =)) A new month after one hectic July. Monday! Woke up at 11.30, I wanted to join Adly and Azu for pool, but decided against it. Gosh, got a lot of homework to do! Staying at home didn't do any good. I do not know why, for any reason, I simply cannot do my homework at home. I guess it's the environment- the computer (games/MSN and stuff), family (can't concentrate with sis studying in the room as well). Home just doesn't seem like a good place to study in for some reason, I do not understand why. Ended up revising a bit of Maths and finishing up Harry Potter. Did a little brainstorming for history, wanted to get started for Malay Karangan but, well, not today I guess. Then, since I'd finished reading the first Harry Potter Book, Katheryn and me decided to watch the movie we downloaded. It was nice lah, a night movie once in a while. =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday. Woke up late, obviously cos I slept like 2am? Missed the train =( always spoils my mood.. Was alone then. To make matters worse, I forgot to bring my badge! Ah!! First demerit point this semester! It was already 7, I had to look for good options- Scholars and Terence maybe. Caught up with Ian along the way to sch, he got an extra badge so I was safe. Later Pittro lent his to me; he received the sms I sent earlier.. Haha so now I had 2! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come to think of it, such a bad start to August, a month I was looking forward to, could it mean something? Was August going to be bad month for me? NO!! Anw, Dian said that I analyse things too much. Yes I think I do too. The effects of Literature. oh wells -shrugs-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Philo is getting more fun as we go along. I think Mr Au is a really fun teacher.. And cool too! Plays Dota, then watched the Russell Peters vid too! He was doing the, mind you, *WTF* hand sign? Haha that was really cool! Oh man, he rawks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then it was Chem Prac. As usual, once we've done doing the practical itself and have extra time with us, we'll start meddling around with everything. Big time. Poured almost everything in the experiment (egg shell, hydrochloric acid, not to mention distilled water) into a dustbin then I stirred.. hahaha Just to see if there was a bubbly reaction like what we did earlier.. It was fun haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PE!! Volleyball! I like! Group 1 (Lucas, Andrew, Hanson, Me) remains undefeated =)) Later it was recess, Maths pop quiz and Malay. End of day, I knew that if I were to go home I wouldn't do my homework. So I stayed in sch till 5 and completed Maths Assignment. Was in the Malay Room with Syafiq, Khairul and Anwaar; finally I get to play their "party game" or so they called it. =) Had another train ride alone. Well, it had been some time since I last went home on the train alone, today, I had 2 of those rides. Any difference? It gave me more personal space, as if I needed any. Well, it was kinda fun to be alone, something different for once. haha =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Home. Chocolates! Whee =)) I love the start of every month, cos it meant that the refridgerator would be resupplied with chocolates.. Kit Kat, Kinder Bueno, Choco Mint Sweets and Cadbury's Milk Chocolate (I requested for that one, reminded me of Charlie and the Chocolate Factory) =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AGM tom, hope it better not get postponed again. Don't think it will though. Man, gdluck to me again! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;out&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14696240-112300211187651761?l=farishino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farishino.blogspot.com/feeds/112300211187651761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14696240&amp;postID=112300211187651761' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14696240/posts/default/112300211187651761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14696240/posts/default/112300211187651761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farishino.blogspot.com/2005/08/august.html' title='August!! =))'/><author><name>Farish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16492222873297776492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14696240.post-112290276529389317</id><published>2005-07-31T20:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-13T11:01:55.740+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Will. I. Am</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Missed the alarm, woken up by grandma. So decided to do some revising in the bus, went for &lt;em&gt;Tauhid&lt;/em&gt;- it was usually among the topics tested on Day 1. Then I'd finish the paper early so as to get out of class first, and then study for the other paper during an extended recess break. Or so I thought. Unfortunately upon reaching the mosque, found out that &lt;em&gt;Tauhid&lt;/em&gt; was to be tested the week after -.-' So I rushed through the &lt;em&gt;Fiqh&lt;/em&gt; textbook to try to spot the more important areas to be tested and hopefully get as much out of the 5 minutes that I have. I was already so lucky to have a little extra time before the exams started. Done. Then as predicted, or planned whichever way, I finished it first and grabbed the &lt;em&gt;Lughah&lt;/em&gt; book for some last-minute memorising of Arabic words. Met Makmur who was too revising for his next paper. Once done, left for home. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The rest of the fam were going to attend some function so I pretty much wanted to leave home asap. After lunch, left for school. Caught up with Eng How along the way; school was unusually crowded- on a Sunday. Dr William Tan was taking a break when we arrived. Headed to the Malay Room, the guys were there-playing some game. For a second it crossed my mind that they were mad (?) Saw Zwilling H with a couple of friends, didn't notice me though.. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Anw, we decided we're going to run (or walk) together, us malay guys. Yep so we did. At 3, the Sec 3s (coincidental eh?) went for the run as Dr. Tan left his tent to continue with his marathon. Our run consisted of a mixture of sprints, jogs and brisk walks. (how can a RUN be a mixture of these?) Ran for an hour with the guys (a record for myself, though it doesn't seem too great to boast about). And for all the 16 laps I completed them with Dr. Tan by my side. =)) Came across H a couple of times on the track =) I stopped at 4; just one more hour to the finish line now for Dr Tan.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;With under 30 minutes left, the whole school had gathered by the track as Dr Tan came out of his tent to complete the last phase of his journey. I got my cam, took a numerous pics from second level (I was alone up there) as he rounded the track for his 600th lap. The countdown began soonafter I rejoined the rest, and after 24 long hours, Dr William Tan set a new World Record of 607 laps in 24hours in a wheelchair. A Fantasic feat, no doubt, iron-will and determination. I saw the expression on his face as he crossed the finishing line. Relief, joy, fatigue and triumph. He did the impossible. Hats off to you sir, you're one of a kind. Inspiration like no other =))&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;What a way to round up all the events that ever happened on the school Track &amp; Field. This is in fact the LAST major event happening on this track, which is to be demolished anytime soon.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Anyways, went to the market later at night with my parents. Were doing our monthly major shopping, to get new supplies of food and everything. Then, as we were walking around Bedok, my eyes were burning; the drying contacts were irritating them. So I rubbed. Bad move. I felt the contact lens on my left eye moving, the next thing I knew, everything was half-blur. The contacts had dropped! I panicked and told my parents about it while frantically trying to search for it a la Spongebob Squarepants Movie (SBSP: ".. stupid contacts!"). I knew that I didn't drop it, it just shifted out of place. Trying my luck, I tried to pinch under my eyelid and, god knows how I did it, I found my contacts! So went rushed home, every second seemed like a minute as I kept noticing how my contacts were becoming more and more solid; I needed to wet it! I rubbed what seemed like glass by then against my left eyeball, hoping that I would somehow manage a tear or two, that would help. I tried yawning (I did it earlier before, when I was also forcing myself to yawn, by holding my breath, so that I could produce tears which may keep the contacts from getting too dry). Alas I reached home, rushed to my room, placed the hard contact lens in the storage container and squirted the saline solution to it. It was saved! Relieved to see the contacts soft again, I went off, still half-blurred, to help my parents with the groceries. Too much running for a day I guess..Thank God there's no school tom. Really need a good night's sleep. I'm out..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14696240-112290276529389317?l=farishino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farishino.blogspot.com/feeds/112290276529389317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14696240&amp;postID=112290276529389317' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14696240/posts/default/112290276529389317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14696240/posts/default/112290276529389317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farishino.blogspot.com/2005/07/will-i-am.html' title='Will. I. Am'/><author><name>Farish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16492222873297776492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14696240.post-112282859414235242</id><published>2005-07-31T03:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-01T21:01:58.763+08:00</updated><title type='text'>missed out</title><content type='html'>Headed for Tampines Mall with the fam in the late afternoon. Had early dinner at Food Junction, omg the food there was so tasty- had spaghetti with bits of fried chicken in it (yum!). Saw Akrab again in the mall. Received a message from Khairul later, asking me if I was sleeping over in sch in support of the Dr. William Tan's record-breaking 24hr wheelchair marathon around the school track. Told my parents about it, and I got their permission initially. Went home later, hurried to grab the stuff I needed for a night out. Dunno what struck my parents, they came into the room and gave me a tongue-lashing (cos of homework). I was really down after that, how many times do you get to night out in school over the weekend? No Will Tan for me that night; bad-mood while I stayed awake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With nothing to do in mind, decided to finish up a couple pieces of homework, then on to the com. Another 2 hours of runescape, it was already 3.45. Madrasah exams later, haven't really revised. To make things worse, can't remember the topics tested.. Oh dear &gt;.&lt; Will wake up a little earlier to flip through the pages.. Off to bed now..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14696240-112282859414235242?l=farishino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farishino.blogspot.com/feeds/112282859414235242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14696240&amp;postID=112282859414235242' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14696240/posts/default/112282859414235242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14696240/posts/default/112282859414235242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farishino.blogspot.com/2005/07/missed-out.html' title='missed out'/><author><name>Farish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16492222873297776492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14696240.post-112270409628917610</id><published>2005-07-30T13:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-01T00:52:11.286+08:00</updated><title type='text'>mom's gonna kill me for this</title><content type='html'>So I slept early. Early in the morn that is. 4am to 1.30pm. I'm soo not disciplined.. It all began at 11.30pm, when I decided to play Runescape. -.-' When I looked at my clock again later, it was already 4. &gt;.&lt; Sighs.. Just woke up, rushed straight to the com.. My mum would have killed me if she didn't have morning shift..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad bought the Fantastic 4 the pirated version. Haha I so wanted to watch it again!! It was quite obvious though, the guy had video-recorded the movie in the cinema; could hear laughters during the funnier scenes.. And there was even a part which was totally left out. Lucky to have watched the original version, it was waay better than the pirated one. And speaking of F4, imagine how cool it would be if we had superpowers.. Me want! Me want!! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crappy. Hmm, people call me crappy.. I get their meaning; nonsense and stuff. However. the fact of the matter is that crap is a vulgarity, which carries the same meaning as ur faeces. Crapping means to defecate. And crappy, means extremely poor in quality. I'm not sure if people know this but, haha just an fyi. Your call..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, so I'm off to breakfast now. No wait, it's lunch already.. -.-'&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14696240-112270409628917610?l=farishino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farishino.blogspot.com/feeds/112270409628917610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14696240&amp;postID=112270409628917610' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14696240/posts/default/112270409628917610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14696240/posts/default/112270409628917610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farishino.blogspot.com/2005/07/moms-gonna-kill-me-for-this.html' title='mom&apos;s gonna kill me for this'/><author><name>Farish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16492222873297776492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14696240.post-112264810559974112</id><published>2005-07-29T22:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-01T00:51:41.780+08:00</updated><title type='text'>brain gone nuts</title><content type='html'>Okay, Friday's craziness had just struck me. I've made up a friend for myself. Katheryn Melissa Addams, my girlfriend! =)) And I have her contact no in my phone!&gt;.&lt; Wheee!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imaginations can be fun at times, and it certainly is now!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14696240-112264810559974112?l=farishino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farishino.blogspot.com/feeds/112264810559974112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14696240&amp;postID=112264810559974112' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14696240/posts/default/112264810559974112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14696240/posts/default/112264810559974112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farishino.blogspot.com/2005/07/brain-gone-nuts.html' title='brain gone nuts'/><author><name>Farish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16492222873297776492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14696240.post-112264613288491044</id><published>2005-07-29T21:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-30T16:51:55.650+08:00</updated><title type='text'>joyful</title><content type='html'>Friday! Ah finally!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sch's nothing more than norm; was a kind of a slack throughout. Started with Dennis' Philo, then Malay- supposed to stage a skit. Cikgu told us to redo. -.-' Erm, okay.. Snoozed through History and Maths later.. Had to buy coffee at the shop on the way to Mosque or I'd just doze off throughout the prayers later.. Haha, Lucky I did cos poor Iylia, (who was beside me in the mosque), a slight push and he would've collapsed asleep in the midst of prayers.. His eyes were soo half-open (sounds familiar eh?) and he was kinda wobbly.. Anw, the day ended with SS make-up class and left at 4.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, I just spoke to the Yahoo! Sg ad teacher just now.. Not that she noes me or the other way round; I just had the urge to talk to her. You see, if you were to go to the Yahoo! Singapore web, there's this Advertisement on Sponsor Results? Yes the lady in that ad looked like her, seriously. Unfortunately she claimed that she wasn't =( Nonetheless I still got to talk to her! Woohooo!! SCORE!! =))))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always look forward to something funny happening of Fridays.. Fridays are fun days! That time it was like pure craziness, everything and everyone went jokes, jokes and jokes! Last week, I had a super long afternoon nap! I was looking forward for another one of those, unfortunately it didn't happen, reached home at around 5 by which I was more in the mood to stone in front of the com then risk waking up in the early morn again. I'm definitely gonna bed early tonight though.. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I downloaded Harry Potter and The Sorceror's Stone!! *shhhh!!!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nick von Klock. I think he rawks big time.. Was my mentor at DowJones (gosh I'm soo thankful I went there and met him). Now he's like my Mr. English.. His command of the language is so OMG!! I'd do anything to have him sit for my tests man! NVK, you rock my socks always! SALUTE! =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh man I soo want to eat Chocolate Prata! Mummy! Tomorrow kay? =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really thought that SO7 was like THE best Indon band.. Till I discovered Peter Pan; recently. Not to take anything from SO7, they're produce very good music, but Peter Pan rawks!! Mind me, but I haven't been listening to Indon music so I'm a bit behind. But still.. PETER PAN!! AAHHHH!!! wheee!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ada apa denganmu? =)))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14696240-112264613288491044?l=farishino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farishino.blogspot.com/feeds/112264613288491044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14696240&amp;postID=112264613288491044' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14696240/posts/default/112264613288491044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14696240/posts/default/112264613288491044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farishino.blogspot.com/2005/07/joyful.html' title='joyful'/><author><name>Farish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16492222873297776492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14696240.post-112254619394040632</id><published>2005-07-28T17:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-28T18:32:49.046+08:00</updated><title type='text'>smiling again</title><content type='html'>On a brighter note, today went pretty well. Bio quiz was no more than a MUG, no- it was pure memory. Word for word, every sentence found on the paper was exactly the way it was put in the notes. I should, hopefully, get around 27 out of 30. -shrugs- Handed in the Malay Karangan today phew! =) I was half awake in the midst of History class; CLE was kinda fun. Haha we were watching like this music video for an AIDS fund campaign or something. There were like those popular artistes singing in that vid. Then Mrs Lim showed it all over again cos we wanted to, then we were like asking her if she had like the real music videos of those artistes.. We went like "hey, show us Toxic!No, how bout so and so.." Then Leon Thye went, "Show us Speed of Sound!!" Whole LT went silent. Like -__-".. *smashes forehead*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes and finally Marcus, Aaron and I formed the FAM clique! Classmates for 3 years already, we have that strong friendship bond no doubt about it. Talk about multi-racial ties.. No separating us nonetheless! =)) Love ya guys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finished 3rd bottle of Tobasco sauce in under 1 month. Am gonna get milk soon.. yum!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Puteri by Zainal Abidin =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursdays are my fave days!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OC!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14696240-112254619394040632?l=farishino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farishino.blogspot.com/feeds/112254619394040632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14696240&amp;postID=112254619394040632' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14696240/posts/default/112254619394040632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14696240/posts/default/112254619394040632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farishino.blogspot.com/2005/07/smiling-again.html' title='smiling again'/><author><name>Farish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16492222873297776492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14696240.post-112245363478517302</id><published>2005-07-27T16:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-27T17:52:42.726+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Beyond Limits</title><content type='html'>A late night convo with Humairah made me realise my mistakes all this while. Looking back, I am really embarrassed by my very own actions; I deeply apologise for all I've done or said which had in someway, offended others. I feel lousy again. It started with disbelief, unable to come to terms with reality and the plain truth. It led to anger.. then hatred.. vengeance. I was extreme. It was the mixed emotions of hatred and anger, coupled with vindictiveness which made me just want to humiliate &lt;em&gt;her&lt;/em&gt; at will. Initially it was no more than a laugh, now it's gotten too far. All the things I've said and done; these were really humiliating acts meant to hurt, not to heal the wounds that remained. Constantly swearing whenever her name was mentioned, the savage remarks out of pure disgust- nobody deserved to be a target for such abhorrence. Gosh, we're humans no matter what wrong we do; I'm so very sorry I ever took things beyond its limits. Went simply out of control; barbaric I was. I accept any criticisms anyone involved had or has of me, my actions were plain inhumane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My utmost apologies once again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14696240-112245363478517302?l=farishino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farishino.blogspot.com/feeds/112245363478517302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14696240&amp;postID=112245363478517302' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14696240/posts/default/112245363478517302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14696240/posts/default/112245363478517302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farishino.blogspot.com/2005/07/beyond-limits.html' title='Beyond Limits'/><author><name>Farish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16492222873297776492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14696240.post-112238879176823412</id><published>2005-07-26T22:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-31T23:31:10.463+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Impossible</title><content type='html'>Okay, tried my luck just now. Had a chat with her, went so-so. Read her blog. Haha, no way. ICSD fever is SO not possible. No way I guess. Randomness it really was. A little sad, but still yeah. Impossible. Oh wells, I guess ICSD fever's gone. But what if I see her again tom? *Farish, time to get your mind off these things, impossible IS impossible*. Man, this is definitely one of my weaknesses- my feelings for others. This one's tougher than it seemed.. No fair! =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wo ai! Wo ai!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is life I guess..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14696240-112238879176823412?l=farishino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farishino.blogspot.com/feeds/112238879176823412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14696240&amp;postID=112238879176823412' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14696240/posts/default/112238879176823412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14696240/posts/default/112238879176823412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farishino.blogspot.com/2005/07/impossible.html' title='Impossible'/><author><name>Farish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16492222873297776492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14696240.post-112238466480600788</id><published>2005-07-26T21:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-26T21:36:15.030+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Random</title><content type='html'>Banana, Watermelon, Guava, Honeydew- fruits I've been consuming for the past week. Lol, I'm so not Dr Nutriton (refers to the Bio quiz on Nutrition in Animals. Lol again). Anw, AGM postponed to next Wednesday. -.-' Got that news almost immediately after I remarked about it being held after the Lecture tom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just realised that I haven't been watching T.V that often anymore. Only once per week I guess? For OC =) But hey, it made me reflect on what I've been doing the rest of the time. Sitting down in front of the computer, and- yeah, basically that. MSN, Friendster and now Blogger are a must whenever I turn the com on. Should I change my blog template? Can't find a suitable one yet; I'm quite happy with the current anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes met Akrab in the train on the way home just now, was going lanning at Tampines; I met Hakeem in school earlier, HE was going to play X-Box at Dhoby Ghaut. It's in their blood I guess.. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yamies commented yesterday that I was Ah Lian cos I kept taking pics of myself. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh man, I've suddenly got the urge to go download Indon music (kids, please do NOT try this at home, it's illegal). Pittro! Daud! Samuel! Help me list down all the nice songs please!! I like! I like!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Late night today. Anybody wanna keep company?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14696240-112238466480600788?l=farishino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farishino.blogspot.com/feeds/112238466480600788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14696240&amp;postID=112238466480600788' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14696240/posts/default/112238466480600788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14696240/posts/default/112238466480600788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farishino.blogspot.com/2005/07/random.html' title='Random'/><author><name>Farish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16492222873297776492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14696240.post-112238187174519424</id><published>2005-07-26T20:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-26T21:44:00.440+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ladedum</title><content type='html'>Didn't start the day well, was raining quite heavily and missed the usual train. Fortunately there was Kuang Hao, so it wasn't that bad. School day passed quite quickly or so it seemed. I've gotta say this, Mr. JD. You're nothing more than a nuisance in class, and for 3 terms this year, I have been patient. But recently, I think I've had enough of your attitude. What do you mean by grabbing someone else's stationery and just toying around with it as if it was yours? The way I saw it, you were never gonna return it if I hadn't glared at you, trying somehow to get across to you the fact that your actions could be labelled as stealing? And what's with you and NL, stealing out of class in the midst of class, only to return with your mouth full of food? Hey, I'm not trying to be Mr. Discipline, but I really feel you've gone over the limit. Class would definitely be much more peaceful without your presence. Please fall sick? I really need you to 'pon' school or like get sick and have a week's MC? That'll really help, thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caught up with Syafiq, Anwaar and Khairul and went home together. And Khairul, don't feel so bad yeah? Really, it may seem a bit too much but, he didn't mean it that way k? It was a joke, sorry if you felt hurt or anything. Cheer up k? =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, went to Marrybrown with the fam later; we really enjoy eating out together. RI Lecture tomorrow, 2 hours of stoning then Physics Quiz. Then RE. RE? Headmaster said we were dismissed immediately after the lecture. No fair. Oh yeah there's gonna be AGM tom.. *wink wink* Gdluck to me =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ICSD fever is still on; it's impossible I keep telling myself. Very random, yet interesting. I really hate it when life is playing tricks on you. Or maybe I do like it. hehe -shrugs-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Malay Karangan now. (What did I tell ya?) Alright I'm out..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14696240-112238187174519424?l=farishino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farishino.blogspot.com/feeds/112238187174519424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14696240&amp;postID=112238187174519424' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14696240/posts/default/112238187174519424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14696240/posts/default/112238187174519424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farishino.blogspot.com/2005/07/ladedum.html' title='Ladedum'/><author><name>Farish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16492222873297776492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14696240.post-112229839043356111</id><published>2005-07-25T20:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-25T21:33:10.443+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Monday-ness</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Today&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The school week started with us having 2 free periods- English and Maths. Physics was yet another A.Lim Sr/ A.Lim Jr war, Mr. Lim was super stressed out. Can't blame him, come to think of it, Physics IS quite hard to teach. -shrugs- Had Bio, then Chem. Nothing interesting really happened; I was really tired though. Man I hate it when I do not feel so energetic, especially in the morns. Started on Ckg Salinah's Malay Karangan which was due some, 3 weeks ago? Oh wells, I'll finish it later. Then there's Hist Essay, Maths Assignment and a few others on my to-be-completed list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had training today, couldn't do much though- Rugby C Div had their match so they pretty much occupied the field. Throwing practise was really fun. Then after I joined a couple of seniors; were playing our very own baseball game-super fun =) Mark, Kuang Hao, Yamies and me went to 7-11 to grab some drinks then I went home with Kuang Hao. Both of us felt sick after that, think we drank too much.. Walked home in the rain, drenched. Reminded me of the scene in &lt;em&gt;Sepet. &lt;/em&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was super hungry when I got home, had dinner immediately. Am munching some of McDonald's Popcorn (found only in Malaysia) to keep me up through the night. Planning to finish up karangan later. Planning, I said planning. hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh Oh OH!!! I think ICSD!! Haha figure it out yourself =) It's just this sudden feeling you know, that ICSD.. Haha Man, ICUSD!!, if you're reading this.. Yes, yes IRCUSD!! No kidding =) This is very, very random but it's true!!! Can't help it =))) What did you do? haha. Nvm, ISCUSD!! Yay!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday-ness&lt;br /&gt;-shrugs- =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14696240-112229839043356111?l=farishino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farishino.blogspot.com/feeds/112229839043356111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14696240&amp;postID=112229839043356111' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14696240/posts/default/112229839043356111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14696240/posts/default/112229839043356111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farishino.blogspot.com/2005/07/monday-ness.html' title='Monday-ness'/><author><name>Farish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16492222873297776492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14696240.post-112225638174098892</id><published>2005-07-25T09:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-25T15:07:47.336+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Again</title><content type='html'>Yesterday, 24th July marked by granddad's 71th birthday. Woke up, still couldn't come to terms with the fun I had the day before with Anwaar and Syafiq. =) Was home alone from noon onwards; the rest of the fam was away looking from presents. I was at home doing homework. Rightt, I didn't touch them (them, not it) at all. Ended up just slacking the whole day, stoning in front of the com MSNing with friends as well as browsing through the pics we took on Saturday and just reminiscing. Left for the airport at around evening for the celebrations. Went to Popeye's Chicken and Biscuits for dinner, and I must say the food there was great, everyone was really satisfied. Then came presents, and off to Swensens for some dessert- ice-cream. The setting was really beautiful, not necessarily breathtaking, but sweet and simple. Just watching the planes together, as a whole family, it was really beautiful. It'll definitely make a romantic outing for a couple. =) I was hoping for something exciting, maybe some Final Destination-esque plane crash in midair, but unfortunately or fortunately, didn't happen. Took some pics, then headed home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This may be a little confusing. Okay, you want to know why you're feeling a certain way, but somehow you just cannot find an explanation for it. &lt;em&gt;She&lt;/em&gt; called yesterday, and of all the times, in the midst of the celebrations. I wasn't ready to give my explanations about everything. I just could not put it into words cos whatever I went through was a big jumble of mixed feelings and thoughts. Coupled by the series of events that happened, I don't think I'll ever be able to find a suitable explanation for whatever that happened. I'm sick of having to worry about her all the time, when I didn't need to and shouldn't have. Was too late when I finally accepted the truth- The realisations that this was all a huge waste. I need a break, please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a brighter note I guess it made me a stronger person on the inside, and the invaluable inexperience I've obtained, yes it'll definitely come in handy. What's done is done, nothing can change the past nor completely erase the mistakes I've made. At least I've learnt my lesson, I hope. I've said it before and I'll say it again- I was unprepared, yet ambitious. Sighs. Oh wells, at least now I have the capacity to enjoy the other things in life- my friends especially =) I guess I'll save the cards baring "relationships" and "commitments" for the future, years from today. For the "friendships" and "freedom" cards- yes, I'm playing those now. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14696240-112225638174098892?l=farishino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farishino.blogspot.com/feeds/112225638174098892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14696240&amp;postID=112225638174098892' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14696240/posts/default/112225638174098892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14696240/posts/default/112225638174098892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farishino.blogspot.com/2005/07/again.html' title='Again'/><author><name>Farish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16492222873297776492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14696240.post-112220046173964655</id><published>2005-07-24T18:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-24T18:23:25.696+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Craziness. Pure Madness.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Friday Morning.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beyond madness. Couldn’t sleep even after an hour plus in bed. Got about an hour and half of sleep I guess, but woke up as fresh as ever. Tried to recall if there was an explanation for this queerness.. Coffee.. -.-’ *smacks forehead* Yep, bio quiz first thing in the morn. Followed by another one of Mr Andrew Lim vs. Andrew Lim Jr Physics lesson. Man, I pity them both.. Malay- boring, day ended with Maths.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went for Friday Prayers for first time in 3 weeks due to the knee injury. Went home straight after. I guess then my caffeine supply had depleted, knocked out at 5. zzz.. The next thing I knew was that I woke up, lights all out.. I was like trying to figure out what actually happened before taking the so-called afternoon nap.. It was already 1.45 in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Madness!! Almost a 9-hour ‘nap’? Reminded me of the oxygen debt thingi we learnt in Bio, except that this was a sleep debt. Man, came online to see if there was anyone I could talk to for a while. None, so stoned for a bit then re-slept at 3.30.. Woke up at 9 in the morn, totaling some 14hrs of sleep? Was cool, 17 hours without food! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Towning!! =)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright so later, at around 1.15, met up with Syafiq at Simei. We’re going towning! =) Taufiq Azim had soo wanted to join us, it was soo unfortunate his neighbour passed away that day itself. Unlucky him.. Joined Anwaar at Orchard, and we went to meet up with some CGS girls.. Not that I knew any of them, Anwaar was meeting Nad, and Nad was with her friends, so yeah, met them at BK. Shared some Onion Rings and off we went to Far East Plaza. We were like walking in a train formation you know? The CGS girls, A&amp;N, then Syafiq and I. I was so-called dating Syafiq =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We (CGS and us) left A&amp;amp;N to walk alone together (contradicting phrase).. So Syafiq and I towned around for a while. Went to Wisma, Takashimaya &amp; Heeren. Wanted to meet up with Humairah and friends at Heeren (Syafiq saw them at Far East a while ago) but they left as soon as we got there. Went window-shopping, saw some really nice clothes (but uber expensive) there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We soon left to catch up with Anwaar, planned to meet at Plaza Singapura to play pool. Was super crowded there, waiting list was longer than ever. Resorted to a couple of arcade games. Was fun anyway, Syafiq was pro =) Was then when we were leaving that we started taking pics. =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Decided to go back to PS. We were getting hungry, so we headed for Pizza Hut. I was against the idea initially, really felt that BK was cheaper and quite filling. The lure of Syafiq absorbing some of the cost and the fact that I haven’t eaten there in like ages made me decide otherwise, though I felt quite bad. Anyways, it was really fun.. Heh, talked about like anything and everything, the food was great! There was Tobasco Sauce too!! =) I insisted Syafiq and Anwaar try some; I finished the remainder in that bottle, knowing very well that there was a risk of heartburns. Well worth the try.. =) Took a few snapshots as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we decided to walk around PS, headed to World of Sports, checked out some really cool footwear and sports equipment. The gloves there were really nice!! I want!! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stopped by Popular; took loads of pics there!! =) Rummaged through almost every section there finding anything that’s funny and worth posing with. =) Spent like almost half an hour there, then the gents! Photo-taking again!! Whee!! Was really funny..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was already 6 by then, so we headed to the MRT station. Took the train to Marina Bay, when the train was 80% empty. Guess what? More pics! Used up my card’s full capacity 41 pics in total! =)&lt;br /&gt;Overall, it was much better than expected. Enjoyed every minute of it, and more importantly, spent some good quality time with my friends. Was beyond satisfaction. Thanks guys for making Sat such a wonderful experience! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16MB of pics in one day. =) Spent like an hour afterwards just talking about the fun we had through MSN. Was a great day. Couldn’t have enjoyed more =) Looking forward to next time! Gonna be another blast!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FAST towners! yeah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here’s the gallery:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imagestation.com/album/?id=2123759879"&gt;http://www.imagestation.com/album/?id=2123759879&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14696240-112220046173964655?l=farishino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farishino.blogspot.com/feeds/112220046173964655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14696240&amp;postID=112220046173964655' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14696240/posts/default/112220046173964655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14696240/posts/default/112220046173964655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farishino.blogspot.com/2005/07/craziness-pure-madness.html' title='Craziness. Pure Madness.'/><author><name>Farish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16492222873297776492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14696240.post-112196644710509795</id><published>2005-07-22T02:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-23T03:17:42.520+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Farishino: Reloaded</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Today can never been greater. After more than 7 long moths of pure ZIP, I've finally rediscovered something which I'd missed so dearly ever since my last post on 31st December 2004 at &lt;a href="http://4evainhumane.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://4evainhumane.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;. The fire's burning again. Try as I might, I just simply cannot resist the urge to blog again and just let everything out- my life, my thoughts, everything. And for a start, to have farishino as my blog spot, that's uber cool.. For a change, I'll cut down on vulgarities (for you madame), I'll try to be as sensitive towards others' and make sure whatever's found in my blog does NOT offend anybody whatsoever. =) Alright GREAT! So now everything's me.. ME, ME and ME.. Now if you'll allow me, my fingers wanna dance.. And BADLY =) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Alright term 3 begins.. To tell you the plain truth, I've NEVER had a term like this before in my days in RI.. It's a whole new me we're talking about, and I'm enjoying every minute of it.. I mean come on! - Broadband, my phone's back, got the nicest haircut I've ever had, being hyperfied for some reason, coldplay, tobasco sauce, taking photographs, and the list just goes on.. This is definitely one of my favourite periods in my life. And I don't want it all to end, please.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;You know, Semester 1 has made me realise something. I'm taking my days in RI for granted. Really. I've got less than 18 months in this institution, and I'm only talking about the pleasure of being in this wonderful school. But what about results? Studies? What we come here for? Reality struck me hard like a bullet through the heart.. (it rhymes) The future. Being in The Raffles Programme, it has given me another reason for not being serious about my studies. And I took it for granted.. No Os, so what? What about the As? Mr Andrew Lim, yeah, I hated him like totally during semester 1. Reminds me of Mr Kelwyn Ng, except that for his case I was just making fun of his so-called femininity? But for the both of them, I just got too distracted by the teachers themselves, that I didn't give a **** about the content of their lessons. I hardly paid full attention. And with so little time set aside for revision, it was plain suicide. My Maths during the second semester last year, my parents would've killed me had I scored a mark less. And it's like a chain reaction you know, I get the foundations screwed up, and it's taking its toll; I am now having difficulties in Maths (I don't know if this is 100% true) for the first time in my life. The words of Mr. Andrew Lim, talking about what would happen if I were to continue like this, has really made me realise my mistake all this while. Life has been too simple for me. Where's the hunger to compete and score as much as I can, a trait which earned me a place in this institution? I've gotta worry about my studies. Oh yes I do. I've gotta change my habits, period. And targets for the end of year? I'll strive for 3.5 GPA. That's a challenge, with my GPA for semester 1 under 3.0 (yikes). I can do this. Wish me luck..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;**&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I've been thinking. Hard, recently. About relationships. No, I shan't go into the details of my personal experience, but I just want to know why we teenagers want to get attached. What is the thing behind it that makes people want to get attached and engage in Boy-Girl Relationships? Is it just out of fun, curiousity, coolness, or is there really a sincere connection? Obviously relationships involve feelings. I really wonder how people can go on suffering heartbreaks, one after another, when relationships go wrong. Isn’t the pain of losing someone, whom you have feelings for, a little unbearable at times? Like a quote I once came across, “Loving someone is like having a tree in your heart. The more you try to pull it out, the more it hurts”. Even then, why do teenagers go on, taking their chances, when deep down they know that they’re chasing something which simply cannot last. I do not see the logic behind it. I do not mean that teenage relationships will not and cannot last. But for teenagers in general, I think that is the case. If you ask me, all I can say is that we’re unprepared. We’re too young. We want to try out things that we’ve never done before. We wanna experience this, that, and blah blah. We would love to have relationships, but aren’t prepared mentally to commit ourselves to the responsibilities of being another’s partner. We’re still in that discovery mode, where we learn about ourselves as an individual. Tell me, how do we actually know if whatever we’re feeling for another individual is really true love? I can’t really say much as I’ve never been attached before, but was very close to having one. Even so, I must say that once you’ve gotten yourself into that hole, it’ll be difficult to climb out again. The feeling of regret and sadness makes you feel lousy. Fortunately, I think I was able to get over it asap; I definitely would not want to get myself in that situation again. I guess we do not know what is it that we want for ourselves in the future. Nonetheless the experience of having BGRs goes a long way. Look at it from another point of view, the advantages of experience. For a person who went through a rough period before, to handle and manage a similar one again would be nothing more than fishcake. It’s only gonna make us stronger and better people in the future. So having relationships might not neccessarily be a totally bad thing at all. Heh, suddenly I’ve become this philosopher or something.. So much for me, me and me.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It has been a crazy month since the new school term started. And one of the habits I’ve recently picked up is taking photographs. These photos may seem as something out of fun and may not mean much right now, but in say, 10 years time, they’re nothing less than invaluable. I’ve realised this when I left 2E at the end of last year. If only I could turn back time and relish all the moments that we’ve shared. All the happiness and joy, encaptured into these graphics. It just reminds us of everything which we went through in the past, with friends and all. And speaking of friends, I’ve just realised something which is as invaluable and should indeed be treasured as long as we are alive. Friendships (Not BGRs please). There is a huge gap between a plain friend and a lifelong buddy. A true friend is someone whom you’d trust your life with no matter what the situation is. A true friend feels the pain and comforts you, at the same time giving you that little bit of encouragement and a morale boost to help you get on with life. In other words, a true friend is someone who’ll always be there and can be counted on when things are going bad. I’ve realised that now is the perfect time for us to foster strong relationships with one another. I am trying to spend as much quality time as possible with my friends to forge really strong friendship bonds between us. People like Marcus, Khairul, Syafiq, Anwaar, Taufiq and those whom I’ve not mentioned but still are my friends, I’d really hope we’d be able to be like this in the future. Those times- train rides together, taking the super long route to Bishan MRT station and stopping by shops to get snacks along the way, I really cherished those moments and enjoyed every second of it. That is the beauty of having true friends. I’m thankful to have guys like you around. Love ya’ll =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;**&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm hanging out at Orchard more often these days. Went to town with my mom a couple of occasions recently. She makes a wonderful towning partner. =) Oh yes, finally have been going out with friends too. Heh, meine trillinge! D&amp;H!! Went out with them last Saturday. We wanted to watch Fantastic 4 so badly. H unfortunately had some interview so Madame D and me watched F4 at Lido. Was really cool, first time we've actually met one-on-one since I've gotten to know her; previously I did not know her so it was natural that I hardly noticed if we had met before. She saw me a number of times when she was still living in Tampines. Oh well.. Movie was great, enjoyed every minute of it. Then D and me were like walking around Orchard aimlessly, and boy it was real fun! =) H joined us later, went to Long John Silver's for tea. Overall, though we hardly did much, it was fun meeting up with the both of the them for the first time. So far I've never done anything like that at all (hanging out around town with friends, as friends).. Yeah so it was cool, a first for me. This Sat, Anwaar, Syafiq, Taufiq and I are planning to go towning. =) Yeah, it's gonna be a heck of a time! Looking forward to that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Alright, it's 2.35 in the morn, got school in 5 hours time, gonna get some sleep soon. Watched OC just now, it was a really nice show, with a good storyline. I love the OC.. haha. Man, I would love to continue typing (there's plenty more to talk about), but I guess I'll save that for another time yeah? My fingers are worked out now and I've got Bio quiz first thing in the morning tomorrow. Great then! Am very satisfied that I got to blog again. Yay! Goodnight then!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14696240-112196644710509795?l=farishino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farishino.blogspot.com/feeds/112196644710509795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14696240&amp;postID=112196644710509795' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14696240/posts/default/112196644710509795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14696240/posts/default/112196644710509795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farishino.blogspot.com/2005/07/farishino-reloaded.html' title='Farishino: Reloaded'/><author><name>Farish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16492222873297776492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
