<?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-8336100834477180964</id><updated>2011-07-31T12:14:49.679+08:00</updated><category term='Introduction'/><category term='back'/><category term='disturbing'/><category term='herman li'/><category term='School on Saturdays'/><category term='bentley'/><category term=':)'/><category term='im an ffk-er. sad...'/><category term='no go?'/><category term='retarded'/><category term='Psychology'/><category term='test'/><category term='smog'/><category term='Ascendancy of Metal'/><category term='mentos'/><category term='ouch'/><category term='New Member'/><category term='dragonforce'/><category term='rolling'/><category term='concert'/><category term='Win got the worse end...'/><category term='affluenza'/><category term='ibanez'/><category term='dance'/><category term='primary'/><category term='School'/><category term='pics'/><category term='ssv.'/><category term='*smiles*'/><category term='Newbie. x)'/><category term='wrong'/><category term='Bye world'/><category term='skip'/><category term='More Nonsense'/><category term='encore'/><category term='kuali terbakar'/><category term='weeee'/><category term='lol'/><category term='slow'/><category term='Its only 3.40 am'/><category term='drum'/><category term='replyy'/><category term='solo'/><category term='coke'/><category term='The longest post of all eternity'/><category term='pond'/><category term='talked'/><category term='50hrs'/><category term='scary'/><category term='clinic'/><category term='pollution'/><category term='I love the holidays.'/><category term='please :)'/><category term='bb band'/><category term='sot-ed class'/><category term='twister'/><category term='gay-shas'/><category term='go?'/><title type='text'>The Contagious S.S.V.™</title><subtitle type='html'>Description... Let me put it in short, this is a blog created by me. Joined venture with Sherwin. You do the math and read the crap we have here. It explains EVERYTHING. So... Here's me, Tissue and Win to talk about our dull lives and make it interesting with us in it! Woo!

~Shredlet~
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.:: WOO ::.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ssvirus.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8336100834477180964/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ssvirus.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8336100834477180964/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Tissue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05886340281484841095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xMFGJv_wWXQ/SaViAArHuqI/AAAAAAAAAeM/yhp_jcoyf3I/S220/nails.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>645</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8336100834477180964.post-7504524373495705688</id><published>2010-02-19T00:47:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-19T00:48:06.089+08:00</updated><title type='text'>every beginning has an ending</title><content type='html'>and sadly enough, this is the end of the SSV™ blog. =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;started waaaaay back in June 2007 when i met cheryl leeee. hahaha, and when we had nothing better to do. my apologies for not blogging as much as she did. didnt have much to share with the onlining crowd. and thankyou cheryl too, for letting me be a part of this even though i didnt contribute very much. x) will be sure to not let the friendship drift without the blog around. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had loads of fun doing the graphics and backgrounds for the blog. edited templates and all. awesome stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, i guess this will be its last few posts, unless of course, we decide to open it again. thanks for tuning in, but i guess this is it. bye ssv. bye dandelion. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;-win&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Post #654&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8336100834477180964-7504524373495705688?l=ssvirus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ssvirus.blogspot.com/feeds/7504524373495705688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8336100834477180964&amp;postID=7504524373495705688&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8336100834477180964/posts/default/7504524373495705688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8336100834477180964/posts/default/7504524373495705688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ssvirus.blogspot.com/2010/02/every-beginning-has-ending.html' title='every beginning has an ending'/><author><name>win</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08529120638345298470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VSOulOEHB38/SjZyVkhZmkI/AAAAAAAAAKA/wva29u4WnNg/S220/13092008(010)-001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8336100834477180964.post-3414602468048226508</id><published>2010-02-19T00:34:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-19T00:42:24.465+08:00</updated><title type='text'>From Tissue, with love?</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;I'm so so so so so sorry I've been neglecting our little blog. Can you all please forgive me?&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because of this tragic fact, we have decided to end the life of this long forsaken website. http://ssvirus.blogspot.com Of course, this site will still be here, for old time sake... For the love of the memories, for the sake of being able to FIND certain dates and information... It will be here. I'm sorry too Dandelion. :( Poor, Dandelion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sherwinwin, I guess we've had this blog since we met actually. This blog is 4 years old and will grow old. However, there will be no more blogging here. It will grow old alone with our little Dandelion. It's nice being your blogmate and geekmate. I guess we can still look into geekiness in other area, can we not? &lt;strikethrough&gt;TotalWebShit&lt;/strikethrough&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To the blog followers, I'm sure you've been decreasing in number since the frequent pauses in our updates. Can you all please forgive us for letting this blog go?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ps. You can follow me on &lt;a href="http://twitter.com/gummyzombie"&gt;twitter&lt;/a&gt;. Since its all one liners. Hopefully that will stay alive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LIVE LONG, SSV. And Prosper. :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8336100834477180964-3414602468048226508?l=ssvirus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ssvirus.blogspot.com/feeds/3414602468048226508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8336100834477180964&amp;postID=3414602468048226508&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8336100834477180964/posts/default/3414602468048226508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8336100834477180964/posts/default/3414602468048226508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ssvirus.blogspot.com/2010/02/from-tissue-with-love.html' title='From Tissue, with love?'/><author><name>Tissue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05886340281484841095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xMFGJv_wWXQ/SaViAArHuqI/AAAAAAAAAeM/yhp_jcoyf3I/S220/nails.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8336100834477180964.post-2065157424030573093</id><published>2010-01-23T00:09:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-23T00:19:56.975+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Okaayyy</title><content type='html'>Hello everyone. Sorry I can't update specific dates cause... I don't really have the time and the will. Everyone's pretty much drained this week. But there are a FEW things that get me by the day. I guess some people realized that I've been a bit quieter lately... :/ I don't know why, but maybe its a good thing? Or maybe that's just temporary... But yeah... School starting to suck again. Sighs... But there's always a great part to it. The people. And... The person I get to text all day :p Other than that... Gosh.. There's just so much to absorb. And the lessons don't wait for you. What if I'm slow? Not like its going to be any different in art stream... Screw Mr Kiang (If you know who I mean. Lol) if I actually go to a different class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grrrhh... I'm so pissed at school... I sit alone. With no glasses. With a manwoman teacher thats just at my neck. And... You know I love band. But after a long day... It's not something I look forward to anymore? However... After it I always feel great. :) I've been told that I'm playing for band com though. o.O Should I? I think I quite maafaan to the whole world. ANd if I play it wouldn't really benefit anyone right? I mean, it will kill me and the formation. I wanna be a part of it.. But...  I don't know whether I can take anymore. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than thatt... everythings been really good. And I mean really. Okay maybe not that great la But good. Some stuff are great. But then you know.. 1901 the great hotdog quite expensive.... Sighss..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eh Shannon... TALLYHOO xD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8336100834477180964-2065157424030573093?l=ssvirus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ssvirus.blogspot.com/feeds/2065157424030573093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8336100834477180964&amp;postID=2065157424030573093&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8336100834477180964/posts/default/2065157424030573093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8336100834477180964/posts/default/2065157424030573093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ssvirus.blogspot.com/2010/01/okaayyy.html' title='Okaayyy'/><author><name>Tissue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05886340281484841095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xMFGJv_wWXQ/SaViAArHuqI/AAAAAAAAAeM/yhp_jcoyf3I/S220/nails.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8336100834477180964.post-5922731463315523495</id><published>2010-01-03T22:50:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-03T23:58:44.413+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Years Day Day</title><content type='html'>After sleeping and waking up. Shannon called my house to tell me when she was coming to Tropicana. Err.. I kinda thought we were going to Sunway thank God she called me. o.O Got ready bla bla.. Ate two servings of fried rice. And headed there. Saw Esther, Swan, Clare, Laura, Jenny and her there. Went to Subway. Woots. Then we went to the arcade. Shannon beat the basketball highscore wei. 203 points. So cool. Then we played House of the Dead 3, again... Spent quite a few credits on that. While Clare and Esther played air hockey and Jenny and Laura played Daytona. Later on they all went to walk and buy presents. So those of us who were still there went to Starbucks to wait for them. Wooo... Oh.. I still owe October babies some Starbucks. :D You know at Starbucks. They got this stand right.. In a shape of the tree, and on it are MINIATURE CUPS! SO CUTE! BABY CUPS!!! Hee heee...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhooooo... after Starbucksing, we went to watch the Princess and the Frog. Some of you may not BELIEVE that I watch it. And I don't know what's wrong with that so whatteevveeerrrr to you guys. That show was kind of disturbing though. But because I have a new dance move of the year and wanted to share it, during the sad part of the movie, I stood up, started dancing and sat down immediately. :p So funny la omg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that major transport problem wei. Clare had to ciao and all... So I asked my mummy to help send Swan, Esther and Shannon back while Clare sent Jenny and Laura's daddy picked her.  What I didn't know was, got family thing that day. o.O Go send send send..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then go buy stuff for the gathering.. THen go my uncles house. Here I had, Friend rice, Mee Hoon, Pasta and lotsa chicken. :D This is my eating day. Actually for the rest of the night, I was just sitting and doing nothing la. Talked to Michelle for a while, then she ciao. Firdaus sat on me for a while, after I died, he ciao. xD I was texting while stoning for the rest of the time... Then Shaun came over to talk to me, I teman him after that lo. It was really a boring night la... Wasn't in the mood for anything that wasn't eating... And when I went home I was hungry. == I didn't continue eating la, but yeah. :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry for the overusage of the word then. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8336100834477180964-5922731463315523495?l=ssvirus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ssvirus.blogspot.com/feeds/5922731463315523495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8336100834477180964&amp;postID=5922731463315523495&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8336100834477180964/posts/default/5922731463315523495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8336100834477180964/posts/default/5922731463315523495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ssvirus.blogspot.com/2010/01/new-years-day-day.html' title='New Years Day Day'/><author><name>Tissue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05886340281484841095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xMFGJv_wWXQ/SaViAArHuqI/AAAAAAAAAeM/yhp_jcoyf3I/S220/nails.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8336100834477180964.post-154621416575206898</id><published>2010-01-03T21:41:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-03T22:49:51.488+08:00</updated><title type='text'>From the Top</title><content type='html'>Okay, since there's lots I haven't blogged, I'll blog from the most recent before I forget. First of all blessed new year :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New Years Eve.&lt;br /&gt;It was pretty much a hectic day for me la. Woke up in the morning (again) to go to school. Orientation performance. Gab supposed to pick me up at 12 ma. But then... Our performance was at 1. So I had to leave without playing cause... If not, my day cannot jalan. xD Sadly, I left without playing in heels and my concert uniform to go to the waterfalls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to Asaph's house to meet before we left together to chill and pray la. The we by the way, was the band la, Lim, Gab, Ian, Asaph and Ian's two siblings Astrid and Emmanuel, Asaph's dad and my new mummy (Cause Gab's my daddy) Emily. :D Mmm hmm... We left and I actually don't know where we went to wait or why cause I was half asleep and was just singing along to some songs on the way there... Until I really fell asleep. :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We reached the waterfalls just before 4. They ate some ice cream and walked up really steep stairs. But quite cool la, I survived it. Thank God. Hahaha... The water was like ice coold. So nice. :D I lepaked with Astrid, Emily and Emmanuel for most of the time. They're really nice la, never really talked to Emily before till then. Slide down the thing and all la. Well I can post some pics of the waterfall now, but nothing much of us cause Gab has not uploaded our pics but all his photography worthy shots. So, here's the pretty pics from him. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://th02.deviantart.net/fs71/300W/i/2010/002/6/3/Water_flow_by_eruadanindilwen.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 450px;" src="http://th02.deviantart.net/fs71/300W/i/2010/002/6/3/Water_flow_by_eruadanindilwen.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://th05.deviantart.net/fs70/300W/i/2010/002/9/4/Torrent_I_by_eruadanindilwen.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 200px;" src="http://th05.deviantart.net/fs70/300W/i/2010/002/9/4/Torrent_I_by_eruadanindilwen.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://th03.deviantart.net/fs71/300W/i/2010/002/8/0/Before_the_plunge_by_eruadanindilwen.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 200px;" src="http://th03.deviantart.net/fs71/300W/i/2010/002/8/0/Before_the_plunge_by_eruadanindilwen.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://th01.deviantart.net/fs70/300W/i/2010/002/8/7/Torrent_II_by_eruadanindilwen.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 200px;" src="http://th01.deviantart.net/fs70/300W/i/2010/002/8/7/Torrent_II_by_eruadanindilwen.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://th08.deviantart.net/fs70/300W/i/2010/002/1/5/Steps_II_by_eruadanindilwen.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 450px;" src="http://th08.deviantart.net/fs70/300W/i/2010/002/1/5/Steps_II_by_eruadanindilwen.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://th08.deviantart.net/fs70/300W/i/2010/002/2/a/Steps_III_by_eruadanindilwen.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 450px;" src="http://th08.deviantart.net/fs70/300W/i/2010/002/2/a/Steps_III_by_eruadanindilwen.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://th07.deviantart.net/fs70/300W/i/2010/002/b/6/Torrent_V_by_eruadanindilwen.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 450px;" src="http://th07.deviantart.net/fs70/300W/i/2010/002/b/6/Torrent_V_by_eruadanindilwen.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rest of it will come later, I suppose. Could slide down and all from the waterfall... The guys were trying to do some major stunts la. Haihh... Wooo.. So cool.  Then Uncle Daia (Asaph's dad) wanted to talk to me about some stuff, so he walked me to sit directly under the waterfall (while the guys were wrestling on one end, and the other girls sit on a rock and eat keropok) Hahhaa... So niceeee... We just talked la, and when we were almost done there were one or two schools of fish swimming around us, literally around us k. So cuteeee! Then one school of them, just sat on my hand. :D So geli but sooooo cutteeeeeee! I was quite scared it was going to enter my pocket cause I don't want them to die. I was squealing in the water la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;EEEE FISH SOO CUTEEEE.&lt;/b&gt; *After a moment of realizing* &lt;b&gt; What if the cuties go into my pockets? NOOOOOO!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course la, uncle Daia laugh so kow. Then he was like, its okay la, if it enters your pocket, you'll have free fish. He so funny. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then finally we ciao la. just before 6. It was quite brief la. But I had a lot of fun. God speaks through nature la, really. :D Even the feeeeeeeeeessshhh... :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then after we rushed to church. Which was very kan cheonging cause I had practce at 7. And the waterfalls was in Kajang. And it was really jammed. Oh ho... Then we go there drive, drive, driveeeeeeeee and I reached 7.40. I feel so bad wei, sorry, Caleb! :( But made it in time for a victorious worship :D And (I STILL never eat for the whole day if you haven't noticed) Immediately after, service started. I testified. I will put bits of my testimony in my next post. :D Everyone did la, actually. All of us have something to thank God for. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New Years Day.&lt;br /&gt;After service went down to watch the fireworks. Cause we're so near the Curve (WHO CAUSED THE JAM) then went yam cha at sedap. I got no curfew that day, yo. Hahaha.. My family was in their church till like 3 something. So... I could go back a bit later and they wouldn't know lo. FINALLY, I makan one maggi and one maggi double. Ian if you're reading, just pretend like you never read this part la. xD Then we went hoooooommeeee after sooo much lameness. And almost getting Tan Tan's PKS. O.O (Pee kang sai which means mucus in Chinese) which forced me to pick and flick at him too. Haha... Then then... ate more satay after that. And finally went home. :D Wooo!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8336100834477180964-154621416575206898?l=ssvirus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ssvirus.blogspot.com/feeds/154621416575206898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8336100834477180964&amp;postID=154621416575206898&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8336100834477180964/posts/default/154621416575206898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8336100834477180964/posts/default/154621416575206898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ssvirus.blogspot.com/2010/01/from-top.html' title='From the Top'/><author><name>Tissue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05886340281484841095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xMFGJv_wWXQ/SaViAArHuqI/AAAAAAAAAeM/yhp_jcoyf3I/S220/nails.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8336100834477180964.post-8841831347906987012</id><published>2009-12-23T22:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-23T22:47:50.970+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Caroling</title><content type='html'>Yeah, I ACTUALLY went caroling on the 16th with my family. That was when I realized, I cannot sing with my family. Their pitch is raised about five tones from mine wei. I REALLY can't hit. o.O Even in an octave lower. Really quite suck la. The thing is, I didn't practice with them so all the parts all I had to wait for this girl to tell me before each song. I think she goes to church with my family. Her name is Michelle too. She's unlike my fatso, she's sweet and &lt;b&gt;QUIET&lt;/b&gt; :p Hahhaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had lunch with them. A different table from my uncles though. From what I heard they trying to set my sister up with this guy named Marcus. Hahhahahaha.... Omg, he so cute and funny that I think he's a &lt;i&gt;little&lt;/i&gt; jambu :p Omg, I understand the risk of him reading this. But oh well, I'm taking the risk. Hhahaha... I guess this side of the family doesn't know that my sister has a boyfriend I dont knowwhether thats a good thing or a bad thing now. xD He was like "This guy so funny till he makes my toe laugh" ANd my dad asked him, "how is that story funny?" He said, "like this... *pause* *laugh*" It didn't make any sense, But it was pretty random la. I think Fats also kamcing with him not in "any" way. But... Sama gang la. Twilight hater, kept on calling Nicky Coolen. (Cullen) Hhahaa.. The highlight of my day was ejeking Michelle and getting her bengang-ed at me. Hahha.... Cause the caroling itself actually sucked.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8336100834477180964-8841831347906987012?l=ssvirus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ssvirus.blogspot.com/feeds/8841831347906987012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8336100834477180964&amp;postID=8841831347906987012&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8336100834477180964/posts/default/8841831347906987012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8336100834477180964/posts/default/8841831347906987012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ssvirus.blogspot.com/2009/12/caroling.html' title='Caroling'/><author><name>Tissue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05886340281484841095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xMFGJv_wWXQ/SaViAArHuqI/AAAAAAAAAeM/yhp_jcoyf3I/S220/nails.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8336100834477180964.post-5478024493291834332</id><published>2009-12-23T21:42:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-23T22:19:46.937+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Most Tiring Day of the Month</title><content type='html'>It could be of the year I think and it wouldn't be exaggerating you know? Here's what we did. My dad took us to KLCC. Where we bought some stuff, took the LRT to Jamek. Where we got lost looking for a few clothes shops (for the wedding on the 20th) after two hours of walking in and out of town. Took the putra LRT to another place (Don't know the name) walked around there for an hour or so and went back to Jamek. Note that we didn't buy much there. Once we were back, we went to buy band t shirts. I got my satch t shirt. =D My sister got her Iron Maiden (The dubai tours one, for some reason and AC/DC- for those about to rock, we saulte you)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bought d, still walking through the streets cause we don't know how to go home. Went through a few shops, then I found my kebaya. Super nice wei. I show you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xMFGJv_wWXQ/SzIlXnMyQAI/AAAAAAAAAfo/S1SrZOHWld4/s1600-h/DSC00124.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xMFGJv_wWXQ/SzIlXnMyQAI/AAAAAAAAAfo/S1SrZOHWld4/s200/DSC00124.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418434389269954562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xMFGJv_wWXQ/SzIlW7hnRNI/AAAAAAAAAfg/TcfRcY0-92E/s1600-h/DSC001991.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xMFGJv_wWXQ/SzIlW7hnRNI/AAAAAAAAAfg/TcfRcY0-92E/s200/DSC001991.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418434377546155218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I uploaded both for you to see my hair cut :p So cool right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After we bought it took an lrt to sentral. And from sentral took a ktm to mid valley. But we had to wait for two trains because it was literally overflowing with people. In the ktm I almost had a friggin asthma attack due to the sum of people. Haihh... Went to the Gardens. It's like 7 something d... Then just waited at the seats for Ian. My mummy was going to pick my sister up because she didn't wanna join me. But she sent me a message saying "Pony all alone". xD Yeah, but went back at 11 something. And I still slept at 2 something. Fuish... But while we're at it, I show you the dress Veno, Pre and Clare picked out for me a few months ago. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xMFGJv_wWXQ/SzIm0Vx32DI/AAAAAAAAAfw/gP3HmqOokuk/s1600-h/DSC00217.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xMFGJv_wWXQ/SzIm0Vx32DI/AAAAAAAAAfw/gP3HmqOokuk/s200/DSC00217.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418435982321506354" 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/8336100834477180964-5478024493291834332?l=ssvirus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ssvirus.blogspot.com/feeds/5478024493291834332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8336100834477180964&amp;postID=5478024493291834332&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8336100834477180964/posts/default/5478024493291834332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8336100834477180964/posts/default/5478024493291834332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ssvirus.blogspot.com/2009/12/most-tiring-day-of-month.html' title='Most Tiring Day of the Month'/><author><name>Tissue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05886340281484841095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xMFGJv_wWXQ/SaViAArHuqI/AAAAAAAAAeM/yhp_jcoyf3I/S220/nails.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xMFGJv_wWXQ/SzIlXnMyQAI/AAAAAAAAAfo/S1SrZOHWld4/s72-c/DSC00124.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8336100834477180964.post-8800782738179586261</id><published>2009-12-23T21:19:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-23T21:42:12.218+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Barbecue</title><content type='html'>Barbecue party back at Joshua's place for dinner. After service went for lunch at PappaRich with everyone. Had lunch at seperate tables, so the girls (Eunice, Jenny, Laura and I- our age one la) went to eat with the Adrians (Tan and Lim) Super funny la. Haihh.. Not hung out with Tan Tan in a while... Talked about how his brother kept asking why Santa came in a mini bus instead of Reindeers. And angkat Santa's sleeve and said,"I know d ma, Santa not from north pole. He's aneh" == Indian people are aneh to them, for some reason. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later, we went to cod. All the highschoolers followed Tan. Who picked a fight with Joon on the road. And won. Im very amazed at that. His Pegeot 207 with 6 of us, can ta pau Joon's Vios with only him and Rich in it. And up hill Tan's car fell behind tremedously. Oh well.. Quite funny la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laura first time cod, so I didn't get a pc la. I get sat next to her and helped her. Switched places with her when she had enough. Hahahaha...  And when she played, her name was Laura. When I played, the character's name is "Not Laura" Hahahahhaha... Juju changed her name to Jesus at one point. Suddenly you see your screen "Killed by Jesus" You're like WHAT?  Then she pakat with Lok. She was "harlo" and Lok was "byebye" Funny la. But I was a bit sick of the smell of the cc la. Don't know why also. I think I super lack sleep also la that day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we ciao d, went to Josh's place. Had a massage trail of people. xD Watched Friends and fell asleep on the couch. When everyone began, I was actually still asleep. Till some time later. :p When I did regain consciousness, everyone was outside, went to join them- Ate a lot la, that day. Hahhaha... Adrian denied my chicken's approval and said it was fuba. :( I was FRIGGIN sad when he said that to my chicken k.... But it actually wasn't. :D He made up for it later by calling me normal though. Hahhahaa...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Patrina another one. Kena bang for the whole time. When I woke up she was like Cheryl! Help me. The good thing is, she is finally learning. She didn't bang herself that day. :D I'm so proud of her. Hahhaha.. Even if she did ditch my chicken to test drive Joon's car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the end of the day, after eating so much we were all pretty exhausted la. I was playing with Josh's nameless dog which sat on my lap and looked at me with extremely cute eyes. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xMFGJv_wWXQ/SzId-joLAfI/AAAAAAAAAfY/xT8-Oeq8aY4/s1600-h/DSC00130.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xMFGJv_wWXQ/SzId-joLAfI/AAAAAAAAAfY/xT8-Oeq8aY4/s200/DSC00130.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418426262232957426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Tan tan sent me home and for the whole journey, we talked about everything la- but with a super dead, stoner voice. ahhaha.. He also no sleep d. Then came home and ate again and slept lo. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8336100834477180964-8800782738179586261?l=ssvirus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ssvirus.blogspot.com/feeds/8800782738179586261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8336100834477180964&amp;postID=8800782738179586261&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8336100834477180964/posts/default/8800782738179586261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8336100834477180964/posts/default/8800782738179586261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ssvirus.blogspot.com/2009/12/barbecue-party-back-at-joshuas-place.html' title='Barbecue'/><author><name>Tissue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05886340281484841095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xMFGJv_wWXQ/SaViAArHuqI/AAAAAAAAAeM/yhp_jcoyf3I/S220/nails.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xMFGJv_wWXQ/SzId-joLAfI/AAAAAAAAAfY/xT8-Oeq8aY4/s72-c/DSC00130.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8336100834477180964.post-537677605461555333</id><published>2009-12-23T20:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-23T21:17:11.710+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Church Christmas</title><content type='html'>On the 12th there was a Christmas celebration thing at our church. :D It was really, really fun wei. Hahhaa. This is the first time we have made such a simple skit that included the audience. The title of the event is One for All. Its a military themed thing. So everyone copy me and wear camo pants. Muahahhaha... But then I had to change into a dress. Lol. Anyway, we had a worship session, a few ice breakers. Then Justin started telling a story, and bunch of americans soldiers barged in by "surprise" told the audience to get down on the floor. And we had a drill session with the audience. Which was an additional ice breaker that was SO CUTE wei. Hahahha... Then the drama continued from there. Here are some pictures. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-a.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs049.snc3/13634_235748437003_588417003_4301666_2848563_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 404px; height: 291px;" src="http://photos-a.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs049.snc3/13634_235748437003_588417003_4301666_2848563_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The group picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-b.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs069.snc3/13634_235748137003_588417003_4301634_407421_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 412px; height: 309px;" src="http://photos-b.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs069.snc3/13634_235748137003_588417003_4301634_407421_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-a.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs049.snc3/13634_235748607003_588417003_4301679_4895208_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 379px; height: 284px;" src="http://photos-a.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs049.snc3/13634_235748607003_588417003_4301679_4895208_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cast... After the drama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-e.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs049.snc3/13634_235748352003_588417003_4301658_7349630_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 322px; height: 241px;" src="http://photos-e.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs049.snc3/13634_235748352003_588417003_4301658_7349630_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Em Soldiers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-d.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs069.snc3/13634_235748202003_588417003_4301642_5972446_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 319px; height: 239px;" src="http://photos-d.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs069.snc3/13634_235748202003_588417003_4301642_5972446_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Nazi, whom coincidentally are the American soldiers too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-h.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs069.snc3/13634_235748182003_588417003_4301640_1314883_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 322px; height: 429px;" src="http://photos-h.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs069.snc3/13634_235748182003_588417003_4301640_1314883_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lok, proud of beating Esther up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-c.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs049.snc3/13634_235748172003_588417003_4301638_1008816_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 332px; height: 249px;" src="http://photos-c.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs049.snc3/13634_235748172003_588417003_4301638_1008816_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lok taking Tan Tan down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was really lots of fun la. Then after the drama, Joshua preached and saved about 8 people. :D Our band members (With Lim one ya, not AMB) came in right after the altar call, which was COINCIDENTALLY :p our closing event. Haahah.. Asaph didn't come though. Felt quite bad cause I couldn't layan them so much, but too bad la now. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went yam cha at Kayu after everything (Which was the very long time of cleaning the church of leaves) I went to find Clare first, her parents didn't let her eat with us church people, so Esther, Laura and I joined her family, Eva and Jane. Quite fun la. Kacauing Elysia who was inside with Lynette. Asking Simon to tell her that someone was watching her and all. Hahahhahah... That's it really, but I went home with Laura's dad (Thanks, Uncle) but.. Was quite late. But not as late as Thursday which was quite scary cause I came home at 1.30. *guilty smile* I died that day. But THANK GOD I didn't die that Sat. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8336100834477180964-537677605461555333?l=ssvirus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ssvirus.blogspot.com/feeds/537677605461555333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8336100834477180964&amp;postID=537677605461555333&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8336100834477180964/posts/default/537677605461555333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8336100834477180964/posts/default/537677605461555333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ssvirus.blogspot.com/2009/12/church-christmas.html' title='Church Christmas'/><author><name>Tissue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05886340281484841095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xMFGJv_wWXQ/SaViAArHuqI/AAAAAAAAAeM/yhp_jcoyf3I/S220/nails.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8336100834477180964.post-3571664555447029582</id><published>2009-12-17T01:19:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-23T21:35:45.813+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shannon and Carmen's birthday</title><content type='html'>Happy birthday guys.. Sorry I couldn't give you guys much la especially since the STUPID office has not paid me yet. Haihh.. I'm quite geram. :/Anyhoooooooo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had lots and looottsss of fun. :D Went for all the rides we could find until we all like some corpse d wei. The best part I was like EH THIS RIDE SUPER SCARY WEI! And.. I said it for the wrong ride. That one was some gay thing go one round only. xD Then when we went for the real thing we all scarem all the way. Actually la... I screamed at EVERY RIDE except for one and a half. One was the one I took a video of, cause... I didn't want to kill my phone. And I didn't scream for the first few seconds of the Tomahawk cause I friggin cuak. LOL! I was looking at my feet... Look at the ground.. Then.. The ground was the sky. After that only I was like screw it. I'm going to let go of the safety shit and throw my hands up in the air. Hahahhaa! Let's post the vids that I have. :D I took vids on random rides.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-3e1cd654172448a3" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v24.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D3e1cd654172448a3%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330260363%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D34F672652BD541CB6F801CB93FED3DE0CE5EFF94.CF0EA7B1FEBD7D8E65ABEB0C349C29F2D8E716C%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D3e1cd654172448a3%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Dy66AmZuRfX_5_6O-B99jDty4I9k&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v24.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D3e1cd654172448a3%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330260363%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D34F672652BD541CB6F801CB93FED3DE0CE5EFF94.CF0EA7B1FEBD7D8E65ABEB0C349C29F2D8E716C%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D3e1cd654172448a3%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Dy66AmZuRfX_5_6O-B99jDty4I9k&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-38c5b87b7e1e4571" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v9.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D38c5b87b7e1e4571%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330260363%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D3BA1F8A20E36AF83ED24832387F1255F5B7F4BD9.8477C99AE6C7354BBAAB9C6DCB512CDE87E36A50%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D38c5b87b7e1e4571%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DyJXbgvtoSre8GvzQIpu0FcO6cp8&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v9.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D38c5b87b7e1e4571%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330260363%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D3BA1F8A20E36AF83ED24832387F1255F5B7F4BD9.8477C99AE6C7354BBAAB9C6DCB512CDE87E36A50%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D38c5b87b7e1e4571%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DyJXbgvtoSre8GvzQIpu0FcO6cp8&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(If you can hear the thing that's laughing, that's Shannon laughing at Clare cursing. Then if you hear a puppy. 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And I've changed my number. For those of you who don't have it, just highlight this post and you'll find it. Please text me with your name if you don't have this number. Cause like.. My phone died and now I'm using a W910i that my sister's boyfriend found on the road. :D Duduuduuu...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a few videos of my band during practice. Sorry if there are a lot of random stuff. But this is a little sneak peek I guess since none of you guys have seen my band. Except ESTHER TAN. Hahaha... I know it's really dark. Took us two weeks to find the light switch. 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So I shall continue in another post because... There are more videos :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8336100834477180964-3016171038964384896?l=ssvirus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=54bcc7ad8b4949f&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=d2c0a57d0428072e&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ssvirus.blogspot.com/feeds/3016171038964384896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8336100834477180964&amp;postID=3016171038964384896&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8336100834477180964/posts/default/3016171038964384896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8336100834477180964/posts/default/3016171038964384896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ssvirus.blogspot.com/2009/12/general-update.html' title='General Update'/><author><name>Tissue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05886340281484841095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xMFGJv_wWXQ/SaViAArHuqI/AAAAAAAAAeM/yhp_jcoyf3I/S220/nails.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8336100834477180964.post-5268378080667131874</id><published>2009-12-17T00:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-17T01:06:25.836+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blog redeemer</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TAG B:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(A) Which one do you prefer ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Alcohol / Mineral Water &lt;strong&gt;[Water.]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Blue / Pink &lt;strong&gt;I like both equally.. :/ I don't wanna choose :(&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Hot Guys / Cool Guys &lt;strong&gt;I like guys who are neither. xD&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Good Looks / Brains &lt;strong&gt;Brains. Please, brains.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Taylor Swift / Taylor Lautner &lt;strong&gt;Lautner, cause its next to the talentless Swift.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Friends / Lovers &lt;strong&gt;Friends la,. Not like I have a lover to choose from. Lol.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. "Baby" / "Honey" &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I don't want the world to know. XP Macam yes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(B) Which type of guy are you ? &lt;i&gt; I'm not a guy&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Alcoholic / Non-Alcoholic &lt;strong style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Good / Bad &lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Brave / Cute &lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Tall / Short &lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. T-Shirt / Suit &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Coat / Leather Jacket&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Sunnies / Spectacles &lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Caring / Rich&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Kisses / Hugs &lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Romantic &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(C) Which type of girl are you ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Cute / Pretty &lt;strong&gt;Lol, yeah neither.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Sweet / Caring &lt;strong&gt;Caring?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Sports / "Princess Candle" &lt;strong&gt;Princess Candle. Hahaha!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Surprises &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Why not. Surprise me. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Smile / Frown &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Love Quotes / Love Poems &lt;strong&gt;Oh gosh. It depends on the source. Honestly, I'm not really a fan of either.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Computer Geek / Study Nerd &lt;strong&gt;Computer geek.. Not really la. Somewhat.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. SMS / MSN &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yeah, both.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Forever / Just For Fun &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; What's this supposed to mean?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Hang out with Friends / Couple Date &lt;strong&gt;Right now, just lepak la right?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(D) What are your daily activities ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. After Breakfast :  I don't eat breakfast.&lt;br /&gt;2. Before School : Mandi.&lt;br /&gt;3. During School : Sleeep.&lt;br /&gt;4. After School :  Lepaaaak. :D&lt;br /&gt;5. Night : Lepaaaaak. Haha&lt;br /&gt;6. Midnight : Texting people, I guess.&lt;br /&gt;7. Holidays : Everyday it's something different. Let's see. I have a few ALMOST routine days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mondays and Tuesdays are reserved for my band.&lt;br /&gt;Wed was yam cha day.&lt;br /&gt;Thurs used to be Christmas practice day. Now, it's yam cha day too?&lt;br /&gt;Fri... Was lepaking with my sister day.&lt;br /&gt;Sat worship practice and lepaking with the band.&lt;br /&gt;Sunday... Church, cod-ing/ jamming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not doing the last tag. Cause..  I kinda don't know who to tag. Lazy to think. Shorayy..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8336100834477180964-5268378080667131874?l=ssvirus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ssvirus.blogspot.com/feeds/5268378080667131874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8336100834477180964&amp;postID=5268378080667131874&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8336100834477180964/posts/default/5268378080667131874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8336100834477180964/posts/default/5268378080667131874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ssvirus.blogspot.com/2009/12/blog-redeemer.html' title='Blog redeemer'/><author><name>Tissue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05886340281484841095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xMFGJv_wWXQ/SaViAArHuqI/AAAAAAAAAeM/yhp_jcoyf3I/S220/nails.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8336100834477180964.post-1584186801429790709</id><published>2009-11-17T17:07:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-17T00:36:46.190+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Work first...</title><content type='html'>A LOOONNNGGG recap man. Sorry agaaain. I just had to mood to blog when I had the time. I'm really not addicted to the computer man. I think work did it for me. :D So I don't HAVE to blog. Hhahaha... However, now I'm addicted to my phone. xD I might text blog next time :p&lt;br /&gt;Soo... a MONTH's recap?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started work on the 19th. Stopped work on the 7th. Working is pretty darn fun really. (That was a long adjective) How I got the job i a long story. But I guess for Pre its an even longer story. It's like this. Ian's godmother's friend works at the agency. The agency lady found an opening at "Sirius Communications" with Gladys. Long right? But so keng. Hahahha. And I called Pre when the agency lady said she needed more people. Pre and her sis came. But later on so did Elle, Laura and Sarvesh (Who's Pravina- (pre's sister)'s boyfriend) LONG? Yes. Hahahhaa...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We did telemarketing. Which was just calling people to invite them to stuff. So fun la. Laugh at their names. Like...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Chocilinggam Cinakaran&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ngo See Pau&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ole Spooner&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ewe Ni Tong&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Tengku Kechik&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;I think that's the top 5 I pick. And I'm TOTALLY not lying about anyone of the names. ANd everytime I see a funny name, I mass message a bunch of people just exclaiming the name. So syok la. Hahhaha... Shannon is my number one victim la. I'd call her just to shout CHOCILINGGAM CINAKARAN and hang up. :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pre is the one to listen to most of my nonsense. Prav was there to add to the nonsense. Sarvesh was just there as a nuisance :p Elle was there to be bullied. :D There were two La Sallians there too. I mean.. It's like we can't run from PJ. Aaron and Alex. Small world indeed. But they were pretty funny too la. Damn quiet the first week. But once the office started to get quieter they started making noise. Then Pre left. :( By the way, I don't know where's my Joker. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pre and I drew a lot of stuff. Hahahha... I drew some Joker thing. She should be shading it for me. But I tihnk I keep losing my drawings. :( I drew Blackout the Decepticon. At work actually. Which kinda earned me the name Crazy Cheryl. And I drew the whole thing.. Except four fingers. SO HARD K. Haihhh... By the way, I MIGHT get Twitter because... Blogging takes so long. Though I'm quite scared of the idea of people following me. So what say you deteriorating amount of readers?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8336100834477180964-1584186801429790709?l=ssvirus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ssvirus.blogspot.com/feeds/1584186801429790709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8336100834477180964&amp;postID=1584186801429790709&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8336100834477180964/posts/default/1584186801429790709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8336100834477180964/posts/default/1584186801429790709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ssvirus.blogspot.com/2009/11/ffk-ing-week.html' title='Work first...'/><author><name>Tissue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05886340281484841095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xMFGJv_wWXQ/SaViAArHuqI/AAAAAAAAAeM/yhp_jcoyf3I/S220/nails.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8336100834477180964.post-6754430051868821696</id><published>2009-11-15T17:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-15T18:01:15.371+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The weeks worth</title><content type='html'>Hey.. So I'm STILL not updating regularly. Now that the holidays are OFFICIALLY (I think) here, I have a life now. Hahahha... Or I think so la. Anyway, I'll briefly run through last weeks events and the week to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday -&lt;br /&gt;Skipped band in the day (sorry guys) sick. And my dad didn't want to send me anywhere as usual.&lt;br /&gt;Went jamming at night. Had a discussion after about our plans and stuff. Seems like the band is heading somewhere la. I'll update you on the performance venues and stuff. Went dinner in Subang after. And the highlight of my week was to watch Gabriel stab Adrian's telur mata aggressively. It was the most brilliant sight in the world. And Adrian sitting there crying, "Whyyyy? whyyy?" Hahahhah! But of course, from Subang, I came home at 12.40-ish. So I earned myself a curfew at 12. But I'm cool with it. That's a reasonable time. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday-&lt;br /&gt;Woke up late. Err, actually la. I hope no one from the band reads this. Cause I actually didn't eat that day. Lol. Woke up, had 5 bucks. So I was going to Picadilly's with the band again. So save it to minum or something la. The dinner started off really quiet, then Ian bang me. It was pretty kow la, then we all laugh until Gabriel started crying. After he finished crying, I banged Ian back. Then he start crying out of laughter again. hahahahahaa.... Then we couldn't shut up after that. Hahaha... And I saw Alex at Picadilly's. Damn coincidence right? I thank God I wasn't with an Assuntarian man. Hahha, if not they would embarrass the shit outta me by making noise. xD (it's TRUE) And I got home before 12 =D And Ian got the bill- again. Thank you :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday- &lt;br /&gt;Went Pyramid and saw MAHIRAH! And of course other Pkm people. But I've not seen MAHIRAH in ages. Sorry la.. I rindu gila man. Veno bought her gladiators. Eylia got new blackberry. Watched Jane try on dresses. But I guess we all did la. Only she got purpose though. :p I totally support the toga dress btw. xD Watched the HORRID Jennifer's body. == It was so bad, I almost walked out of the cinema to catch another movie. But the last movie I did that too was Twilight during the baseball part. Hahhaa... Clare packed us into her car back to her place where we "chilled" Hahhaa... DOn't remember what I did when I went home. Sorraaayy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday-&lt;br /&gt;Went for band FINALLY. I really miss band la. Even if I'm damn lazy. xD Played Night at the Ballet Tchaikovsky pieces. aaahhh.. So nice. :D I wanna go watch a ballet recital soon. Does anyone know of any? At night then went church for practice. But my dad kept on asking whether its canceled. == I quite bengang. Went anyway, dinner with Joonykun at McD's. Asked me random deep questions, Joony plese continue opah-ing and don't sing like contemporary dance. :p The only "girl" that was there is Eunice. So Ruth and I helped them by acting as Evellyn and Esther. Hahaha... The second run through Ruth wasn't there though, so I had to be both of them. And then I talk until cheong hei as Evellyn, Joony still dowwan layan me k. He so mean. Hahaha... Went home after, didn't yam cha cause got no place at the mamak near my house :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday-&lt;br /&gt;Let's just not talk about Friday la kan? In the evening went for some family thing. Argh, friday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8336100834477180964-6754430051868821696?l=ssvirus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ssvirus.blogspot.com/feeds/6754430051868821696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8336100834477180964&amp;postID=6754430051868821696&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8336100834477180964/posts/default/6754430051868821696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8336100834477180964/posts/default/6754430051868821696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ssvirus.blogspot.com/2009/11/weeks-worth.html' title='The weeks worth'/><author><name>Tissue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05886340281484841095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xMFGJv_wWXQ/SaViAArHuqI/AAAAAAAAAeM/yhp_jcoyf3I/S220/nails.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8336100834477180964.post-7772397832580638008</id><published>2009-10-30T00:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T20:57:16.840+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Toyguns for Christmas</title><content type='html'>Today was the second practice for Christmas. But the first for me, cause we skipped it last Thurs due to the practice for the gig. The story line is up, but definitely more to edit. I'm not gonna post the story here. You have to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12 December&lt;br /&gt;Kota Damansara&lt;br /&gt;7.30-11ish?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knooooooowwww it clashes with the band trip. But I'm not going. Those of you who are not going, do come though. Esther and I are actingggg xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was just a bunch of us with new props. The Americans get the so-called AK74's and the Nazi's get some other semi automatic thing la. Got stripes one. Hahhaha... So everyone super jakun la. I swear I saw Peter bring home props. o.O Let's hope they survive till the actual date then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esther came to my place before the practice. Went to Tropicana and ate sushi and stuff. Syok la. And then we found out that Clare and I who have not been going to school, have to dance. LOL! Some hip hop thing weyh. Mau gulakah? I'm not posting the routine either. But you wanna see? Come school on Wed. Hhahaa.. For practice also we all give up going to school. Wed is my last official going to school day. Then go band only till whenever band dismisses us.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8336100834477180964-7772397832580638008?l=ssvirus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ssvirus.blogspot.com/feeds/7772397832580638008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8336100834477180964&amp;postID=7772397832580638008&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8336100834477180964/posts/default/7772397832580638008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8336100834477180964/posts/default/7772397832580638008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ssvirus.blogspot.com/2009/10/toyguns-for-christmas.html' title='Toyguns for Christmas'/><author><name>Tissue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05886340281484841095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xMFGJv_wWXQ/SaViAArHuqI/AAAAAAAAAeM/yhp_jcoyf3I/S220/nails.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8336100834477180964.post-5996555113737716756</id><published>2009-10-26T19:34:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-31T12:56:22.041+08:00</updated><title type='text'>... The gig.</title><content type='html'>Most of you knew, we performed at a gig yesterday. Some errr... I don't know what you wanna call it. The thing where you buy coupons and buy food and stuff. Yeah, we played at Puchong for those thinggies. Bumped into Tracy. Anyhoo, in case you get lost cause I'm gonna be calling everyone by name. The band line up was:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vocals- Ian.&lt;br /&gt;Guitarist- Gabriel.&lt;br /&gt;Other Guitarist- Me. xD&lt;br /&gt;Bassist- Adrian.&lt;br /&gt;Drummer- Asaph.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm... We've practice quite a few songs but ended up cutting off some. They practice for a month, but I joined them for a week. All of them are quite cool to lepak with la, but of course I kena bully la, everyone so OLD. :p Then every time Ian walk pass me also he'll just mutter,"Budak kecil" under his breath. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The good thing is, Gabe [I didn't hang out with Asaph much la ):] is a lot like Adrian. I guess it's cause their friendship is almost as old as me. :p And I found out that Gabriel knows Joshua cause of something to do with college. And Gabe is Rana's lecturer. o.O He knows everyone lo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Practice has been damn fun la. Everyone damn high. I'll steal some pictures to upload here once Gabriel filters 1k worth of pictures. I'll get nice pics of everyone. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The gig itself ah.. Haihh.. Sound system sucked la. And we didn't get the crowds attention cause they were doing other stuff at the back. And we could hardly be hear from there. The last song though, we cranked up the volume and Ian just shout only. THen only they all came. == But it was the last song. Screw it la. xD Gabe got to syok sendiri with his slash pose. Hahhahaha... Play Creed also got Slash pose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though the place was damn hot and stuff. We just lantak and had fun la. And since Ian jaga his diet cause he scared he kill his voice (I think he bluff one, he eat Burger King and McD weyh) we all took our free coupons and went shopping- He did la. Hahhahaa... He bought like 2-3 ketupat with rendang kacang thing. And he bought for me cotton candy cause he malu wanna buy for himself even though he wanted. Then the thing so miserable also must share. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since my food go stole we went to the mamak la. Asaph didn't go though. It was the four of us and Emily. Emily is a friend of Ian and Gabe's. Then she also kena bully. xD After she balik then we toured the place with Gabe again. Saw this band that was really good. And their sound system was okay. WTH. I sound check for one hour also still like crap but for them okay la == And cause it was dark already, and not so hot... The crowd was there. Sitting down filling up the seats. == Stupid slots of ours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then later on, cause it was Gabe's stuff, they asked us to pack the gear. Then it rained. == We had a hard time bringing the stuff down, and with people rushing us. And when we were done... It stopped raining. Haihh... Pretty unfortunate. I was kinda ready to laugh it off and so was Gabe. But Adrian was pretty pissed off. And I think instead of me brightening the day, my mood was kinda affected too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adrian supposed to pull an all night-er with Peter, and Peter wasn't home... so he didn't know where to go. SO he lepak with me at tropicana la. Went to Borders and couldn't read cause.. No mood. Later on Clare said she was there. Went to see her, then Adrian ciao to see Joony at the mamak. And Clare and I went to sit by my poolside there. At least there I calma epo a bit la. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess that's kinda it. My day was pretty bad. But I had good people with me to make it not so bad. So ah Lim.... Calma epo. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-a.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs055.snc3/14264_161416868778_534798778_2849142_3551199_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 263px; height: 174px;" src="http://photos-a.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs055.snc3/14264_161416868778_534798778_2849142_3551199_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-c.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs055.snc3/14264_161416748778_534798778_2849120_92454_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 335px; height: 222px;" src="http://photos-c.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs055.snc3/14264_161416748778_534798778_2849120_92454_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-f.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs075.snc3/14264_161416738778_534798778_2849119_5134366_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; 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width: 363px; height: 241px;" src="http://photos-b.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs075.snc3/14264_161416668778_534798778_2849110_7913424_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-e.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs055.snc3/14264_161416663778_534798778_2849109_1553356_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 265px; height: 398px;" src="http://photos-e.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs055.snc3/14264_161416663778_534798778_2849109_1553356_n.jpg" alt="" 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/8336100834477180964-5996555113737716756?l=ssvirus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ssvirus.blogspot.com/feeds/5996555113737716756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8336100834477180964&amp;postID=5996555113737716756&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8336100834477180964/posts/default/5996555113737716756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8336100834477180964/posts/default/5996555113737716756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ssvirus.blogspot.com/2009/10/gig.html' title='... The gig.'/><author><name>Tissue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05886340281484841095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xMFGJv_wWXQ/SaViAArHuqI/AAAAAAAAAeM/yhp_jcoyf3I/S220/nails.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8336100834477180964.post-6827751979434574809</id><published>2009-10-22T19:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T19:20:19.156+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Recap Unavailable</title><content type='html'>Sooooooo.... THe blog has been dead for an "oh-so-long" time.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not gonna recap the events cause there has been so many. You can just read other people's blogs. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Schooll.... Sucks as always, but now there's band. Thank God :D&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna be skipping school for a while, and sorry for skipping band today. I didn't have transport to make it. The rest of the practices should be no problem though. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8336100834477180964-6827751979434574809?l=ssvirus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ssvirus.blogspot.com/feeds/6827751979434574809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8336100834477180964&amp;postID=6827751979434574809&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8336100834477180964/posts/default/6827751979434574809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8336100834477180964/posts/default/6827751979434574809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ssvirus.blogspot.com/2009/10/recap-unavailable.html' title='Recap Unavailable'/><author><name>Tissue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05886340281484841095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xMFGJv_wWXQ/SaViAArHuqI/AAAAAAAAAeM/yhp_jcoyf3I/S220/nails.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8336100834477180964.post-1753644298269836003</id><published>2009-09-17T17:59:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T18:07:01.690+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Coldplay- Satriani</title><content type='html'>Sorry guys cause my blog so angry now. xD Sorry win. Hahhahaa.. Yesterday was just a damn bad day la. Lol. Anyhoooooo... I got something else that's sad to show and tell...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of us know about the Coldplay- Satch law suit aight? It basically goes like this... Viva La Vida sounds exactly like If I Could Fly. I mean.. I didn't realize it at first. But then later on I heard this girl on channel V DISS MY friggin Joe Satriani. She said,"Coldplay is like so awesome. Who thehell is Joe Satriani to sue them anyway?" WHOAAA.... That was when I went back home to listen to my prog playlist again. Shit. It's not just the rhythm. The chorus? Was the guitar line. I mean.. Copy also smart a bit la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess what Coldplay said recently? "It was a coincidence" GOSH. Oh well... I really pity Satch cause he said it was like a dagger through his heart. How can you do this to THE Satriani? He's been in the industry for ages, he even thought most successful guitarists like Hammet. So what happened to the lawsuit for me to blog it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was dismissed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maaaaannnn.... Coldplay has fame on their side. Mainstream music... Haihhh... I'm not saying that Viva La Vida isn't nice. I actually love that song. xD But... I like Satch that's probably why. It's not even their song now. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CMcjXo8ZuqE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check this out. That's his song. Does it sound like Viva La Vida??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8336100834477180964-1753644298269836003?l=ssvirus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ssvirus.blogspot.com/feeds/1753644298269836003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8336100834477180964&amp;postID=1753644298269836003&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8336100834477180964/posts/default/1753644298269836003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8336100834477180964/posts/default/1753644298269836003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ssvirus.blogspot.com/2009/09/coldplay-satriani.html' title='Coldplay- Satriani'/><author><name>Tissue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05886340281484841095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xMFGJv_wWXQ/SaViAArHuqI/AAAAAAAAAeM/yhp_jcoyf3I/S220/nails.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8336100834477180964.post-1173945587598618511</id><published>2009-09-17T00:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T00:07:22.797+08:00</updated><title type='text'>To all 3c1's</title><content type='html'>I'm sorry to post this up for you guys. But too bad la k.&lt;br /&gt;Sorry for being angsty this week, but just so you know. You guys were worth the fuss. Were.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I didn't have to take much of your shit last year. So I can't say much about that. But... This year I think I've kinda had enough of it la k. It's either you do something about the whole class or just don't and don't even give me any responsibility and please... Please stop expecting me to take all the blame for all of you guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know you are not the only ones reading this. But right now, sorry again... I don't care. I'm just sick and tired of getting complaints. You regretting and continuing with whatever you do. I have told every prefect to actually make sure they tolerate you. And they ACTUALLY listen. Do you know that our last prefect (I can't mention any names in case they get in trouble. So they don't know which one la) actually kept her mouth shut about so many things she saw first handed. And you guys still bully her like shit. I mean.. Come on?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every time you guys think there's a spot check or something that might affect the class, you guys just frus and wait for me to confirm it. And after that just leave it and whatever la. This may sound damn patty and self conceited la. But I've already tried to put up with all of this but I don't even get respect as a person. It's just not worth it anymore.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8336100834477180964-1173945587598618511?l=ssvirus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ssvirus.blogspot.com/feeds/1173945587598618511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8336100834477180964&amp;postID=1173945587598618511&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8336100834477180964/posts/default/1173945587598618511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8336100834477180964/posts/default/1173945587598618511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ssvirus.blogspot.com/2009/09/to-all-3c1s.html' title='To all 3c1&apos;s'/><author><name>Tissue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05886340281484841095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xMFGJv_wWXQ/SaViAArHuqI/AAAAAAAAAeM/yhp_jcoyf3I/S220/nails.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8336100834477180964.post-538219465739577040</id><published>2009-09-16T23:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-16T23:59:42.283+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Spring Cleaning Saturday.</title><content type='html'>Saturday. Woke up at 4, skipped tuition (Sorry, but I needed it- I'm sick too) ngam ngam la. But then Paul said he wasn't gonna pick me up. I guess I was cool with that la cause I really wanted to help. But I seriously no mood. Later on I was like... Haihhh, screw myself la. I'm gonna help them. Felt damn bad. Called Joon apparently he was just leaving Mid Valley. SO he picked me up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not talked to him in a while. I kinda miss hanging out with Joony. Helped them out with the wiring and everything la. I don't know whether I can post the videos... But I'll TRY? Later on la. I think people in C1 have stumbled upon it d.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was actually really fun cleaning up the place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry guys, I can't finish this post today. xD Can I continue this next time. Lol. I need to clear my mind with the next posts first.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8336100834477180964-538219465739577040?l=ssvirus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ssvirus.blogspot.com/feeds/538219465739577040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8336100834477180964&amp;postID=538219465739577040&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8336100834477180964/posts/default/538219465739577040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8336100834477180964/posts/default/538219465739577040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ssvirus.blogspot.com/2009/09/spring-cleaning-saturday.html' title='Spring Cleaning Saturday.'/><author><name>Tissue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05886340281484841095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xMFGJv_wWXQ/SaViAArHuqI/AAAAAAAAAeM/yhp_jcoyf3I/S220/nails.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8336100834477180964.post-5158225667662451905</id><published>2009-09-16T23:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-16T23:43:13.909+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Grumble, grumble...</title><content type='html'>*Cheryl Lee. says:&lt;br /&gt;*Let's just say.. I went to school. I'm monitor. My class was being a bitch as usual. So I got complains 3 times, my discipline teacher was on the brink or kicking my ass.&lt;br /&gt;*I was pretty scared that Paul couldn't pick me up from school cause my dad already decided to ditch me and my phone was having issues- MAJOR issues.&lt;br /&gt;*The time spent with him and Peter was alright la. Uneventful- Amen. There's only so much I can take in one day.&lt;br /&gt;*But then I come home, gonna watch movie with my sister, I kantoi I'm under 18. ==&lt;br /&gt;*They didn't want to refund, my sister shouted at the whole world. They didn't want to let me in either. But eventually, they paid us back.&lt;br /&gt;*Went for dinner, my sister was being an ass still. She damn moody. Fight with my mum.&lt;br /&gt;*My mum lost her ATM card.&lt;br /&gt;*Went back to the mall, looked for it everywhere. Still can't find it.&lt;br /&gt;*My uniform is pink cause my dad threw the wrong shit in the wash.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You want to help me count the SERIES of FRIGGIN unfortunate events? And guess what? I'm stone broke and I need to eat lunch and dinner on my own tomorrow. My mum lost her atm card. What the crap am I supposed to do about that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was me ranting to everyone at the same time. So I might as well just paste it here. I guess it's already up. xD Tomorrow ah. If I angry just don't talk to me d la. I'm probably not mad at you. But this will last a week or so since I was ALREADY pissed off since last Thursday. The weekends were okay. Starting of Sat and the end of Sunday was crap too though. Let's see why.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8336100834477180964-5158225667662451905?l=ssvirus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ssvirus.blogspot.com/feeds/5158225667662451905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8336100834477180964&amp;postID=5158225667662451905&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8336100834477180964/posts/default/5158225667662451905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8336100834477180964/posts/default/5158225667662451905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ssvirus.blogspot.com/2009/09/grumble-grumble.html' title='Grumble, grumble...'/><author><name>Tissue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05886340281484841095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xMFGJv_wWXQ/SaViAArHuqI/AAAAAAAAAeM/yhp_jcoyf3I/S220/nails.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8336100834477180964.post-7772718828336765584</id><published>2009-09-06T23:00:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-06T23:00:17.982+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Killswitch Engage</title><content type='html'>&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://widgets.clearspring.com/o/486d18e3ec7fe527/4aa3ce812af2cace/486d18fcca15d4d9/1e6ea862/widget.js"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8336100834477180964-7772718828336765584?l=ssvirus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ssvirus.blogspot.com/feeds/7772718828336765584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8336100834477180964&amp;postID=7772718828336765584&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8336100834477180964/posts/default/7772718828336765584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8336100834477180964/posts/default/7772718828336765584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ssvirus.blogspot.com/2009/09/killswitch-engage.html' title='Killswitch Engage'/><author><name>Tissue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05886340281484841095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xMFGJv_wWXQ/SaViAArHuqI/AAAAAAAAAeM/yhp_jcoyf3I/S220/nails.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8336100834477180964.post-7936102308730555420</id><published>2009-09-06T22:47:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-06T22:47:32.170+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Roadrunner bands on widgets!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Sorry, but this blog is about to be spammed with widgets. Because I'm damn jakun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://widgets.clearspring.com/o/486d1ce2f92667e4/4aa3cb827a167d3f/486d1d8eeed0a416/114cc676/widget.js"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8336100834477180964-7936102308730555420?l=ssvirus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ssvirus.blogspot.com/feeds/7936102308730555420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8336100834477180964&amp;postID=7936102308730555420&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8336100834477180964/posts/default/7936102308730555420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8336100834477180964/posts/default/7936102308730555420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ssvirus.blogspot.com/2009/09/roadrunner-bands-on-widgets.html' title='Roadrunner bands on widgets!'/><author><name>Tissue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05886340281484841095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xMFGJv_wWXQ/SaViAArHuqI/AAAAAAAAAeM/yhp_jcoyf3I/S220/nails.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8336100834477180964.post-5126864009427677949</id><published>2009-08-31T21:02:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-03T17:32:08.042+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Saturday</title><content type='html'>Saturday... Went to tuition. Today was better than usual I guess. Cause the Geo/ Science sucks. xD So we just messed around at the back. I started drawing zombies and Pre drew this little cute Thriller scene. And that's when I drew Mr Hot. xDDDD DAMN lame. You'll know what I'm talking about if/when I post it. But yeah la. Its friggin funny. Drew a whole lot of stuff la. Its in my book. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After tuition, my dad ditched me. :/ I asked him whether he could take me to amcorp he said you're on your own. Then when I asked him never mind la.. Just go back straight he said I thought you're going on your own what? I was like... ARGH... Screw it. I'll go back by myself with 5 bucks in my pocket. ==&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laura's dad dropped Veno and I at Amcorp. When there to book the dress and place a deposit on it and she ciao la. I took an LRT to KJ. And when I arrived there, the Tropicana bus was gone. O.o I took a rapid to OU instead la. Since Paul was picking me up, it'll be easier for him anyway cause his house is like opposite it. Waited friggin long for the Rapid and it was a friggin traumatic experience, really. :/ I guess I'm not going to be taking public transport for a while. Went to OU called Paul, called Veno to tell her I was in one piece.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After lepakking all, finally Paul came and I was damn relieved la. It was like an end to my misery where I don't have to think about what to do next already cause I was with people I knew. Friggin scary la k. Went to pick up Peter and Jenny and went to church.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went Central Cafe to eat first. I didn't eat la. Couldn't eat d lol. I feel bad for ruining Lim and Lyn's date though. Lim fell asleep though. xD Lyn wanted to discuss her baju and stuff. So... I showed her the dress and all. And I told her everything la. Jenny also heard, I hope la she can keep quiet. Hahhahaha... After that went upstairs for practice. Fwaaahh... I'm SOOO proud of the new talent man. They are sooo good. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During practice was I teaching Justin guitar. Perfect Love. Lol. Continuing la actually. He quite pro d. :D At least its something I can do for him. xD I owe him too much d. Hahahha... THen later sat next to Lim to conteng his LCD line up thing. Lynette (Of course- LOL) come and poke him until he jump. The computer on his lap also fly leh. xD Lynette so ganas with him lehhhh... Hahhahaa...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After practice went back down to yam cha at Central then can hear Disco music. FWAAHH... Its actually the hungry ghost festival music. xD  Damn funny la. That day I zome too many people out d just to listen to the dub dub dub music. :p Then I ciaaooo lorh. I ciao also so mengada. ==&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its always like this. When Paul takes me to church, he always doesn't take me back and tells someone else to do it. However, this time I sendiri go find my own way first so I tak kena rejected XD I go ask Joshua la, cause he lives quite near my place. He said can. Then when he balikking he's like Ask Joony send you back I got work. LOL! Fated la, to kena rejected. xDDD Super sad case man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------&lt;br /&gt;Now playing: &lt;a href="http://www.foxytunes.com/artist/faktion/track/letting+you+go"&gt;Faktion - Letting You Go&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;via &lt;a href="http://www.foxytunes.com/signatunes/"&gt;FoxyTunes&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8336100834477180964-5126864009427677949?l=ssvirus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ssvirus.blogspot.com/feeds/5126864009427677949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8336100834477180964&amp;postID=5126864009427677949&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8336100834477180964/posts/default/5126864009427677949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8336100834477180964/posts/default/5126864009427677949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ssvirus.blogspot.com/2009/08/saturday.html' title='Saturday'/><author><name>Tissue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05886340281484841095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xMFGJv_wWXQ/SaViAArHuqI/AAAAAAAAAeM/yhp_jcoyf3I/S220/nails.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8336100834477180964.post-7421168709875510709</id><published>2009-08-31T19:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T20:50:57.662+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday</title><content type='html'>Suppooseeeddlllyyyy, Lynette was supposed to go dating with Lim and I was supposed to lampost with either Paul or Peter. (don't ask me why, they ask us to go and lampost one *shrugs*) But of course, Lyn got herself grounded :p And now Lim has to go meet in In Laws. xDDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, nothing turned out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the lighter side, very light side actually. Going to CLARE'S PLACE! Wooooooooo... So it was the 5 of us la, Jane, Pre, Veno, Clare and I. Lepak lepak around. And went to amcorp for lunch. Sri Suria there.  don't remember much of what happened. But it consisted of me spitting ice at Veno (of course getting myself whacked ==) And I kinda pity Faiz, Jane punya pakwa, who had to endure us. xD  Who is by the way, an extremely cute couple if I may say so. :D Hahhaha...  He just joined us for lunch for a while then they ciaoo... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that they went to look at nail polish or something o.o And went to look at clothes? VERY surprisingly, Veno put this bronzy looking dress in front of me. And I was like wtf? Its bronze. xD I tried on like 4 dresses. But... I fell in love with the bronze dresss. xD THANK YOU VENO! And everyone liked it too. The price? 169. Crap. Put it aside. The guy however potong the harga for me until it doesn't look so scary. 135. But still expensive. But these people.. Ahhh... I love them so much :D They're willing to chip in for my dress. Of course, I will pay the full amount for the dress. I can't allow them to pay for EVERYTHING. Especially not after getting me a bass. Thank you very much though. I love you guys. :D Went to McD's... Kinda makan and lepak. And then we got Jane and baliiik to Clare's place. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That monkey lcoked us out of her room though. Took ALL the keys out and tried one by one. (It was A LOT) Veno and I try so much d... Then finally Clare was like I'm going to use my LUCKY hand!! And she opened it with the key in her hand. It was like fuaaliaaoooweyhh man. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We talked about everything la. I guess I can't tell you what. But yeah. :p Pre got me addicted to Word Challenge game though. The first time I played, I was no. 5 on my list. Now I'm now 2. Only Kah Ann is kicking my ass! For this month I actually beat Lok d. Damn... xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clare did my nails. Which is nice :D And theeeeeeen... I went into her account to kacau Peter. :p SOrry, lol. Since she threatened me. And apparently she got into my account to kacau Paul also. xD Friggin farrny la.. Both of us talk so much of shit. But Paul actually layan her shit. I read the thing ah, like friggin funny. Next time I get it, I'll post it. Hahahhahah....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had Maggi mee. I semangat to cook one. Then, everyone came and cook. == Jane got a video of it. And we found a dead cicak being infested by ants! We went to CSI and asked it questions. But then... I realized it was dead and I wouldn't want it to answer my questions. :S Later on, Clare had the mee come out of her nose!!!! That's so friggin wicked. While I was WHOA-ing and LAUGHing. I kinda didn't realize that it hurt. :p Sorry. But it WAS friggin cool. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then went back, played more Word Challenge. :p And just talked some more la. I was the last to go back as usual. Then suddenly BLACKOUT. O.o Clare was friggin scared she literally jumped into me. xD Within minutes though, her dad flipped the thing. He damn cekap. And then FINALLY... I baliked. :D&lt;br /&gt;----------------&lt;br /&gt;Now playing: &lt;a href="http://www.foxytunes.com/artist/hillsong+united+(the+i+heart+revolution)/track/what+the+world+will+never+take"&gt;Hillsong United (The I Heart Revolution) - What The World Will Never Take&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;via &lt;a href="http://www.foxytunes.com/signatunes/"&gt;FoxyTunes&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(THIS IS MY JAM YOO) xD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8336100834477180964-7421168709875510709?l=ssvirus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ssvirus.blogspot.com/feeds/7421168709875510709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8336100834477180964&amp;postID=7421168709875510709&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8336100834477180964/posts/default/7421168709875510709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8336100834477180964/posts/default/7421168709875510709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ssvirus.blogspot.com/2009/08/friday.html' title='Friday'/><author><name>Tissue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05886340281484841095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xMFGJv_wWXQ/SaViAArHuqI/AAAAAAAAAeM/yhp_jcoyf3I/S220/nails.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8336100834477180964.post-2472516658317837732</id><published>2009-08-31T19:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T19:51:11.619+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thursday</title><content type='html'>Sad case of a day man. I woke up ngam ngam cause Lim told me he was coming before two, cause my dentist was at 2. And I got ready in time all.. He said he'll come at two though. I was like.. craaaap. Lah, tak per la. Then, he took me to the dentist- I didn't have lunch yet. Little did I know that he was afraid of dentists. xDDDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whoooooooops :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He didn't mind (I hope) taking me though. After that came back to my place for bass lessons. Registered him at the guard house, went through all the security all.... After he parked his car already, got down... Walked towards the lift. And I'm like.... &lt;b&gt;ERRMM... Adrian, where's the bass?&lt;/b&gt; And he goes,"&lt;i&gt;I thought you had it&lt;/i&gt;". &lt;u&gt;SHIT.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Immediately I walked him to his car with one question. &lt;b&gt;Balik, or yam cha?&lt;/b&gt; xDD He said go yam cha la. Went BACK to SS2 (My dentist was there) Couldn't find parking. So we came BACK to near my place there to eat at the mamak. It was plain killing time la cause he had a dinner to attend and I was to go for a book fare with my aunt later that evening. After talking about everything, finish makan and all (LUNCH! :D) He ciaaoo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we were driving in his car however, it was just laughter about how friggin callous we were. And whenever it stopped, it was just,"Daayuummmm" xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad told me to get back by 3.30. :p I messaged him late and said I'm downstairs by the way. xD Whoops again. Lol. I went upstairs. He wasn't there. I was like, shit my dad ffk. He was supposed to take me to my aunt's place so we can go book fare. So I plugged in my Les Paul and... Syok sendiri lo. 5 minutes later, my dad is like COME DOWN NOW. 2 minutes later he calls and goes BRING IN THE CLOTHES FIRST! I came down in less than 10 minutes after doing everything. And I still get shouted at. == What the craaaaapp kan? Haihh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Either way, went to my aunt's place. Slept till we left. Went to KLCC. I love car rides. Especially if its in her Civic :p (Unless its with my dad O.o) We went to KLCC bought revision books and ONE fiction book. Well... NON-fiction book la. One non revision book. xD I got all exercises only though. Makan at Little Penang. :D Syooooook. She was telling me la, where to go work during the holidays and stuff. And I kinda set my mind on &lt;b&gt;Gamer's Hideout&lt;/b&gt; or something like that. :D SIt down and sell high end games. When you're not, play babeehh... :DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later went to Mid Valley to get revision books. Came up to 96 bucks for all the books together. O.o So... Dayuumm. xD Thank you aunty. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------&lt;br /&gt;Now playing: &lt;a href="http://www.foxytunes.com/artist/hillsong+united/track/saviour+king" title="'Hillsong United - Saviour King' - open on FoxyTunes Planet"&gt;Hillsong United - Saviour King&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-style: italic; font-size: 10px;"&gt;via &lt;a style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);" href="http://www.foxytunes.com/signatunes/" title="FoxyTunes - Web of music at your fingertips"&gt;FoxyTunes&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8336100834477180964-2472516658317837732?l=ssvirus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ssvirus.blogspot.com/feeds/2472516658317837732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8336100834477180964&amp;postID=2472516658317837732&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8336100834477180964/posts/default/2472516658317837732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8336100834477180964/posts/default/2472516658317837732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ssvirus.blogspot.com/2009/08/thursday.html' title='Thursday'/><author><name>Tissue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05886340281484841095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xMFGJv_wWXQ/SaViAArHuqI/AAAAAAAAAeM/yhp_jcoyf3I/S220/nails.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8336100834477180964.post-7958432558713378783</id><published>2009-08-31T19:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T19:35:24.956+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wednesday</title><content type='html'>Okay today's nothing day. But I feel really bad for ffk-ing Daniel. So... Sorry!!! :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took this opportunity to wake up at 4pm though. :D Lepak-ed with my sister. And because it was nothing day, I have absolutely no memory of this day. So................. Enjoy the new signatures xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------&lt;br /&gt;Now playing: &lt;a href="http://www.foxytunes.com/artist/hillsong+united/track/yours+forever" title="'Hillsong United - Yours Forever' - open on FoxyTunes Planet"&gt;Hillsong United - Yours Forever&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-style: italic; font-size: 10px;"&gt;via &lt;a style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);" href="http://www.foxytunes.com/signatunes/" title="FoxyTunes - Web of music at your fingertips"&gt;FoxyTunes&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8336100834477180964-7958432558713378783?l=ssvirus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ssvirus.blogspot.com/feeds/7958432558713378783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8336100834477180964&amp;postID=7958432558713378783&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8336100834477180964/posts/default/7958432558713378783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8336100834477180964/posts/default/7958432558713378783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ssvirus.blogspot.com/2009/08/wednesday.html' title='Wednesday'/><author><name>Tissue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05886340281484841095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xMFGJv_wWXQ/SaViAArHuqI/AAAAAAAAAeM/yhp_jcoyf3I/S220/nails.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8336100834477180964.post-9119545644158412119</id><published>2009-08-31T02:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T02:41:19.872+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tuesday</title><content type='html'>Hmmmm... Went to Peter's place. Went to teach Jenny BM for UPSR but ended up teaching Peter math too. Since I can action already, action la. LOL! And now if I don't get A, everyone's gonna kick my ass d. Hahahaaa...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went there to study konon, waited for Jenny to get off the comp for half the day. While Peter and I just stone and talk la. Lol. Made them watch Salad Fingers and stuff. Totally forgot how freaky it was. He made me watch Fred and all. Who is freaking annoying by the way. Urghh... That Helium voice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jenny and Peter also starting to Friends For Sale on Facebook d. So... Good la. Got more people to send me money. xD I see also both of them sent me 1 million d. Haha! Thank you :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Theeennn.... Played COD for a while. Fwah, I damn noob d weyh. But can win against the NOOBER bots. So not SOOO bad I guess. However he burst my bubble by saying if you stand in one corner and wait also, you'll still win against the bots. xD LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watched him play Dead Space- don't remember the order of the games, but yeah... Dead Space looks friggin cool man. It's a hundred times better than friggin House of the Dead 3. When I get a graphic card I'm gonna steal that game man...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had dinner. Which was REALlY good once again. :D Thank you aunty. :D And I TRIED to speak to their grandma in Mandarin which she understood. But... She spoke Cantonese. So I stand there damn malu. Jenny laugh until wanna die d. I don't think Peter realized I did on my way out. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Played Street Fighter. Which I've not played on the comp. He damn babi can play on Hardest. I play on Easy, lost the first time. The next times all win already la at least. I know how to get used to it. So not TOOOO sad case at Street Fighter. :D He actually just opened it to show me Fei Loong- which will be explained in  a WHOLE different post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then balik lo.  Good way to lepak I guess rather than study :p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8336100834477180964-9119545644158412119?l=ssvirus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ssvirus.blogspot.com/feeds/9119545644158412119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8336100834477180964&amp;postID=9119545644158412119&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8336100834477180964/posts/default/9119545644158412119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8336100834477180964/posts/default/9119545644158412119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ssvirus.blogspot.com/2009/08/tuesday.html' title='Tuesday'/><author><name>Tissue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05886340281484841095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xMFGJv_wWXQ/SaViAArHuqI/AAAAAAAAAeM/yhp_jcoyf3I/S220/nails.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8336100834477180964.post-6959604703628900209</id><published>2009-08-31T02:08:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T02:31:24.593+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Monday</title><content type='html'>Monday was Esther's birthday celebration. :D Happy birthday, Esther.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;I'm really sorry I'm posting everything so late. But you SHOULD know that you're one of my best friends and I REALLY sayang you, Esthes. You know everything I guess. You're always the nice one when EVERYONE ELSE (Like today) kacaus me.  And this sentence sums everything up. I sayang you, bestie. :D&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the day... I went to Clare's place. Cause she didn't know where Esther's place was. Then went to her place. We went late. xD Aaaaand, I tried to help Veno peel potatoes but apparently I'm cacat la. Lol. Too neat d. So we played twister soon after. :D Sorry the pics aren't up yet, HOWEVER it was basically some funny shit la. Twister is the best "board" game ever. Hahhaa! Its better than Monopoly, that's for sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Veno and I were winners for round 1. Haha! Super pro d. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watched Coming Soon halfway. It was not bad actually. But its a story in a story, that's not really a story, however it's a story. and the story in a story became a not so story so the story is supposed to be interesting. That's what I got. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Halfway the disc rosak la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we continued with The Commitment. Which was quite dumb == Overall okay la. The storyline was simple (Unlike Coming Soon apparently) but... Lol, quite funny la. xD I was laughing the whole way and I think I pissed everyone off. &lt;i&gt;Sorry&lt;/i&gt; And when the door shut in one of the movies, Esther's room door also closed. So we were like HOMG, WHAT?! Hahahhaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had dinner. Which was AWESOME. Gosh.. I can still taste that dinner. I was tempted to take second round but I was like.. Lah, I finished all the food the first time, didn't really eat the second time, this time I moderate a bit la! Lol!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jalan- jalan. Then walked Clare to the car, bought cigarettes for Esther's mum. And went back to jalan-jalan. We were at the playground. That was so cooling and... Was just the right place to chill la I guess. I don't know why. But... So nice la. At night in the playground. Like damn syok only. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mum called then. So... Go pass Esther's mum the stuff, take my bag and go hommeeeee.... Went to my aunt's place. And I totally don't remember what happened. xD Sorrayh. Esther's birthday only I remember. :p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8336100834477180964-6959604703628900209?l=ssvirus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ssvirus.blogspot.com/feeds/6959604703628900209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8336100834477180964&amp;postID=6959604703628900209&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8336100834477180964/posts/default/6959604703628900209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8336100834477180964/posts/default/6959604703628900209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ssvirus.blogspot.com/2009/08/monday.html' title='Monday'/><author><name>Tissue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05886340281484841095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xMFGJv_wWXQ/SaViAArHuqI/AAAAAAAAAeM/yhp_jcoyf3I/S220/nails.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8336100834477180964.post-291056228765975330</id><published>2009-08-31T02:06:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T02:07:48.961+08:00</updated><title type='text'>?</title><content type='html'>Ironically, I don't know who wants to kill me. xD Sorrayh. Oh, by the way... All (I think) my passwords have been changed since apparently I don't remember who has them. If you NEED it, come find me again lo. Well, to the person who has gotten into my account and wants to kill me, why? xDDD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8336100834477180964-291056228765975330?l=ssvirus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ssvirus.blogspot.com/feeds/291056228765975330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8336100834477180964&amp;postID=291056228765975330&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8336100834477180964/posts/default/291056228765975330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8336100834477180964/posts/default/291056228765975330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ssvirus.blogspot.com/2009/08/blog-post.html' title='?'/><author><name>Tissue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05886340281484841095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xMFGJv_wWXQ/SaViAArHuqI/AAAAAAAAAeM/yhp_jcoyf3I/S220/nails.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8336100834477180964.post-901101415134283727</id><published>2009-08-28T18:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-28T20:26:19.807+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hi Cheryl.Someone is going to kill you.And right,I'm pretty sure you know who.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Your friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8336100834477180964-901101415134283727?l=ssvirus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ssvirus.blogspot.com/feeds/901101415134283727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8336100834477180964&amp;postID=901101415134283727&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8336100834477180964/posts/default/901101415134283727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8336100834477180964/posts/default/901101415134283727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ssvirus.blogspot.com/2009/08/hi-cheryl.html' title=''/><author><name>Tissue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05886340281484841095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xMFGJv_wWXQ/SaViAArHuqI/AAAAAAAAAeM/yhp_jcoyf3I/S220/nails.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8336100834477180964.post-1714817684106818722</id><published>2009-08-26T00:25:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T00:51:34.139+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Holidays</title><content type='html'>The holidays are pretty hectic this time around. Hhahaa... Everyday also got something on. But I had to ffk on one or two plans. Lol. Or have been ffk-ed. ahahhaa...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Monday- Esther's place :D&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday- Peter's place :D&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday- I had to ffk Daniel :/ Sorry, Daniel.&lt;br /&gt;Thursday- Lim coming to my place and following me to the dentist. xD&lt;br /&gt;Friday- ... Waiting for a plan? Lynette just kena kantoi with Lim's phone being with her. Soo.... I think she's grounded. :(&lt;br /&gt;Saturday- Tuition, new talent practice&lt;br /&gt;Sunday- Screw tuition, new talent. xD&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So......... Yeah. I'll elaborate on the first two in another post or something. I'll find some way to post everything on Esther's birthday. But pictures can't be uploaded immediately la, sorry :/ Holidays are going to be long. SO... Milk it dry. :D 11 day holiday. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Celebrate Merdeka everyone. Even if your merdeka would differ from the usual. ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8336100834477180964-1714817684106818722?l=ssvirus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ssvirus.blogspot.com/feeds/1714817684106818722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8336100834477180964&amp;postID=1714817684106818722&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8336100834477180964/posts/default/1714817684106818722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8336100834477180964/posts/default/1714817684106818722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ssvirus.blogspot.com/2009/08/holidays.html' title='Holidays'/><author><name>Tissue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05886340281484841095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xMFGJv_wWXQ/SaViAArHuqI/AAAAAAAAAeM/yhp_jcoyf3I/S220/nails.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8336100834477180964.post-2880137361534896029</id><published>2009-08-23T01:02:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-24T13:22:47.804+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Song meaning too ngam d.</title><content type='html'>Before I begin posting, I'm sorry for being annoying to everyone today. Hahahaha... I was super quiet in the day and friggin annoying at night. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soo... went to church in the evening and left for the Unplugged concert in Acts Church- in Subang. So we went in Paul's car, the deal was Joony drives there, and Adrian Lim drives back. We went in 3 cars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went McD makan first. Super late man. And ate a LOT of fries, dinner and stuff. The didn't like to serve McChickens Joon's and mine can damn late, but Richard's food came the latest for some reason. ahahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went there, it looked damn cool la. Like some raw art gallery thing. Chunted shit. But eh, Mia Palencia. Macam pernah dengar saja? Then I was like, hmm... Must be Christian's sister. And later on I see Christian its like... OOOHHHHHHH... xD It was all REALLY good stuff la. Even though we went a bit late. When we sat down, heard a song- then it was intermission. ==&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During intermission, all of us crowd and conquer one table. Eat the nachos... Stand there for damn long ah. Hhahaa... Look around la, it was a really cool place la. Something at every corner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After intermission- it was this girl la. She was super good ah. Then when we were applauding, I heard this PIERCING scream. And when I heard it I TOTALLY jam. I looked at Peter next to me and it finally made sense. xD The girl &lt;i&gt;BEHIND&lt;/i&gt; me was screaming. And for a second- I totally thought it was Peter being gay. hahahahahahhaaha... (Sorry, Peter xD) We laugh until super noisy la, with Adrian Tan also. Hahahhaa, he told me that from being skinny, I'll become fat (Cause that's what happened to the guy preaching) But.. Even if that does happen to me, he kinda took the heat off the case already. SO... No worries. xD And apparently, I'm not THE ONLY ONE who &lt;b&gt;FLICKS RICE AT PEOPLE&lt;/b&gt; (and tell everyone its my booger, when its not) LOL! Adrian Tan does that too. AND he can mold shapes and figurines out of his real booger. Hahhahaha... Of course, Primary target? Joony kun. Hahahha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOing back, cars re-split. And I made a wrong/ funny decision to follow Adrian Lim and Paul. We're like, how do we get out of here? Follow Caleb out. Then Paul had a great idea (Lim's driving, Joony ciao with Adrian) let's take the highway instead. Check the glove compartment. Joony left his smart tag in the car. :DD Of course I had to say, BURGER KING EVERYONE! ON JOON! Hahhaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We weren't that mean to do that, however, he did pay for our journey. :D Thank you, Mr Joon and Joony. LOL! We go, and Adrian got lost. But for the whole journey he was saying,"Don't tell anyone, I'm not lost. I know where we are. Come on mann" He told Joon that he took A wrong turning. Heck it had to be more than that. xD (No offence xDD)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paul and I were talking shit la and singing along to every song that came on in the car, just to annoy the heck outta Adrian while 'tryin to find my way back home' Which was Paul's previous,"I'm lost" song- Dead and Gone. But the whole journey was us singing. HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once we found the route to PJ (Which took forever) this song came on... And I was like, I know it. I don't know it. &lt;i&gt;OMG I KNOW ALL THE WORDS&lt;/i&gt;. xDDDD So we sang it to Adrian. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;This is Adrian's song. LOL!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Hold me now&lt;br /&gt;I really want to tell you I'm sorry&lt;br /&gt;I could never let you go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And after all that we've been through&lt;br /&gt;I will make it up to you&lt;br /&gt;I promise you&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After we all super jiwang already. The next song came in... JUST as we declared the previous song- the SONG OF THE NIGHT. Some more this song we can sing in parts. xD This is ANOTHER song of the night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And this is the victims' song. LOLL!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I can show you the world&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shining, shimmering, splendid&lt;br /&gt;Tell me princess, now when did you last&lt;br /&gt;Let your heart decide&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can open your eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Take you wonder by wonder&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over sideways and under&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;On a magic carpet ride&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A whole new world&lt;br /&gt;A new fantastic point of view&lt;br /&gt;No one to tell us no&lt;br /&gt;or where to go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or say where only dreaming&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A whole new world&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A dazzling place i never knew&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But when I'm way up here&lt;br /&gt;It's crystal clear&lt;br /&gt;That now I'm in a whole new world&lt;br /&gt;With you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unbelievable sights&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Indescribable feeling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soaring, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;tumbling&lt;/span&gt;, free-wheeling&lt;br /&gt;Through an endless diamond sky&lt;br /&gt;A whole new world&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Ps: The pictures? Well, there was only one proper picture of Adrian torturing us. So.. I'll just save the space and not post it. xD But it WAS super funny. But I think I damn lebih just now la. So, I'm really sorry. Hahahhaa....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8336100834477180964-2880137361534896029?l=ssvirus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ssvirus.blogspot.com/feeds/2880137361534896029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8336100834477180964&amp;postID=2880137361534896029&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8336100834477180964/posts/default/2880137361534896029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8336100834477180964/posts/default/2880137361534896029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ssvirus.blogspot.com/2009/08/song-meaning-to-ngam-d.html' title='Song meaning too ngam d.'/><author><name>Tissue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05886340281484841095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xMFGJv_wWXQ/SaViAArHuqI/AAAAAAAAAeM/yhp_jcoyf3I/S220/nails.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8336100834477180964.post-7227870470254186833</id><published>2009-08-07T15:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-07T16:06:17.222+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Scattered thoughts and ticking clocks?</title><content type='html'>Aaahhhh... So many plans, so little time. Isn't that how everyone is feeling now?&lt;br /&gt;Trials are coming, and I'm blogging. :p No, I'm not guilty yet. Hahhahaa....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, for this exam- I am ACTUALLY studying. How great is that? :DD I know I also damn bangga. Hahaha! But anyhooo.. I've come across a very intersting story from a guy who the Russians call- Gordo. His name is actually Jasbin. xD Why do they call him Gordo? Hhaha! Cause apparently he looks like Eddie Gordo from Tekken. (In 3 by the way, not the scary ugly one in 6- with the tied hair, not the afro)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah. And he said la that he and his friends made some last minutes plans to go to some club. And he wasn't allowed in. He was of age and stuff, but... He couldn't get in. O.o And when he asked them, he said there was &lt;b&gt;Face control&lt;/b&gt; I mean.. What the craaap? They don't let ugly people in. xDDD And that was a Saturday. So, they later went on a Monday. They dressed up properly and stuff, and got in. I assume their thoughts were,"HECK YEAH" But... Everything in the club was pretty shitty la. There were no shows and hardly anyone there. And they dressed up for the "occasion" like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess what? Little did he know.... The only reason why he got in, was because it was crappy on Mondays so there was NO face control. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can you imagine that? They dressed up for nothing. Hahhaha.. You can only imagine how good looking the people inside are then since he's like okay looking. Hahahhaa... Face control? Would you like that to be done in Malaysia?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving on, I'm currently trying to play the piano- again. Though I kinda have to get used to playing Dream Theater again since we're going jamming in two weeks. :D I can't waaait. I SOOO miss playing metal with a band. I'm so used to playing church music only. Not that I'm complaining, but I'm a person who LOVES to explore many genres. And my favorite would &lt;b&gt; ALWAYS&lt;/b&gt; be &lt;i&gt;metal&lt;/i&gt;. :D So far the fixed line up is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Hell's Kitchen- Dream Theater&lt;br /&gt;Dying In Your Arms- Trivium&lt;br /&gt;Ride the Lightning- Metallica&lt;br /&gt;My Sweet Shadow- In Flames&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adrian requested for Master of Puppets by Metallica... But.. I don't think I can play that solo yet. :( I can't get that stupid sweep picking part. His friends suggested Breaking Benjamin... I'm not SOO keen on something so gay..But oh well, reciprocy la kan? :D He said Yuri will most probably be coming too. I wonder what they all will pick. Maybe I'll request End of a Heartache by Killswitch Engaged or The Dagger by Roadrunner United? :D If Adrian is willing to play Joey Jordison stuff. :DDD Heehhh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss jamming with my sister's friend too though. Her friend from KDU I think- last time anyway. But he's a drummer too. Aizat, used to call him Joeyzat. See whether he willing to come and play bass or something. O.o must see how lorh. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now.. I'm also drawing the graphics for Steve Vai's 7 part lesson (Its really old) in Little Black Dots called Martian Loves Secrets. I'll blog it when I'm done. Its a 7 series drawing one for each lesson. You'd find it very Vai-y I assume cause... Its full off the triangle, martians and the eye of Horus-looking thing. So.... Wait till you see it and please leave nice comments. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8336100834477180964-7227870470254186833?l=ssvirus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ssvirus.blogspot.com/feeds/7227870470254186833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8336100834477180964&amp;postID=7227870470254186833&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8336100834477180964/posts/default/7227870470254186833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8336100834477180964/posts/default/7227870470254186833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ssvirus.blogspot.com/2009/08/scattered-thoughts-and-ticking-clocks.html' title='Scattered thoughts and ticking clocks?'/><author><name>Tissue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05886340281484841095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xMFGJv_wWXQ/SaViAArHuqI/AAAAAAAAAeM/yhp_jcoyf3I/S220/nails.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8336100834477180964.post-8638484956551834628</id><published>2009-08-05T23:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-05T23:52:47.681+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Random stuff from today</title><content type='html'>Hah. Supposed to bake today. Stupid policy- no sewing, no baking. (I had no cloth or shit) So... I didn't bake lorh. Well... I actually did. I helped Clare and when I wasn't with Clare, I was with Sab. SO.... Instead of baking one batch, I did two and passed a brilliant idea on to the whole class. :D I'm so proud of myself. HAHAHAHA... I basically poked holes in the cupcakes, filled it with chocolate syrup (inside already got mnm's) Sift icing sugar over it and voilaaaa...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I guess I'm a baker. An ovenless one. But what the heck right? Like as if I'll have time for that. xD Damn shit la. I think we're ALL running out of time left. I just wished I could skip school to study. Ironic? Everyone feels the same way, kan? Haaaaaiiiiiiiihhh.... I'm actually super hyper right now. I have no idea why, I think I'm on the brink of annoying too. So... Just leave the blog or anything when you're sick of me blabbing here. I'm sooo... Jumpy. Restless. Hahhahaa... LALALALLAAA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After baking, we also went around giving it out to the teachers. Martita was excited- everyone had one. Except our class teacher. :( I couldn't find her. I mean.. Not that I really know her. But she's aight, and... I wanted to give her a cupcake. :/ An apparently we broke Toh and Rose's diet. *silent high 5* Mugu asked for one. LOL! We didn't have "enough" to give him though. So... "Touch rocks, I have a life you know?" - Rumpleshmumple. :D I feel quite bad for Martita though cause today even if I was listening it didn't look like it cause I was talking to everyone. And of course, when I needed the credit later on, I didn't have any ==&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B. Lim talks a lot man. And I mean A LOT. Omgg.. During baking I was gonna set her on fire. (Metaphorically, I might have) So.. HAIHHH....Ok la.. She's not THAT bad. BUt I just find her annoying. Maybe we just mo ngam? Gaaaahhhhhhhhhh... I can't stand Taylor Swift. I hear her song EVERYWHERE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After school, went mamak.. Then Paul came my house. He got lost in the parking lot. == I had to run after him. So funny. Then park also he park outside the box. Too pro already. xDD Then, he didn't want a cupcake. LOL! Scared I kill him I think. Today Math BANYAK progress man. Shit. FInished Graphs, Trigonometry and Ratios all. I did some exercises after he left and I got everything right for Trig and Ratios. My graph cacat. CAN YOU BELIEVE THAT? Sad case like hell la. So I'm working on it till the coming Sunday. Then he was checking some of the stuff I did, everything I do right he will give me a look and say,"Clever". I never ORCHID LA him yet. Thanks SO MUCH though.... Hahahahaha... Swan always kena from me, now she also bang people (High 5 emotionless...) SSVVVV....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woooo.. Still high. And then I'm learning random songs on the piano like Can't Help Falling in Love with You and stuff. Though.. I've not made any progress. I wish I could just take the laptop and write the notes above the friggin stave. I HATE BASS CLEFS. I totally can't read it. I read the alphabets when I played bass for concert. *Ssssshhhhhhh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Did you know shhh in Malay is Syyy?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8336100834477180964-8638484956551834628?l=ssvirus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ssvirus.blogspot.com/feeds/8638484956551834628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8336100834477180964&amp;postID=8638484956551834628&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8336100834477180964/posts/default/8638484956551834628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8336100834477180964/posts/default/8638484956551834628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ssvirus.blogspot.com/2009/08/random-stuff-from-today.html' title='Random stuff from today'/><author><name>Tissue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05886340281484841095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xMFGJv_wWXQ/SaViAArHuqI/AAAAAAAAAeM/yhp_jcoyf3I/S220/nails.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8336100834477180964.post-8899760566461457878</id><published>2009-07-30T22:05:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-30T23:55:31.982+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Modern Warfare: A Scary Insight</title><content type='html'>Heya guys. A lot of you MIGHT not find this very interesting, but I felt like as if it was my DUTY (Get it, call OF duty?) to post this up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How I really got to this was basically talking to Peter about CoD6. It led to how it was related to real life. I mean, I knew CoD 5 was all about World War 2 with the Japanese, Americans and Germans but we found out more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Call of Duty 4 (Modern Warfare) was based on the Chernobyl disaster that occurred on the 26th of April 1986. Okay that was the shit at the top of my head. But now, for the RESEARCHED- PRO SHIT!. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;On 26 April 1986 01:23:45 a.m. (&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Moscow_Time" title="Moscow Time"&gt;UTC+3&lt;/a&gt;) reactor number four at the Chernobyl plant, near &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Pripyat,_Ukraine" title="Pripyat, Ukraine" class="mw-redirect"&gt;Pripyat&lt;/a&gt; in the &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ukrainian_Soviet_Socialist_Republic" title="Ukrainian Soviet Socialist Republic"&gt;Ukrainian Soviet Socialist Republic&lt;/a&gt;, exploded. Further explosions and the resulting fire sent a plume of highly radioactive &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Fallout" title="Fallout" class="mw-redirect"&gt;fallout&lt;/a&gt; into the atmosphere and over an extensive geographical area. Four hundred times more fallout was released than had been by the atomic bombing of &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hiroshima" title="Hiroshima"&gt;Hiroshima&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;sup id="cite_ref-1" class="reference"&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Chernobyl_disaster#cite_note-1"&gt;&lt;span&gt;[&lt;/span&gt;2&lt;span&gt;]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Wiki&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;u&gt;The real Russia&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.lupinepromotions.com/chernobyl/chernobyl2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 339px; height: 254px;" src="http://www.lupinepromotions.com/chernobyl/chernobyl2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ferriswheel is in the back of the block of flats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.lupinepromotions.com/chernobyl/chernoby9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 384px; height: 512px;" src="http://www.lupinepromotions.com/chernobyl/chernoby9.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The block of flats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://sillyjoker.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/02/img03.thumbnail.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 175px; height: 130px;" src="http://sillyjoker.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/02/img03.thumbnail.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Now the game&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.statsgen.co.uk/example/cod4/cod4_mp_bloc.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 366px; height: 275px;" src="http://www.statsgen.co.uk/example/cod4/cod4_mp_bloc.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xMFGJv_wWXQ/SnG76HxGvNI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/P6w477mfvh0/s1600-h/blog2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 112px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xMFGJv_wWXQ/SnG76HxGvNI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/P6w477mfvh0/s200/blog2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364275238366788818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://sillyjoker.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/02/cod4-wheel.thumbnail.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 179px; height: 124px;" src="http://sillyjoker.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/02/cod4-wheel.thumbnail.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry stuff MIGHT be jumbled up. I'm pretty confused with myself cause the game is not with me so I can't take pics. This is Peter and I trying to direct each other around the game blindly. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Real:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://sillyjoker.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/02/pripyat-hotel.thumbnail.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 198px; height: 71px;" src="http://sillyjoker.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/02/pripyat-hotel.thumbnail.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Game:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://sillyjoker.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/02/cod4pripyathotelcourtyard.thumbnail.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 185px; height: 138px;" src="http://sillyjoker.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/02/cod4pripyathotelcourtyard.thumbnail.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Game:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://sillyjoker.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/02/cod4pripyathotelinterior.thumbnail.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 317px; height: 238px;" src="http://sillyjoker.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/02/cod4pripyathotelinterior.thumbnail.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Real life:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://sillyjoker.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/02/pripyathotelinterior.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 361px; height: 403px;" src="http://sillyjoker.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/02/pripyathotelinterior.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Real:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.lupinepromotions.com/chernobyl/chernobyl26.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 349px; height: 268px;" src="http://www.lupinepromotions.com/chernobyl/chernobyl26.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Game:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xMFGJv_wWXQ/SnG75xn01jI/AAAAAAAAAfI/qwzQ3GaO3os/s1600-h/blog%601.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 112px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xMFGJv_wWXQ/SnG75xn01jI/AAAAAAAAAfI/qwzQ3GaO3os/s200/blog%601.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364275232422286898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xMFGJv_wWXQ/SnG75bjj1wI/AAAAAAAAAfA/tBIu_JnnMFY/s1600-h/Blog.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 112px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xMFGJv_wWXQ/SnG75bjj1wI/AAAAAAAAAfA/tBIu_JnnMFY/s200/Blog.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364275226498815746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Real:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://sillyjoker.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/02/800px-pripyat01.thumbnail.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 184px; height: 136px;" src="http://sillyjoker.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/02/800px-pripyat01.thumbnail.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Game:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://sillyjoker.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/02/5d34780a1dfca1fbeab96596a032a76f38af66d1.thumbnail.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 182px; height: 135px;" src="http://sillyjoker.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/02/5d34780a1dfca1fbeab96596a032a76f38af66d1.thumbnail.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are a bunch of pictures that I am PRETTY sure are in the game. Cod 4 AND 5. (I think) Sooo... I'm just gonna post it here cause.. As I said, I'm confused. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.lupinepromotions.com/chernobyl/chernobyl27.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 363px; height: 272px;" src="http://www.lupinepromotions.com/chernobyl/chernobyl27.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.lupinepromotions.com/chernobyl/chernobyl3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 295px; height: 221px;" src="http://www.lupinepromotions.com/chernobyl/chernobyl3.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.lupinepromotions.com/chernobyl/chernobyl15.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://www.lupinepromotions.com/chernobyl/chernobyl15.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.lupinepromotions.com/chernobyl/chernobyl7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 341px; height: 256px;" src="http://www.lupinepromotions.com/chernobyl/chernobyl7.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now... The picture that freaks me out the most:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.lupinepromotions.com/chernobyl/chernobyl21.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 386px; height: 289px;" src="http://www.lupinepromotions.com/chernobyl/chernobyl21.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes. I SWEAR I stand here when I have my RPD at Downpour. When I TRY sniping also I'll be here. I swear it, cause always Tan or Paul will knife me when they want to snipe here == This disturbs me cause I'm killing people from here. But... Children were killed here once before. Check out their little shoes! I'm seriously freaked out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bits of information&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently, only one person died from the actual explosion. However... 500,000 died after because of the nuclear effect. Scary? I think so...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Kudos to Peter for the motivation, hyper-ness, pictures and information that contributed greatly to this post&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8336100834477180964-8899760566461457878?l=ssvirus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ssvirus.blogspot.com/feeds/8899760566461457878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8336100834477180964&amp;postID=8899760566461457878&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8336100834477180964/posts/default/8899760566461457878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8336100834477180964/posts/default/8899760566461457878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ssvirus.blogspot.com/2009/07/modern-warfare-scary-insight.html' title='Modern Warfare: A Scary Insight'/><author><name>Tissue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05886340281484841095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xMFGJv_wWXQ/SaViAArHuqI/AAAAAAAAAeM/yhp_jcoyf3I/S220/nails.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xMFGJv_wWXQ/SnG76HxGvNI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/P6w477mfvh0/s72-c/blog2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8336100834477180964.post-3616269496908602954</id><published>2009-07-24T21:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-24T22:41:10.409+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tropicana City with Wing Yi</title><content type='html'>After Laura's baptism and tuition, Shannon was gonna come my house/ Tropicana or whatever la. So when she came her uncle fetched us there. We went to the arcade, and she damn potong stim. I thought  can finish House of the Dead d. Cause we're a friggin pro team, lol. Butwe play a bit then she's like tired d la. Play another game with a smaller gun. xD Her first choice some more was Dance, Dance Revolution. xD Damn funny la. Play the basketball thing all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we went out la. Gonna buy Maggi for dinner. But then she realized something funny. She forgot her ring. xD We RUN up to the arcade, and it was like damn drama like that cause there were these kids experimenting with the balloon on the escalator and I just pushed it up lol. But Shannon was like,"Oi! I think it's theirs what are you doing?" Oh... xD I pushed it back down to them. We RUN to the basketball thing and she just breathlessly grabs the ring. But there was a lady there, we figure she thinks Shannon was trying to take her handbag cause she pulled her handbag against her. And she was like half smiling at us when we walked out and realized we weren't snatch thieves. xDDDDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And FINALLY we go and buy Maggi all. I left most of my money in my dad's car by the way. I was using my sister's money :p I paid her back eventually la. I made Maggi for Shan all, she cannot tahan pedas. She sat there crying, then when my dad came in, he's like,"What you did to Shannon?" xD Damn funny la omg. At Tropicana previously, she saw this cross she wanted to buy one. But not enough money at the moment. Waited for my dad to come back so I can pow my money from his car. When Shannon went back, she balik to Tropicana. xD So I walked there to buy her the thing and we went Borders. Sorry la, I feel weird reading with people. Reading is like my alone time. xD Went walking and stuff. My mum called and told me I have to go for dinner- again. Then I ciao la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a pretty eventful day la. So just thought I blogged it out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8336100834477180964-3616269496908602954?l=ssvirus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ssvirus.blogspot.com/feeds/3616269496908602954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8336100834477180964&amp;postID=3616269496908602954&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8336100834477180964/posts/default/3616269496908602954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8336100834477180964/posts/default/3616269496908602954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ssvirus.blogspot.com/2009/07/tropicana-city-with-wing-yi.html' title='Tropicana City with Wing Yi'/><author><name>Tissue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05886340281484841095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xMFGJv_wWXQ/SaViAArHuqI/AAAAAAAAAeM/yhp_jcoyf3I/S220/nails.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8336100834477180964.post-4271581311214811953</id><published>2009-07-24T20:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-24T21:09:22.361+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Laura's baptism and a bit after it.</title><content type='html'>So in the morning, we go for Laura's baptism at Rhana's place- Ehsan Ria. Yeah, she's lucky to get it in the swimming pool. :) We were pretty early. When the car drove into the entrance, we could see a bunch of people still roaming around. When I met up with Laura- I brought her to do the same. Went to the playground and was talking about everything la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just so you know, that place still brings back good memories. Even though we always hung out and stuff- I've still not swam with you guys there. WHEN you come back, it's a must-do? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoo, after like a half an hour, we go back. And they immediately start- No, they were waiting for Rhana, Paul and Lim- not us :p Joony ngam ngam arrives to play guitar, if not Lavynce play d :p So Lavynce leads worship. It was a small, simple, joyous gathering la :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We head to the swimming pool, Lim went first. He almost got drowned cause Joshua purposely pushed him in kow kow. xD Then it was Su Ann and Laura with thankfully, no incidents. Haha! When we were done, we went back to the hall thing to makan while the three candidates continued swimming, and Joshua too. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then everyone like went to Paul and tried to push/ carry/ do ANYTHING to get him into the pool. They already removed the stuff from his pocket. In the end though, cause he so fat it was unsuccessful. xD They did however manage to koyakkan his slipper. But the next day he shoed with a pair of Crocs anyway ==&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, Laura was sitting at the edge of the swimming pool- I was plotting to push her in :D&lt;br /&gt;I told Jenny, when Joshua finishes talking to Jessica you take Laura's towel. She knew what was happening and was obedient :p And I just sat down and told Joshua, can you please help me with Laura. That's all I had to do. Hahhaha.. She went in. :p I plan right in front of her also cannot hear. XDDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I makan. I felt like a pig cause I was downing two sandwiches at a time. Then went to sing with Tan and Joon. (Omg, now we have to call everyone by their last name) xD Yeah, I join- and of course ADRIAAN TAN, mengada piece of crap will potong stim. And I used to wonder why everyone cari pasal with him. xD Then Joony halfway emo one. Showing off his plucking skills. Hhaha... Behind me though, I could hear Esther telling Justin her BRILLIANT joke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Esther: There was a banana and a monkey, why didn't the monkey eat the banana.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Justin: Cause you're the monkey&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Esther: Noooo....&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Justin: Cause you're the banana?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Esther: No la! Faster!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Justin: Then you're both la!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kua kuaa kuaaaaa moment. xD I'm not going to post the joke here, don't worry. Would take the fun out of everything. Hhahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After everything, we packed up and left. But we left rather early. Laura and I were like, what to do now? So I suggested that we go ampcorp, yam cha and stuff then take a cab and go tuition. Walked around, talked about stuff that.. I THINK was required la. It wasn't a torture session (Amen) so that's great. :D We go tuition then like a bit too early la. But SURPRISINGLY Karthigesu and Veno weren't that late either. Haha!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8336100834477180964-4271581311214811953?l=ssvirus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ssvirus.blogspot.com/feeds/4271581311214811953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8336100834477180964&amp;postID=4271581311214811953&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8336100834477180964/posts/default/4271581311214811953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8336100834477180964/posts/default/4271581311214811953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ssvirus.blogspot.com/2009/07/lauras-baptism-and-bit-after-it.html' title='Laura&apos;s baptism and a bit after it.'/><author><name>Tissue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05886340281484841095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xMFGJv_wWXQ/SaViAArHuqI/AAAAAAAAAeM/yhp_jcoyf3I/S220/nails.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8336100834477180964.post-3239187806475005369</id><published>2009-07-16T18:52:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T19:03:00.583+08:00</updated><title type='text'>TELEMATCH!</title><content type='html'>Today was one weird shit day... IN the morning, I come really early cause my sister has to go to driving school. Yes... I'm FINALLY early for school. Stupid shit. I prefer sweeping Mutiara basement. Anyway, during assembly, Jane comes in pj baju. Everyone's asking her, why you in baju pj, and she's all TELEMATCH! Don't you remember?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was kind of my job to remember that. I was supposed to submit the names of those who are supposed to go for the telematch a long time ago. But well.. It was today. Who were going? I've no idea. The stupid part of it all, was that the whole C block combined had to have 10 people. In that case, we had no confirmed number of people to put in. We played safe and sent in 4 random people all in their pinafore and baju kurung.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was one of them. xD I'm sorry, I TOLD you that I'd want you to go so you won't lose kow kow. Turns out, I only suck at hockey. Anyway, there was one game we had to kepit the netball. xD So I took of my kain. Yeaaapp... I don't wear shorts. I kinda ran around the school in my boxers for a while. But what the heck, girl's school kan? xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We finished 2nd and third for most games and WON the last game. I don't know who got first overall, but I really hope the M class wins. They played all by the rules, and told the teacher they lost and all. They really played fair la. Eylia cheat like damn babi. Lol! I can see that the A block kinda cheated too. But whatever la. All also get prize. Hahhaha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw, thanks Veno cause you went through a lot to do my job. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8336100834477180964-3239187806475005369?l=ssvirus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ssvirus.blogspot.com/feeds/3239187806475005369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8336100834477180964&amp;postID=3239187806475005369&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8336100834477180964/posts/default/3239187806475005369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8336100834477180964/posts/default/3239187806475005369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ssvirus.blogspot.com/2009/07/telematch.html' title='TELEMATCH!'/><author><name>Tissue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05886340281484841095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xMFGJv_wWXQ/SaViAArHuqI/AAAAAAAAAeM/yhp_jcoyf3I/S220/nails.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8336100834477180964.post-6363846942484461437</id><published>2009-07-10T00:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T00:58:18.254+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Band concert: In Tempo with Life</title><content type='html'>This might be really long, or really short. Please bare with me. Thank you :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So... We practiced for two months- with horrid attendance. All of us were sick for the last two weeks till concert. Gosh. It was a really long time la, getting scolding for the same things it's like we're all knuckle heads that just doesn't get it. At the end of the day however- HUGE success! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, for all the AMB members. You know what we've been through. It might not be as bad as sports day. But it sure is longer than that. No band camp during the holidays but no HOLIDAYS during the holidays either. xD We've made SOOO many sacrifices for this one day, and one night. We made the most of it. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The supporters. Thank you SO, SO much. I'm REALLY sorry for all the people who approached me for tickets when we were sold out. As much as I love telling everyone tickets were sold out (TICKETS WERE SOLD OUT) :p it was a bit sad for me to tell people, sorry you can't come and be a part of that one night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd say that the band was as excited as the audience. We really didn't know what to expect of anything. Thanks for the Go Cheryls too. Even if it WAS the other two Cheryls. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The outcome?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brilliance. Not perfection- for sure. But hey, I enjoyed myself, and so did the audience. I learned a LOT in that short span of time. Technically and so on. Just once again, thanks everyone. You know I sayang all of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We raised a LOT of money too. Donations alone came up to 30-40 k I think. Tickets and programme books should be 10k? I don't know where the rest of the money came from- but rumour has it that we raised about 100k that night. Or maybe plus matinee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woo hooooo... I finally posted a lot of stuff. Thank you again. :D It was a blast.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8336100834477180964-6363846942484461437?l=ssvirus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ssvirus.blogspot.com/feeds/6363846942484461437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8336100834477180964&amp;postID=6363846942484461437&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8336100834477180964/posts/default/6363846942484461437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8336100834477180964/posts/default/6363846942484461437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ssvirus.blogspot.com/2009/07/band-concert-in-tempo-with-life.html' title='Band concert: In Tempo with Life'/><author><name>Tissue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05886340281484841095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xMFGJv_wWXQ/SaViAArHuqI/AAAAAAAAAeM/yhp_jcoyf3I/S220/nails.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8336100834477180964.post-4103025623710110733</id><published>2009-07-10T00:05:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T00:40:23.490+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Transformers!</title><content type='html'>Sorry AGAIN! I just got my laptop back. So now I can blog properly. :DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now, I just have to talk about transformers before I even get into this whole laptop story. As you all know, I was a big Transformers fan since G1. However, the cartoon wasn't big enough to be made into themes and stuff- but now it is. :D I know this may seem a little far out. But what the heck. Here's what I've done to my comp interface.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My wallpaper:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.google.com/images?q=tbn:XEITUJqebiO6rM::scrapetv.com/News/News%252520Pages/Entertainment/images-3/Autobot-logo-transformers-movie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 119px; height: 118px;" src="http://www.google.com/images?q=tbn:XEITUJqebiO6rM::scrapetv.com/News/News%252520Pages/Entertainment/images-3/Autobot-logo-transformers-movie.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Mozilla Firefox:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://mphillips80.googlepages.com/autobot1.jpg/autobot1-large.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 287px; height: 214px;" src="http://mphillips80.googlepages.com/autobot1.jpg/autobot1-large.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My messenger:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.msgpluslive.net/skins/uploads/Transformers-2---Megatron_small.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://www.msgpluslive.net/skins/uploads/Transformers-2---Megatron_small.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're wondering why I'm such an Autobot freak but have a decepticon messenger is NOT because I've switched sides by the way. It's just that for THAT particular skin, the Optimus and Bumblebee look a bit gay. The Barricade one was gay too. Megatron wins for exterior layout on THIISS- I repeat THIS skin. Thank you. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fine, I've not started on the comp itself. I've been doing my most used programs first. Cause- someone else has done it. My mario boot screen is going Bumblebee :p It's like I have so much of space I don't know what to do with it like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since we're here, I'll tell you when we watched it then. 15 of us from BOL went to watch it. Went with Joon and Lyn. Ate at Burger King. Burger King can pay with Touch and Go weyh! Next time, he's SOOO belanja-ing me :p Kidding lah. But ya lo... Then Lyn like very syok with A Lim like that. Muahahhaahhh.. I wish Lok will find this post :p Went to buy her COW also. We both stone broke that day ah. We didn't have money for ticket also. We worked it out. Had ice cream for dinner. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went for movie, poor Lyn couldn't sit beside Adrian Lim. XD Hahah, when Shia La Poof (sp intentional :p) appeared can hear Lynette "Ooo-ing" then when Megan Fox appeared, everyone was like WHOAED. It was 2 mili-seconds of silence. xDDD Funny la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall, Tranformers kinda topped the charts of the year. Beat Star Trek. Right now its...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Transformers&lt;br /&gt;Star Trek&lt;br /&gt;Angels and Demons/ Terminator&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Call me crazy Angels and Demons tying in with Terminator. I LOOVEEE Christian Bale and all, but... as much as I loved it it didn't wow me as much as te first two. And Angels and Demons pretty much gave justice to the book, so it deserves the one up anyhoo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till the next post then,&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8336100834477180964-4103025623710110733?l=ssvirus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ssvirus.blogspot.com/feeds/4103025623710110733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8336100834477180964&amp;postID=4103025623710110733&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8336100834477180964/posts/default/4103025623710110733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8336100834477180964/posts/default/4103025623710110733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ssvirus.blogspot.com/2009/07/transformers.html' title='Transformers!'/><author><name>Tissue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05886340281484841095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xMFGJv_wWXQ/SaViAArHuqI/AAAAAAAAAeM/yhp_jcoyf3I/S220/nails.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8336100834477180964.post-739386286985613298</id><published>2009-06-30T20:05:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T20:09:07.526+08:00</updated><title type='text'>RECAP!</title><content type='html'>kkkkkkkkkkk... First up, sorry guys. Its been ages. Gosh. I don't know what to post also now. So please allow me to work through the events backwards as I check the others blogs to recollect. xD And if I'm not lazy steal pictures. Sorry guys!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8336100834477180964-739386286985613298?l=ssvirus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ssvirus.blogspot.com/feeds/739386286985613298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8336100834477180964&amp;postID=739386286985613298&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8336100834477180964/posts/default/739386286985613298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8336100834477180964/posts/default/739386286985613298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ssvirus.blogspot.com/2009/06/recap.html' title='RECAP!'/><author><name>Tissue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05886340281484841095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xMFGJv_wWXQ/SaViAArHuqI/AAAAAAAAAeM/yhp_jcoyf3I/S220/nails.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8336100834477180964.post-5605319077669318276</id><published>2009-06-13T21:14:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T21:16:59.038+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hula song. xD</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/OBE_T-K8nhY&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/OBE_T-K8nhY&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Waddaya want me to do? Dress in drag and do the hula?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If your hungry for a hunk of fat and juicy meat?&lt;br /&gt;Eat my buddy pumba here cause he is a treat. &lt;br /&gt;Come on down and dine&lt;br /&gt;On this tasty swine &lt;br /&gt;Alll you gotta do is get in line.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arrrre ya achinn&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt; 'yup yup yup',&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Foooorrr some bacon &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;'yup yup yup' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He'sssss a big pig&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt; 'yup yup' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you can be a big pig to. OY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha, just something random i wanted to post. i so need to watch this show and all its sequels again. xD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8336100834477180964-5605319077669318276?l=ssvirus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ssvirus.blogspot.com/feeds/5605319077669318276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8336100834477180964&amp;postID=5605319077669318276&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8336100834477180964/posts/default/5605319077669318276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8336100834477180964/posts/default/5605319077669318276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ssvirus.blogspot.com/2009/06/hula-song-xd.html' title='hula song. xD'/><author><name>win</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08529120638345298470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VSOulOEHB38/SjZyVkhZmkI/AAAAAAAAAKA/wva29u4WnNg/S220/13092008(010)-001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8336100834477180964.post-7016994459473824821</id><published>2009-06-12T19:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T19:12:00.367+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bali?</title><content type='html'>hey. you wanted a bali post? haha, here it is. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bali, Indonesia. A surfer's paradise. Sorry to burst the bubble la, but honestly right, i didnt think it was one of my best trips. =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went on the sunday night? and the whole trip was only confirmed the tuesday before. so, pretty last minute la. Wasn't that thrilled. I knew i'd be missing band and wasn't very happy for some reason or other. It's not that i love going for band practices la, *(whispers) who does right? xD * its just, i KNOW i really need the practise. and i dont get to. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bali itself, was pretty cool. one thing's for sure, weather was super hot during the day. Thankfully it got cooler at night and in the early mornings. the beaches were pretty. =) that i loved, haha. visited the volcano there too. a bit potong la cause half the time we were there it was raining. so, it was out of sight. =/ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got to stay at a homestay, which means you stay with the locals la. got to see what their houses there are like, and how they lived and all that. it was interesting la, i mean, what's the point really if you go anywhere in the world, and you stay at 5-star hotels? its gonna be the same everywhere right? -.- plus, homestay cheaper some more. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thing. we were short of cash. really. so, i'm really sorry for all those out there hoping for souvenirs cause, I didnt have enough money to get you any. xD sorry sorry sorry.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8336100834477180964-7016994459473824821?l=ssvirus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ssvirus.blogspot.com/feeds/7016994459473824821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8336100834477180964&amp;postID=7016994459473824821&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8336100834477180964/posts/default/7016994459473824821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8336100834477180964/posts/default/7016994459473824821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ssvirus.blogspot.com/2009/06/bali.html' title='Bali?'/><author><name>win</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08529120638345298470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VSOulOEHB38/SjZyVkhZmkI/AAAAAAAAAKA/wva29u4WnNg/S220/13092008(010)-001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8336100834477180964.post-2951491974029738468</id><published>2009-06-01T16:42:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T19:57:24.555+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 2, Found</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-c.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v4485/86/14/588417003/n588417003_2657962_5881309.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 483px; height: 362px;" src="http://photos-c.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v4485/86/14/588417003/n588417003_2657962_5881309.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-d.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs013.snc1/4485_104690332003_588417003_2657955_4049802_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 482px; height: 358px;" src="http://photos-d.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs013.snc1/4485_104690332003_588417003_2657955_4049802_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-b.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs053.snc1/4485_104691227003_588417003_2657961_332450_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 479px; height: 360px;" src="http://photos-b.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs053.snc1/4485_104691227003_588417003_2657961_332450_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-h.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v4485/86/14/588417003/n588417003_2657991_5992883.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 475px; height: 356px;" src="http://photos-h.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v4485/86/14/588417003/n588417003_2657991_5992883.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-h.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs053.snc1/4485_104688522003_588417003_2657943_1119732_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 467px; height: 350px;" src="http://photos-h.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs053.snc1/4485_104688522003_588417003_2657943_1119732_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chapter 2 of the concert came and went. It was called found. God found people, we met 'em. They're awesome. Total of 3 people who accepted Christ. How awesome is that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Music was good. Though I'm still crying over my "today is the day" solo. My nerves ACTUALLY kicked in. I didn't know I had those nerves. GRRRR....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoo... videos are posted on facebook. I'm tagged in them. Ju Winn posted them. Sorry you can't see my face. Adrian was blocking me throughout the thing == I've not really watched it but Kevin said it was good but the "specky" guy is in the way. So... If you'll ever read this- apologize :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It all went great. I can't say A LOT really. But I'm absolutely satisfied now. This time, I'll post some pictures. But there are none of me- cause the specky guy is blocking me. == What more? Everyone saw my face before the solo. And the relief of it after. And the shock cause I forget the next song. I wonder whether it's the same for Juju or Peter or even any of the vocalists?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, went yam cha session. Lok and I pakat against Lynette d. Then I took Esther on a one on one best friend showdown. She and her glass. She's talking to the glass for the whole day! And Wai Yew was talking to himself. Well, that's great aight? Jane became best friends with Jenny. Clare is scared shit of my church now. (Lol) and now we expect the next event...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Love, Dating and Sex&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;In our church. Lol. Apparently Joshua wants us to learn that dating is encouraged. And he wants us to do it right. Did I say it right? xD Everyone from concert is "forced" (Not by them la k, but by me) to attend this. To everyone who minats anyone in my church or concert people, your're even more encouraged to come. Cause this is to pupuk the "boy girl relationship" within the ages of 13-18. But anyone can come. That's just the target age.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Either way. I'm just gonna say that Im proud of each and every single member of the concert. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8336100834477180964-2951491974029738468?l=ssvirus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ssvirus.blogspot.com/feeds/2951491974029738468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8336100834477180964&amp;postID=2951491974029738468&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8336100834477180964/posts/default/2951491974029738468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8336100834477180964/posts/default/2951491974029738468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ssvirus.blogspot.com/2009/06/chapter-2-found.html' title='Chapter 2, Found'/><author><name>Tissue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05886340281484841095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xMFGJv_wWXQ/SaViAArHuqI/AAAAAAAAAeM/yhp_jcoyf3I/S220/nails.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8336100834477180964.post-3212884293534620774</id><published>2009-05-29T17:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T17:43:08.021+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Subang Jaya</title><content type='html'>Lol, I'm finally posting this stupid thing. This is yet another "before practice" incident. Yuan is asked to pick me up for practice that day (starts at 8.30, he was picking me up at like 5.30) This was on Tuesdaaaay? Before he comes he calls me to double check the way to my house. Good thing though, he made it there in time. I asked him why we were there so early though. He said got jam and bla blaaa... I said we'll definitely be there by 7.30. We'd still have an hour to kill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we went to get Peter and Jenny. Directed him there. When we arrive Jenny comes out immediately and Peter is late. Yuan frets about for what seemed like hours on how late and jammed it would be. While I took account of the time of this WHOLE incident. Peter came out 5 minutes after we reached. == The best part is, when Jenny asks Yuan whether it's his car, hesimply replied,&lt;i&gt;"No la, it's Cheryl's one"&lt;/i&gt; :D I assume its my birthday present lorh. Thank you :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After we got them and all- in my car- we went to get Richard. Which we lagi didn't know the way cause he doesn't live in front of Ming Tien. xD But good thing Peter knows the way. The fella waiting outside for dunno how long because Yuan is being agressive on the road. &lt;b&gt;I don't know whether he actually was, or was I just telling people that&lt;/b&gt; xD Anyhoo, we're turning out of there la. And Richard doesn't know the way out. And I'm really not one with that area, so I left it to them la. Richard also just said, you go whereever you like la. So Yuan picked a BRILLIANT turning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went up finding a U turn. There was none. It was a highway- a messy one- that led to Subang. Off we went into a place we &lt;b&gt;LAGGGIIII&lt;/b&gt; don't know. :D &lt;b&gt;Great right?&lt;/b&gt; First Yuan was still gutsy. Went on. He didn't want to call for help at all... Lalalalaaa... Suddenly, he asks me to call Adrian. And I do. He was all,&lt;i&gt;"How did you end up THERE? Call Joon la he's more familiar. I don't know wor.&lt;/i&gt;- Sucks. But from Chikopeh (sp?) he switched to Blackie ==&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the way there, damn syok. Everyone kenakan him. xD Of course in the end we grew tired of it. So I went to sleep. But Yuan pulled an earphone from my ear and said,&lt;i&gt;"CANNOT SLEEP LA"&lt;/i&gt;Dunno what's his problem == But we reached there as I predicted. 7.30! :D I guess Jenny, Peter, Richard and I do make a pretty good team to annoy the heck out of people. *high 5 everybody*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later, Yuan also dowwana call anyone d. He go la follow his "instinct" cause he shouldn't have trusted "people who don't drive" == - by the way, I was the one who directed him everywhere BUT Subang! Anyway, he asks me where to turn at last. And I said go straight and was sure of it. The buggar dowwana listen to me. Then, argue for the whole traffic light (which was pretty long in fact) and he decides to listen to me. BOOM! We're on the way back to KL. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok lah.. So it's not really my fault we were on the right road la. But give me something to belagak with. xD I hope he forgot that I was gonna chip in 5 bucks to his petrol tank. :p Peter and jenny have made vows never to step foot in his car again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately- two days later, he had to send me back. Babi. He threatened to make me walk home d. I was on the phone with my mum, so I told her- then only he sent me back. xD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8336100834477180964-3212884293534620774?l=ssvirus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ssvirus.blogspot.com/feeds/3212884293534620774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8336100834477180964&amp;postID=3212884293534620774&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8336100834477180964/posts/default/3212884293534620774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8336100834477180964/posts/default/3212884293534620774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ssvirus.blogspot.com/2009/05/subang-jaya.html' title='Subang Jaya'/><author><name>Tissue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05886340281484841095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xMFGJv_wWXQ/SaViAArHuqI/AAAAAAAAAeM/yhp_jcoyf3I/S220/nails.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8336100834477180964.post-666507193147462411</id><published>2009-05-20T00:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T00:44:15.646+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Sudden Concert Practice</title><content type='html'>So today was basically a coincidence that I know about practice. I was online, and as usual Peter asked me who's fetching me. And I'm like for what? He said for practice. I go oh crap. Practice today meh? DiEEEE no one's at home to allow me to go out. And Michelle finished my credit. == I just asked Peter to see whether Caleb (his bro la) can fetch me along with him. Then I found a way to get my dad to call me. He was pretty mad. He said go study for your PMR. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FYI, I was doing Sejarah folio and was giving Peter mine anyway. I WAS studying for PMR in a way. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I switched off the comp (Expecting them to come after Peter went offline) so I put on the cd with all the concert songs to run through. Then I go... I know everything d. What I need is INSPIRATION... ROADRUNNER UNITED, BABY! :D And massive headbanging to that and emo singing to Killswitch Engaged. lalalaaa... Then Caleb calls half an hour later. Crap I can't find my glasses. SEARCH! I walk out of the house thinking damn, it can't be anyway. Guess where it was? On my baju. == Lavynce case d xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah... Went to church. Told Jenny to remember all her Parameswara crap she's learning now. Bla bla bla.. Guess whaaaaat? We're locked out of church. There's no one there. curse. curse. So sit there and talk la. Wait for people. Caleb drive off d some more. Peter and I looking at each other like idiots. Talk la, then he rang the doorbell many times. Then, then.. I was scared la. xD I was like,&lt;i&gt;"WHAT IF REALLY GOT PEOPLE?"&lt;/i&gt; He also went ya horr.. Then stop pressing. Later on he started ringing again. 20 minutes ish later, Lavynce comes out to open the gate. FROM INSIDE! == She thought it was Adrian and he had the keys. So she didn't layan. =====&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sad case to the max. The best part is.. Still no sign of the guys. 10 minutes later they show up. O.o Set up and everything then practiced. Oooooooohh... Practice is goooood. :D Everything I practiced KINDA paid off. But of course, I still needta practice la. Better than last time la. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After everything, Joon kena GL. (APPARENTLY cause he look like girl) GL= Gay Love. Lol. To the max la today.. I was so grossed out. So I stuck to Lavynce cause.. She wasn't gay. Damn funny la. So yeaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhh.... That sums up today. Thank God I didn't get scolding when I came back late today. I thought gonna die d.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ps: yes, saxes I know what's going on. I'm SOOO sorry I didn't answer anyone's calls. Nadicson saw Esthes than he told me its your friend. Don't answer. xD He terasa about my fb note d. :p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8336100834477180964-666507193147462411?l=ssvirus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ssvirus.blogspot.com/feeds/666507193147462411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8336100834477180964&amp;postID=666507193147462411&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8336100834477180964/posts/default/666507193147462411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8336100834477180964/posts/default/666507193147462411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ssvirus.blogspot.com/2009/05/sudden-concert-practice.html' title='A Sudden Concert Practice'/><author><name>Tissue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05886340281484841095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xMFGJv_wWXQ/SaViAArHuqI/AAAAAAAAAeM/yhp_jcoyf3I/S220/nails.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8336100834477180964.post-7652141363146817410</id><published>2009-05-11T22:00:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T22:20:07.193+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sejarah Syllabus</title><content type='html'>Guess what? My sister just told me that everything I was studying is total bullshit. This post is just how funny our sejarah is.. Not so much on how much its bullcrap. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b?wanna&gt;&lt;b&gt;Wanna know why?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;We all know the answer to that one. :D&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all... Why we reached Kemerdekaan... Though Tunku Abdul Rahman with all do respect made our country a better place. Apparently, his works were not the cause of us being free of colonization. The reason is simply because in 1952, it was ILLEGAL to colonize countries. == Meaning, they just liftd the ban of all the countries. You want proof? Look for a law book. Hhahaha... Funny as ass man. But I guess the text book makes it into a story so... Our lives will be ruined with the idea of "sejarah" and makes our country more bullshit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second.. Fine, so this doesn't prove that what we're learning is bullshit, but... Look at your form 3 text book and see the illustration of PKM. :p It's just a bunch of random Chinese people killing Malay people who are bleeding on the floor. By the way, if they really kill wihout berperikemanusiaan, they wouldn't be using guns. @.@&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And.. a lot more things I would like to say, but PROBABLY can't say it here. Lol. I'm not taking the risk la. But don't worry, it has nothing to do with teachers. I'm kinda good with my sejarah teacher. It's not her fault that we're learning this. xD&lt;/b?wanna&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8336100834477180964-7652141363146817410?l=ssvirus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ssvirus.blogspot.com/feeds/7652141363146817410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8336100834477180964&amp;postID=7652141363146817410&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8336100834477180964/posts/default/7652141363146817410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8336100834477180964/posts/default/7652141363146817410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ssvirus.blogspot.com/2009/05/sejarah-syllabus.html' title='Sejarah Syllabus'/><author><name>Tissue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05886340281484841095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xMFGJv_wWXQ/SaViAArHuqI/AAAAAAAAAeM/yhp_jcoyf3I/S220/nails.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8336100834477180964.post-119654315106689578</id><published>2009-05-10T22:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T23:00:25.198+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Inspiration</title><content type='html'>This may be expected, funny or both.. But this time Star Trek is my inspiration to blog again. yeah, I like this kinda thing and the movie was good! (although they didn't speak Klingon which I'm quite upset about) but it was good. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My theory of evolution- and I don't mean darwin's or what ever la k. That one has so many evidences yet so many loop holes. So I refuse to give MUCH reference to that. However, I believe that the evolution of mankind would be like the Vulcans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's evolution?&lt;br /&gt;Evolution is simply development. In which I am talking about here. The development of humans against time. How we'd behave in the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are the vulcans? (To my understanding la. I seldom watch star trek.This is based on the books I've read)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vulcans are creatures that are not controlled by emotion. They have to have emotion within them la, it's not like it looks. Because the amygdala in the brain (which is responsible for emotion) is what seperates one from another. And I don't mean identity. I mean, you identifying other things with your brain. To make a decision it has to tell apart the two choices and decide the one that you feel better about- hence - the amygdala.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving on, once we are not controlled by it rather, us having control over it, we have moved one step forward towards evolution. Ironically, (in my opinion la) I think that mankind has actually taken a step backwards since the cavemen or whatever. Wanna know why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're reading, that means you wanna know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cavemen went through the every man for himself phase. This means that there are no "feelings" its all "needs". There's no this is wrong, this is right. It's more of," I wanna eat. I'm gonna hunt. You wanna eat, you lazy to hunt? You go die la."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now, it's just the world making sympathy look like its something really important. I guess ta times its the least we could do for most people, but... Sympathy ain't empthy. Do something about it instead of just "showing emotion"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not saying that emotion is bad or... we shouldn't have emotion or whatever. But maybe it's because I too am a part of this emo generation. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The main thing I want to stress is this: With one mind set of a whole, group, school, congregation- whatever la. You'd be able to achieve it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I really like about star trek is that there's no back stabbing or power crazy or whatever. It's all "for the greater good of the mission". If you're no good, you go bye bye. If you are, you're in charge. You may argue and said Spock got emo. He got emo cause the operation was failing and he just tried to do everything he could for the federation- for the mission.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah. Enterprise may be a bit bias cause all the other stupid ships at starfleet aren't as famous. But that just means conflict right? Let's narrow down the problems they COULD have at the federation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They can't have stupid people. You need to go through TONS of exams to get through it. So incompetance ain't one of 'em.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's see... Every other problem I can forsee is relating to some emotional shit. So, if you can think of any- please let me know. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now, I know I'm crapping cause none of you really care what I tihnk about evolution but is just reading this cause you have no life of your own. But heck. I'm interpreting star trek. I don't think I have one either. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So you get my just of it? every one of the vulcans have the same IDIOTIC hairstyle. Sure it's ugly. But, how are you going to boast, how are you going to judge or ANYTHING? Ta daaa... We kinda go back to Marxism which upholds the "all for one" moto. (I guess) The misinterpretation of Marx in most books are that you blong to the country. Which is PARTIALLY true. But the country doesn't actually use you apparently. But it's just something that most people wouldn't mind submitting to. But of course, it's the whole Lennon principle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine all the people living life in peace?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can only imagine that with THIS step of development. So, can all of you stop being so friggin attention seeking and emotionally controlled? Chill out and make sure that anyway the wind blows, it doesn't really matter. (But keep in mind your priorities- which is in turn- the mission of the federation)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry I crap kow kow. I think I forgot what I was saying some more.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8336100834477180964-119654315106689578?l=ssvirus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ssvirus.blogspot.com/feeds/119654315106689578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8336100834477180964&amp;postID=119654315106689578&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8336100834477180964/posts/default/119654315106689578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8336100834477180964/posts/default/119654315106689578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ssvirus.blogspot.com/2009/05/inspiration.html' title='Inspiration'/><author><name>Tissue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05886340281484841095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xMFGJv_wWXQ/SaViAArHuqI/AAAAAAAAAeM/yhp_jcoyf3I/S220/nails.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8336100834477180964.post-3549930096172037777</id><published>2009-05-03T17:22:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T17:24:08.156+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Church Camp!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xMFGJv_wWXQ/Sg00nxVUQ0I/AAAAAAAAAes/whornliGEkE/s1600-h/salad%21.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xMFGJv_wWXQ/Sg00nxVUQ0I/AAAAAAAAAes/whornliGEkE/s320/salad%21.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335978991366193986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Be Equipped and Move Forth!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really sorry again for not being able to blog much. But this should make up for it. I think it'll be LONG! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Morning itself got drama. I woke up late, and Jessica said she's picking me up early. DIE!!! I rush and forget my glasses (Which I didn't really need), shoes (Which I didnt need) And a teddy bear (Which I needed the first day but did without it ): ) and my phone charger (which Lyn had, but I didn't use) xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Either way, when we reached church, most of them were there d. But I met the guys downstairs and they said they going J Co. I wanted to ikut but eventually someone ffk them, they didn't go. But Paul didn't know what j Co was. O.o So he's now Paultong stim. Since apparently he watches MOVIES in between games... Haihh... == Anyway...  I went to buy oreos, milk and M&amp;amp;m's cause I didn't eat the day before that. Pray and bla bla.. Then CIAO!! I naik Joon's car with Lyn, Emmanuel and Jenny. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The car ride was me singing the whole way. Jenny listening to her mp4 and Lyn talking to herself. Emmanuel was in silence while Joon sung with me or somthing. But uneventful la, thank God. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reach there and guess what? We're in the furthest room. Hahhaha... But nearer than last year la.  We apparently have Blessed Rules all that Justin and Patrina showed us. == Ermm.. Angel- mortal thing. Where you have to be REALLY nice and give your mortals stuff. But they can't know your identity. So Lyn got Lok and I got Nicole. And then we had free time till dinner which we used to do NOTHING. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dinner. Nadicson has to pluck out the smallest chilli's one by one for him to eat la. Ohemgee... Beh tahan to watch him d. Lynette APPARENTLY beh tahan also. But.. Whatever la :p the whole dinner was just a table fighting each other la. Bang here and there. Hahha! Yet I still thank God that MY Eunice is there to keep me sane from the THREE guys. Nadicson, Ashton and Lyn. Okay fine... Lyn is more man than the other two. :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going back to the site. We bang Joon kow kow until I think he won't send us home d. O.o Yuan said he'll send me, but even he said I would rather walk home. So the fact that I'm typing this right now- THANK GOD! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*omg, I'm listening to Master of Puppets. I miss that song*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At night, service. Awesome stuff. Then games. Full. Of. Crap. The point of the game was to collect crap (anything) from outside to make a HEAVEN. Your version of it anyway. Sorry God if we made it funny. xD We hope you laughed along. We just took what we could find, leaves, flowers, rocks, Adrian L's shoe lace and the bunny from my shoe as well as a glass and a torchlight. Go fb to see the pics la. If you don't have fb request for my pw and go and see. Not like everyone doesn't have my acc info. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And they called for practice for the next day's worship team. I was on bass! So Lyn "malu" to go to Justin/ Aunty Felicia's place by herself. So she messaged me telling me that she was malu. == And when I went to Aunty Felicia's place- she was there. ===== Go there, got into fights with Adrian T, fuliaoweyhs from Yuan, and a weirdass observation from Patrina about anehs. (HELLO!) and of course, I get to laugh at patrina cause... She's Patrina. :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we went back to the room, Lyn, Debbie and I talked till 3.30. So syok. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not THAT much of a trouble waking up. But only Lyn would know :p Went down for breakfeast NGAM NGAM on time. :D So I took my food. Eeeggggggg, sausages, tea, toast all la. And my angel gave me orange juice. Later on when I was halfway done with my food, my angel gave me porridge with kacang. Even Joon who walked pass said, &lt;i&gt;eh you trying to kill her ah? What's this.&lt;/i&gt; xD So my "darling angel" took for me another one. (Patrina la actually, the darling) Just anchovies. So now, I have two porridges? What do I do? Ask Lyn to give it to Lok la! :D And before I left, my angel gave me tissue. Cause... I'm tissue or to clean up or.. I have a tissue ministry or what- I dunu. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Service. Icebreakers! I quote,&lt;i&gt;Was totally POINTLESS! Teams weren't awarded with points. So it's pointless&lt;/i&gt; Lame? Get with the programme. It's a place beyond lameness d. xD Then we got to do the Father Abraham dance. :D Good thing I didn't have to la. If not I muntah straight. Then free time. Which we took to plan for talent night- everyone did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lunch. Lynette kept on looking at some guys in the pool with no shirts (duh la) But all of them quite ugly.xD So... All I could do was watch her watch them and be a lampost for Debbie and Caleb as we always are. &lt;b&gt;*&lt;/b&gt; And my angel made me a face with his/her salad! Salad... I know you can hear the disappoinment in my voice. SALAD! xD With eyebrows some more! Hahaaha! Damn, I wish I ate vege but I have a gag alert- a sensitive one. No vege for me :p Sorry, but once again I still sayang you. I even wrote a note to my angel saying sorry i can't eat ANYTHING he/she is giving me. But I sayang him/her anyway. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because we were such a smelly group and never let our fellow team mates bathe (Adrian L's the team leader- blame him!) we went everywhere to the hall and back together. So we got recognized for that. :D We practiced though. Adrian came up with the story line and I messed it up from there :p Made it lame enough to insult everyone (I only made up Esther Joo's line- everyone else- ADRIAN'S FAULT!) once we were done went to play station games!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Games. We were apparently not that bad, though we felt dumb. In 10 minutes (With BASKETBALL players on our team) we were supposed to shoot as many hoops as we can taking turns. Without moving la. 5 of us took part. Debbie didn't want to. We got 9. == In 10 MINUTES! Wtc kan?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Run, run, run.. Football.. == I don't know HOW to explain this one to you. But you basically have to join arms, kick the ball and rotate. pass till the goal then shoot.we had 3 guys, 3 girls and NONE of the girls played football. They traded me with Emmanuel, I went with the guys- and he went with the girls. Then we played. We got the same as the previous team it seems. 4. Number of no significance to us. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next game... JUSTIN'S GAME == See the number of == in games? Some MENTAL game of his. I'm quite sure even Adrian L was hoping for Metal. xD So solved my parts one. I think Debbie or Z solved theirs. We got the teddy bear in like 2 minutes. :D Then it rained, cause I was singing rain down on me. AND I MEANT IT! SO TIRING D! :p Sorry la, next time I won't sing. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went back to the hall to laugh at each other and headed back to Adrian L's place. yes. Without bathing. :D Practice. Once we got it all in ORDER-ORDER. Dinner babeh! Oh, my angel gave me chocolate. Sucky la. But... Gah, it's the thought that counts. Went in Caleb's car this time. (scared d :p) So it was debbie, Ashton, Lok, Lyn and I. Lok- the smartass, was putting his hand INTO the aircond and he goes. Owww.. I didn't know got fan inside. xD Talked the whole way, I kinda kena bully la, the whole way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dinner. Nadicson was a bit smarter with the chilli this time. (Sorry, Lynette) But we found an INTERESTING picture of Yuan when he was younger. Haha... Buggar fat fella last time. :p So cute k. DAAAMNNN chubby! Then we got nad's one also. That one also buggar fat. But his Ic picture damn different weyh. Can see from fat become leng chai d. LOL! I didn't have to teh pui this round for some reason. But I didn't have the apetite anyway. :( Still I ate of course. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going back ah. I found this spray in Caleb's car. I thought it was pepper spray and Ashton asked me to test on him. Padahal it was a trick la he testing he sprayed it on his hand and wiped it on me. When I picked someone else to bully like Lok, I sprayed it straight into his ear and he decided to put ear wax on me. O.o So I kena bully the whole way again from both angles. Lynette was just shouting YERRR the whole way. HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Service. Last night baby! Worship. Was. Indescribable! awesome- awesome- awesome stuff weyh. I jumped. I cried. What else is there? I screwed up my From the Inside Out solo. xD So potong stim. :/ But oh wells. I could have made a hundred mistakes but the spirit was still strong. :D After that we had a personal prayer for each one of us. :D We were supposed to finish at 11. But we finished at 12.30. hahaha! So awesome. But we had talent night then anyway. I'm not even gonna talk about it here. Bu I just LOVEEEE the skids. Each for its own reasons. :D Ok.. Except for Lyn's group. That gave me a stomach ache laughing like hell and I am officially traumatized by Caleb and Nad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, my prayer said that I AM a pillar of strength and WILL be there for those who need me. I'm a bamboo plant that will bend in the name of God? hee hee... Cannot hang out with Esther Joo d. But yeah, I cry so much my hingus all come out till I don't have sinus also. Ngahahha! But so awesome man. And he said everything I am confused about will be answered "tonight" (that night la) And immediately it was. :D &lt;b&gt;I WON'T TELL YOU WHAT IT IS!&lt;/b&gt;Muhahhaahah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ermm? After that Went Aunty Felicia's place for her baby pancakes. Thank you aunty's for ALL the food. SO AWESOME! :D toast and sandwiches. EVERYTHING LA! We lepak there for a while. Watched 007. When we were leaving Ashton said he takder slippar. Cause Joshua wanted his one back. So since I got extra (cause I thought my sister stole mine- but I did. xD) I gave him mine la. But he took my sister's one. My bunny rabbit one. xD The pink one. While I wore the macho camoflage ones. Lalalaaaa... But I didn't not gayfy him. he WANTED those k?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went back to my place. Waited for Jenny to bathe. I tukar baju and everything (Which I shouldn't have) then we ciao to Justin's. Which was below mine. :D Lepak there. Talked, play cards, played guitar, sang while doing absolutely nothing. When everything lost its meaning we just stopped la. It was 4am and we had nothing to do. Ashton asks me if I wanted to go for a walk. So YEA MAN! I ask Lyn but NOWWW she not malu d, she ffk me. == Then I called Eunice and Ashton called Richard. So 4 of us set off la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to the tunnel there and took loadsa pictures for one and a half hours ish. later, Peter calls and tells me that Ashton is gonna be locked out. Asking him to look for another room d. xD padahal, Ashton got the keys and it was Richard who got locked out. And the one who told me she left the back door open for me all- locked it. == So I was locked out too! But Eunice also got Keys la. :D Btw, tunnel pics will be posted, cause it's so AWESOME!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after the long hours, we went to the playground. Cause I wanted to play swing since the day before. :D But LYNETTE FFK ME. == (She keeps doing that huh? :p) So now I got people I can force to come with me, I do. :) They continue taking pics and all while I play the swing. xD I feel like such a kid. :D I love feeling like a kid. But my feet all muddy la. :( Some more I terkicked Ashton. LOL! (Sorry, man)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When all THIS lost its meaning. (not really la, my legs just sakit cause that swing was meant for WAY shorter people) We went to the reception there to look at each other in a dying manner. Deciding where to go next. They wanted to sleep there but I was like NO WAY! Eunice is not sleeping here, and neither am I! She can come to my room! After half an hour, we moved. It was 6.30 ish. The guys walked Eunice and I to my place. And guess what? LYN LOCKED ME OUT! xD Then they all wanted me to go Ashton's place cause got loads of food. But I malas la. I wanted to talk to Eunice. (BADLY xD) So instead, I went to Eunice room to spend the night. I made her sit on the couch and talk to me till 7.30. Then slept. :D I woke up at 8 something to go back to my place and shower. Then went back for breakfeast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one else slept either. Apparently Lyn went for "bible study" this year. :D In other words. INTERROGATION SESSION! I so wouldn't want to be a part of that this year. O.o But yeah, breakfeast. Don't remember much. I didn't eat much that day- I think. Lunch. We were aollowed to tell our mortal who the angels were d. My angel was Lok. == The poor fella got his porridge back! LMFAO! During lunch, Ashton gave me another salad with a face. The LOL ness. So I gave that to Lok. xD But he said, &lt;i&gt; So long its not a salad. ==&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Testimonies. Damn funny la everyone. Uncle Edmund drew us this chart all. Cunted ah. Then ermm... yeah. Pack up. The instruments then my bags. Then BALIK! :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all tido kow kow... I woke up ngam ngam, I see the church. :D Set up everything. So complicated la, the guitar. == Nothing much la. Then Joshua sent me home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHOAAAAA! I finished this post. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;*&lt;/b&gt;Sorry Caleb + Debbie. xD happy marriage.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8336100834477180964-3549930096172037777?l=ssvirus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ssvirus.blogspot.com/feeds/3549930096172037777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8336100834477180964&amp;postID=3549930096172037777&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8336100834477180964/posts/default/3549930096172037777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8336100834477180964/posts/default/3549930096172037777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ssvirus.blogspot.com/2009/05/church-camp.html' title='Church Camp!'/><author><name>Tissue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05886340281484841095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xMFGJv_wWXQ/SaViAArHuqI/AAAAAAAAAeM/yhp_jcoyf3I/S220/nails.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xMFGJv_wWXQ/Sg00nxVUQ0I/AAAAAAAAAes/whornliGEkE/s72-c/salad%21.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8336100834477180964.post-3758429646907680197</id><published>2009-04-23T22:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T22:59:13.560+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sports Day</title><content type='html'>Sorry everyone, but please don't expect much updates for me for now. Cause my connection has been trying to manja with me lately. It'll be a sport, then it'll merajuk. :( Please don't merajuk, sayang. (&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So.. I need to finish this post. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sports day was awesome. Thank you Win, Mini, Aisyah, Ganga, Hannan and of course Saxophonists- not forgetting the teachers (For giving me special treatment) And Ms Cheryl. So our performance was awesome. Cheer was awesome. Though I scraped my knee badly by jumping in front of Lynette and for being a dumbass that I am... I scraped it in the same place as the last time. So twice in one week- on the same spot, my knee has kissed the road. Who can break up the affair of the knee cap and tar road?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Runners.. Well, I guess I sorta rooted for Clare this year. I've been keeping up with updates of their runners and stuff. So... :) Good stuff la, you guys. Junior team got some schema or shit.. I don't know but seemed pretty interesting. Then A&amp;amp;W. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeap, A&amp;amp;W. Went with Shan, Annabelle, Clare and the saxes, Sonia and Nicole. A lot of other people were there la. But didn't sit with us. The journey there was just flooded with racist jokes (ESTHER!) and laughter. When we reached there, it was like normal la. But crowded, so we had to split tables :( But met again eventually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think the pics are with Kamini. You should check it out. :D kk Sports day. Byeeee, before my connection merajuk. :D I love you Internet :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8336100834477180964-3758429646907680197?l=ssvirus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ssvirus.blogspot.com/feeds/3758429646907680197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8336100834477180964&amp;postID=3758429646907680197&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8336100834477180964/posts/default/3758429646907680197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8336100834477180964/posts/default/3758429646907680197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ssvirus.blogspot.com/2009/04/sports-day_23.html' title='Sports Day'/><author><name>Tissue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05886340281484841095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xMFGJv_wWXQ/SaViAArHuqI/AAAAAAAAAeM/yhp_jcoyf3I/S220/nails.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8336100834477180964.post-3755646215125669348</id><published>2009-04-18T21:45:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-18T21:56:37.915+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sports day.</title><content type='html'>I just wanna thank God that everything worked out today. =D the weather was good, everyone could make it, everyone was well, aiya. everything la. xD I wanna thank all the band members too! omg. this day would NOT have been so awesome if not for ya'll. for some reason, am proud of ya'll. haha, love all of you too, great job! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the formation was not too bad. wasnt perfect, but ahh, who cares la. everyone said you all sounded awesome. xD i hope my tempos were all okay, sorry la if anything was too fast. =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i couldn't help but be all smiles la when we played hujan after the whole thing. it was just SO syok sendiri. XD i dunno about you, but i just loved this year's sports day. was fun for some reason. =D happy happy happy after formation finished. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-win. ^^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8336100834477180964-3755646215125669348?l=ssvirus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ssvirus.blogspot.com/feeds/3755646215125669348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8336100834477180964&amp;postID=3755646215125669348&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8336100834477180964/posts/default/3755646215125669348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8336100834477180964/posts/default/3755646215125669348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ssvirus.blogspot.com/2009/04/sports-day.html' title='sports day.'/><author><name>win</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08529120638345298470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VSOulOEHB38/SjZyVkhZmkI/AAAAAAAAAKA/wva29u4WnNg/S220/13092008(010)-001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8336100834477180964.post-6620145339423264476</id><published>2009-04-16T23:18:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T23:32:57.289+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Conspiracy of the Sun</title><content type='html'>So EVERYONE is pissed off. == Yes... EVERYONE. I tihnk the sun just because so hot today that everyone is mad at the grass, the mud, each other, the sky the EVERYTHING LA... Oh Lord PLEASE grant us some kinda.. Cloud for a while. If everyday is going to be like this.. Everyone po for nothing, I'm gonna go NUTS.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8336100834477180964-6620145339423264476?l=ssvirus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ssvirus.blogspot.com/feeds/6620145339423264476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8336100834477180964&amp;postID=6620145339423264476&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8336100834477180964/posts/default/6620145339423264476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8336100834477180964/posts/default/6620145339423264476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ssvirus.blogspot.com/2009/04/conspiracy-of-sun.html' title='Conspiracy of the Sun'/><author><name>Tissue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05886340281484841095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xMFGJv_wWXQ/SaViAArHuqI/AAAAAAAAAeM/yhp_jcoyf3I/S220/nails.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8336100834477180964.post-5586345082099816346</id><published>2009-04-16T21:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T22:11:03.305+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cause and Effect</title><content type='html'>Sorry, I'm caught in train of thought. This is like mass posting while my Internet is on. (BECAUSE IT SMELLS LIKE BACKSIDE!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I found a bunch of mysterious scratches on my arms and torso. NO idea where the hell that came from. So I guess I would quote Adrian xD,"If you sleep with an itchy backside, you wake up with a smelly finger"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How does that make sense?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I cannot believe I quoted him for this observation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you sleep, everything is overlooked. And what you see the next day, is only the remains or the ruins of what you have done. I know this is a bit... Cliche but...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if we spend our whole lives asleep? We overlook everything (Like me- lol) and have our frontal lobes DETACHED from our amygdala that we can't make choices anymore. Everything is as unimportant as the other. And as soon as we don't care, we have fallen asleep!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apologies once again, this is more of an epiphany for me that to enlighten you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was one guy who had a brain tumour. His name is Elliot. He was pretty alright after surgery and stuff except for the fact that several conenctions from his frontal lobe of his brain (where you rationalize everything) and his amygdala (The feeling, emotiony part) were severed. He was perfectly normal then... But he couldn't make decisions. He couldn't rationalise or justify anything cause nothing MEANT anything to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conclusion: Progression of mankind is NOT Mr. Spock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Which kinda sucks.. Cause I thought we'd be like Star Trek. :/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what can we do to progress? I have no idea. Emotions play such a big part in our life, but once we get caught up in it- it makes you... EMO. == I mean... Like.. Overeact la. Maaaannn... I think once you can achieve that balance in impartial decision making and not being emo and annoying. :) Feel for yourself, empathize.. But don't CRY over EVERYONES little problems. Grrr... So now, everyone's emo because they are under stress. Please make the right decisions. I love you Aisyah, don't quit being our section leader!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8336100834477180964-5586345082099816346?l=ssvirus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ssvirus.blogspot.com/feeds/5586345082099816346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8336100834477180964&amp;postID=5586345082099816346&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8336100834477180964/posts/default/5586345082099816346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8336100834477180964/posts/default/5586345082099816346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ssvirus.blogspot.com/2009/04/cause-and-effect.html' title='Cause and Effect'/><author><name>Tissue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05886340281484841095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xMFGJv_wWXQ/SaViAArHuqI/AAAAAAAAAeM/yhp_jcoyf3I/S220/nails.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8336100834477180964.post-3605934359882949262</id><published>2009-04-15T19:07:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T19:20:20.124+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Loss of a Great Warrior</title><content type='html'>Marching on to the light,&lt;br /&gt;There was a great warrior,&lt;br /&gt;She knows no fear; she knows no weakness,&lt;br /&gt;'Till came a time,&lt;br /&gt;A cancer took her and wiped all she knew,&lt;br /&gt;Though not a memory abides in her,&lt;br /&gt;Her heart floods with love towards those around her,&lt;br /&gt;Unaware of who they are,&lt;br /&gt;She knows the look of love the eyes of those surrounding her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She must have had no heart to face you.&lt;br /&gt;You would weep,&lt;br /&gt;They hindered secrets,&lt;br /&gt;To keep you from a broken heart.&lt;br /&gt;For now the time is here to face the truth,&lt;br /&gt;All is shattered; all is loss&lt;br /&gt;But to know her state of grace; her strength,&lt;br /&gt;A memory of her is all that is needed,&lt;br /&gt;For the will to strive on,&lt;br /&gt;And live,&lt;br /&gt;With yet another knowledge-&lt;br /&gt;That she is still within you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This post is another dedication... Sorry if you don't read it but note that we may never feel what you feel, but we know the severity of it. If that even is a word. We love you and her a LOT. And we'll DEFINITELY standby you no matter what. So take some time, take a breather- whatever you need. We'll even be there to get it for you. I know you're probably not alright right now. But you will be because you know she's in a better place. At that moment, she may not have remembered you. But you know where she is now, all she can ever think about is you. Think of it as a good thing then, an end to her suffering, a beginning of something new. For both you and her. That strong lady took it better than any man could, so right now- just be proud of that. We in turn are proud of you. Carry on then, a different approach to life since you know you can't avoid the impact of this loss. But know that there is always hope for the best at the end of the day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8336100834477180964-3605934359882949262?l=ssvirus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ssvirus.blogspot.com/feeds/3605934359882949262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8336100834477180964&amp;postID=3605934359882949262&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8336100834477180964/posts/default/3605934359882949262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8336100834477180964/posts/default/3605934359882949262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ssvirus.blogspot.com/2009/04/loss-of-great-warrior.html' title='The Loss of a Great Warrior'/><author><name>Tissue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05886340281484841095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xMFGJv_wWXQ/SaViAArHuqI/AAAAAAAAAeM/yhp_jcoyf3I/S220/nails.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8336100834477180964.post-735003621902141053</id><published>2009-04-13T17:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T23:19:03.583+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Excuse me while I kiss the sky...</title><content type='html'>This is the 600th post on SSV! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this ain't a theory this is my story. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kamini's good day, bad day is evident in my week right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been such a good week that... God has been nice enough to give me SOME reason to smile when all else fails. Other than that... It sucked. Wanna know why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're reading, so you do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too bad, you've read this far already!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mm mhmm... Problems. Friends. Someone from church, someone from school. I've never had problems with anyone from school before. Not like this la. The cari pasal ones not counted, they deserve it cause they dumb. :p But this person is smart la. I guess it's all my fault. But I wish there's something I can do. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Family. Hahahah... I'm not even gonna try explaining it here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Church. Well not really church. Concert. I need time to learn the friggin solos. Time... SOUND. I don't know the damned songs! My sound card is gone. Meaning, I have to learn them week in, week out and REMEMBER them! Oh wow... I need you Mr. Dad to help me with this!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Studies. Teachers, Toh cari pasal before this.But I guess now we're cool. But.. studying itself la. Babi hutan- I don't know what to do d. Justin and Yuan have thought me Math on Sat. (Thank you SOOO SOO much!) BM Martita did everything d. All I have to do is read. Karangan die la. But everything else is all a WEIRD, UNKNOWN shade of grey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But above all these problems, I have my class mates. Justin and Yuan. My sister. And all of that la... This is a post of gratitude I guess to everyone who's helped me in whatever way. Even if its just listening. I've been so down, it's just amazing. And i'm never sad. I don't know how to tell people that I'm just going through a tough time and it'll shape up. I've been trying not to cry for the past few days. And I haven't. Fine, I'm not crying about my studies. But my family and friends concern me the most. Cause my concert also I have time after exam and stuff to solve my problems. But... I don't know what to do la now. I really don't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, please excuse me while I kiss the sky.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8336100834477180964-735003621902141053?l=ssvirus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ssvirus.blogspot.com/feeds/735003621902141053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8336100834477180964&amp;postID=735003621902141053&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8336100834477180964/posts/default/735003621902141053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8336100834477180964/posts/default/735003621902141053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ssvirus.blogspot.com/2009/04/excuse-me-while-i-kiss-sky.html' title='Excuse me while I kiss the sky...'/><author><name>Tissue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05886340281484841095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xMFGJv_wWXQ/SaViAArHuqI/AAAAAAAAAeM/yhp_jcoyf3I/S220/nails.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8336100834477180964.post-633266473620707031</id><published>2009-04-09T00:27:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T00:42:33.567+08:00</updated><title type='text'>To blurt out an apology, a thank you</title><content type='html'>Counting the tiles on the ceiling,&lt;br /&gt;Aimlessly, the clock ticks on...&lt;br /&gt;Stride with passion,&lt;br /&gt;Channeling... To nothing.&lt;br /&gt;Yet, the clock ticks on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Knowingly; Ignorantly,&lt;br /&gt;Overlooking flaws, our weaknesses...&lt;br /&gt;The clock ticks and tocks.&lt;br /&gt;Mistakes, you've bore the marks.&lt;br /&gt;The clock- is about to stop!&lt;br /&gt;Disappointment; Dismay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Confront you must,&lt;br /&gt;For the greater good,&lt;br /&gt;Leaving the outcome to itself.&lt;br /&gt;Leaving us- in tears,&lt;br /&gt;Only because we care for the other.&lt;br /&gt;You've pointed us to the right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For too long have you fought for us,&lt;br /&gt;For too long have we let you down,&lt;br /&gt;For too long have you taken the fall,&lt;br /&gt;For it was us along who were wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;To Kamini, the best principal and an even better president&lt;br /&gt;Thank you- so, so much. Of course, an apology too for all we've done wrong&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;You are not only a band member to us- but a brilliant friend indeed&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8336100834477180964-633266473620707031?l=ssvirus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ssvirus.blogspot.com/feeds/633266473620707031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8336100834477180964&amp;postID=633266473620707031&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8336100834477180964/posts/default/633266473620707031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8336100834477180964/posts/default/633266473620707031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ssvirus.blogspot.com/2009/04/to-blurt-out-apology-thank-you.html' title='To blurt out an apology, a thank you'/><author><name>Tissue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05886340281484841095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xMFGJv_wWXQ/SaViAArHuqI/AAAAAAAAAeM/yhp_jcoyf3I/S220/nails.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8336100834477180964.post-7120289814626338663</id><published>2009-04-05T17:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T17:47:22.335+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tagged by Mae Yin</title><content type='html'>c&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;001. Real name → Cheryl Lee!&lt;br /&gt;002. Nickname(s)→ Abugee, Tissue, Sai Lei QQ Zhu and.. yeah. xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;003. Zodiac sign → Capricorn. I still don't see the significance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;005. Male or female → Female&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;006. Elementary → Assuntaaa ==&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;007. Middle School → Assunta...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;008. High School → Assunta. yerrness.. I'm an assuntarian. O.o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;009. College School → Prayerfully Berklee =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;010. Hair color → Black- I hope&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;011. Long or short → In between.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;012. Loud or Quiet → Loud. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;013. Sweats or Jeans → Jeans, I heat sweats.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;014. Phone or Camera → Phone! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;015. Health freak → I'm aiming to kill myself before I get old.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;016. Drink or Smoke? → Only Shandi. Not counted. Lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;017. Do you have a crush on someone? → Yes, but I'm not proud of it- though the WHOLE world knows. xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;o055. Waiting for → The guys to come back from COD. Then we're gonna have dinner&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;FUTURE:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;058. Want kids?→ See how la. I guess now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;059. Want to get married? → I guess so?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;060. Careers in mind → Something to do with music and psychology. Maybe even anthropology.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;WHICH IS BETTER IN THE BOY/GIRL YOU LIKE?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;068. Lips or eyes → Eyes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;070. Shorter or taller? → Taller, pleaaaseeee...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;072. Romantic or spontaneous → Doesn't matter to me. So long he's mengada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;073. Nice stomach or nice arms → I like skinny people so... It's kinda both but neither. xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;074. Sensitive or loud→ Loud. xD PLEASE don't be sensitive. :p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;075. Hook-up or relationship → If I say hook up it'll be disturbing at my age kan?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;076. Trouble maker or hesitant &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;→ Hesitant, but be a man la.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;HAVE YOU EVER:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;080. Lost glasses/contacts →  My glasses have fallen in the bathroom too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;081. Ran away from home → Nope.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;082. Held a gun/knife for self defense → Nope. In games la. xD &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;083. Killed somebody → Cod?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;084. Broken someone's heart → ... I think so. Though I hope not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;085. Been arrested → Nope, but I know who was ALMOST arrested. :p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;087. Cried when someone died → Yeaahh.. I cry at every funeral I go to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;DO YOU BELIEVE IN:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;089. Yourself → No. Lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;090. Miracles → Yes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;091. Love at first sight → First time only la. xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;092. Heaven → Yes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;093. Santa Claus → No :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;094 Tooth Fairy → No.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;95. Kiss on the first date→ If we were friends before that, yeah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;ANSWER TRUTHFULLY:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;098. Is there somebody you want to be with now → Yeah? Who knows what he's doing ==&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;098. Are you seriously happy with where you are in life → Yeap :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;099. Do you believe in God → Mmmmm hmmm..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Post as 100 truths and tag 10 people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like I've done this before, so I'm not gonna tag OR change the format.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8336100834477180964-7120289814626338663?l=ssvirus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ssvirus.blogspot.com/feeds/7120289814626338663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8336100834477180964&amp;postID=7120289814626338663&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8336100834477180964/posts/default/7120289814626338663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8336100834477180964/posts/default/7120289814626338663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ssvirus.blogspot.com/2009/04/tagged-by-mae-yin.html' title='Tagged by Mae Yin'/><author><name>Tissue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05886340281484841095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xMFGJv_wWXQ/SaViAArHuqI/AAAAAAAAAeM/yhp_jcoyf3I/S220/nails.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8336100834477180964.post-8971809521630441972</id><published>2009-04-02T21:21:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T21:26:12.671+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Song of the.. Whatever?</title><content type='html'>Since everyone is doing the song of the week bla bla.. I wanna show you guys something old. Lol. But loveable. :) I'm not sure whether this is right cause I can't hear. But you tell me la. Lol. There's a line in here that's a quote from Sinbad. Wanna guess which? xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.metacafe.com/fplayer/yt-gBV-MkaNIcA/dream_theater_the_silent_man_awake_in_japan.swf" width="200" height="00" wmode="transparent" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span size =" 1"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.metacafe.com/watch/yt-gBV-MkaNIcA/dream_theater_the_silent_man_awake_in_japan/"&gt;Dream Theater - The Silent Man (Awake In Japan)&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;a href="http://www.metacafe.com/"&gt;Watch today’s top amazing videos here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="realText"&gt;&lt;p style="border-left: 1px dotted silver; margin: 0px; background: white none repeat scroll 0% 0%; padding-left: 5px; padding-top: 10px; padding-bottom: 10px; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" onmouseover="this.style.background='#F7F7F7';" onmouseout="this.style.background='white';"&gt;A question well served,&lt;br /&gt;'Is silence like a fever?'&lt;br /&gt;'A voice never heard?'&lt;br /&gt;'Or a message with no receiver?'&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="border-left: 1px dotted silver; margin: 0px; background: white none repeat scroll 0% 0%; padding-left: 5px; padding-top: 10px; padding-bottom: 10px; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" onmouseover="this.style.background='#F7F7F7';" onmouseout="this.style.background='white';"&gt;Pray they won't ask&lt;br /&gt;Behind the stained glass&lt;br /&gt;There's always one more mask&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="border-left: 1px dotted silver; margin: 0px; background: white none repeat scroll 0% 0%; padding-left: 5px; padding-top: 10px; padding-bottom: 10px; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" onmouseover="this.style.background='#F7F7F7';" onmouseout="this.style.background='white';"&gt;Has man been a victim&lt;br /&gt;of his woman, of his father?&lt;br /&gt;if he elects not to bother,&lt;br /&gt;will he suffocate their faith?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="border-left: 1px dotted silver; margin: 0px; padding-left: 5px; padding-top: 10px; padding-bottom: 10px;" onmouseover="this.style.background='#F7F7F7';" onmouseout="this.style.background='white';"&gt;Desperate to fall&lt;br /&gt;Behind the Great Wall&lt;br /&gt;That separates us all&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="border-left: 1px dotted silver; margin: 0px; padding-left: 5px; padding-top: 10px; padding-bottom: 10px;" onmouseover="this.style.background='#F7F7F7';" onmouseout="this.style.background='white';"&gt;When there is reason&lt;br /&gt;Tonight I'm Awake&lt;br /&gt;when there's no answer&lt;br /&gt;Arrive the Silent Man&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="border-left: 1px dotted silver; margin: 0px; background: white none repeat scroll 0% 0%; padding-left: 5px; padding-top: 10px; padding-bottom: 10px; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" onmouseover="this.style.background='#F7F7F7';" onmouseout="this.style.background='white';"&gt;If there is balance&lt;br /&gt;tonight He's Awake&lt;br /&gt;If they have to suffer&lt;br /&gt;There lies the Silent Man&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="border-left: 1px dotted silver; margin: 0px; padding-left: 5px; padding-top: 10px; padding-bottom: 10px;" onmouseover="this.style.background='#F7F7F7';" onmouseout="this.style.background='white';"&gt;Sin without deceivers&lt;br /&gt;A God with no believers&lt;br /&gt;I could sail by&lt;br /&gt;on the Winds of Silence&lt;br /&gt;And maybe they won't notice&lt;br /&gt;But this time I think&lt;br /&gt;It'd be better if I swim&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="border-left: 1px dotted silver; margin: 0px; background: rgb(247, 247, 247) none repeat scroll 0% 0%; padding-left: 5px; padding-top: 10px; padding-bottom: 10px; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" onmouseover="this.style.background='#F7F7F7';" onmouseout="this.style.background='white';"&gt;When there is reason&lt;br /&gt;Tonight I'm Awake&lt;br /&gt;When there's no answer&lt;br /&gt;Arrive the Silent Man&lt;br /&gt;If there is balance&lt;br /&gt;Tonight he's Awake&lt;br /&gt;But if they have to suffer&lt;br /&gt;There lies the Silent Man&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8336100834477180964-8971809521630441972?l=ssvirus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ssvirus.blogspot.com/feeds/8971809521630441972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8336100834477180964&amp;postID=8971809521630441972&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8336100834477180964/posts/default/8971809521630441972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8336100834477180964/posts/default/8971809521630441972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ssvirus.blogspot.com/2009/04/song-of-whatever.html' title='Song of the.. Whatever?'/><author><name>Tissue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05886340281484841095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xMFGJv_wWXQ/SaViAArHuqI/AAAAAAAAAeM/yhp_jcoyf3I/S220/nails.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8336100834477180964.post-3231038582535017597</id><published>2009-04-02T20:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T21:17:58.279+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The HOW to Conformity</title><content type='html'>Yes, I am &lt;b&gt;AWARE&lt;/b&gt; (not blur :p) that I've been talking about conformity a lot. But I guess that's the main issue of society kan? And I didn't start because of that clucking girl by the way. xD But this is not the only question that will be answered once you've heard this, though its a lot of jargon- cause I read this shit up. :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Mirror Neurons. :)&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These two words answered almost all my questions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"It did what DNA did for biology. Mirror Neurons for psychology"&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What this shit is, is the thinggy in your brain &lt;i&gt;(not scientifically proven in humans)&lt;/i&gt; but I proclaim it proven to everyone who says,"Omg, she's copying me" We've all had that moment where you feel copied. Being a stalker is one thing, mirror neurons are another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How it was proven is that monkeys that live near the ocean &lt;i&gt;(The beach la)&lt;/i&gt; eat potatoes. And the thing is, they don't like potatoes on the sand.&lt;i&gt; (So yerr kan?)&lt;/i&gt; What happens is that one monkey washes it in the ocean and eats it. Another monkey nearby sees this-without talking-, and does exactly that. But maybe sometimes differed proving that two heads are definitely better than one. What this creates is a &lt;b&gt;Meme&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A meme is something passed from generation to generation. Whether its a stupid thing that people use like our very own,"CIMB". &lt;i&gt;(no offence la, not stupid. Funny)&lt;/i&gt; So from Cacat Immature Mangkuk Babi it has become Cacing In My Butt. However this has ben preferred and now everyone is using it. That little lame flag thing Justin does? I spotted some form 1 girls doing it. What does this prove? One thing affects a person and a person affects yet &lt;b&gt;ANOTHER&lt;/b&gt; person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Conclusion: People= power. The direct translation of democracy.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another issue in society:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;There are too many you's&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure we've all seen the &lt;b&gt;"no backboned"&lt;/b&gt; freaks where they are this way with one group but totally different with another. This is because they're mirror neurons are more sensitive because of their will to follow and be a part of a meme.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Children learn by immitating. I would &lt;b&gt;ASSUME&lt;/b&gt; &lt;i&gt;(not science, Cheryl observation)&lt;/i&gt; that mirror neurons are more sensitive when they are younger as everything is. Personality constantly shifting. but when a person actually reaches a stage where they know which to follow and which not to, that person has an &lt;b&gt;IDENTITY&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is why older people are very hard to persuade and more desicive because of the things they are clled for in life. So a meme causes a gene. &lt;i&gt;(again, not science. Me. xD) &lt;/i&gt; a personality is formed based on the memes he/she has followed, the characteristics of that individual is passed on to another person. And ta da... The bridge across the gap. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Let me know whether this has helped in anyway. :)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8336100834477180964-3231038582535017597?l=ssvirus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ssvirus.blogspot.com/feeds/3231038582535017597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8336100834477180964&amp;postID=3231038582535017597&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8336100834477180964/posts/default/3231038582535017597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8336100834477180964/posts/default/3231038582535017597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ssvirus.blogspot.com/2009/04/how-to-conformity.html' title='The HOW to Conformity'/><author><name>Tissue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05886340281484841095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xMFGJv_wWXQ/SaViAArHuqI/AAAAAAAAAeM/yhp_jcoyf3I/S220/nails.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8336100834477180964.post-4070706434255070954</id><published>2009-04-02T20:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T20:53:39.704+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Buntuan Diketepikan</title><content type='html'>So my musical block PARTIALLY went away. I can sudo write songs now. I just don't have the passion for anything now. O.o (Other than God, lol) Yeah, so I don't really have anything to write about. I can't even ask for ideas cause EVERY forum I went to says... You have to feel it. So I'll go along writing instrumental stuff then. Sounds pretty emo though. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoooo....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was about to ask everyone HOW ABOUT A JAMMING SESSION? When I realized we just cancelled one. can we please reschedule that? :D Cause like... I need to take a breather. A moment of inspiration ESPECIALLY now that concert practice is here and... I just need something to kick in my semangat. If can play ONE of the songs on my recommendation list. :D Cause... I'm in need to play some... STUFF.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a funny dream actually. Some local woman singer asked me to play for her. Somehow, we were practicing in my bathroom. == I don't know why. But yeah. I would get electricuted but.. Nothing makes sense in my dreams. So, she asked me to play for her... And I SUCKED.. As in like... Suck la. xD And she looked at me and said,"You listen to Zepplin and stuff?" IMMEDIATELY, I was like.. Omgg.. I just memalukan nama Led Zepplin. :( We had a rhythm guitarist who I didn't really like. Kiasu like shit la. And at the end of the show (Which turned out really good) She came to tell us,"Hey, your Jonas Brother style (Indicating the mengada rhythm guitarist) meeting your Led Zepplin stuff (me. MUAHAHA) really actually worked. I can't believe it did!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the spot, I laughed my ass off. Cause she called him JONAS BROTHER while she called me LED ZEPPLIN. And he was kinda... Not to say bad but... He listens to pop stuff la. So his style one kind. But damn funny. xD I woke up laughing also. Cause.. You can guess who the rhythm guitarist is la :p And yeah. Funny. xD So no, I did not malukan name Led Zepplin- in my dream- I made them proud =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope that's SOME kind of sign. :p Though Led Zepplin is such a random band to associate with me. I LOVE them, no doubt. But my playing style is not really influenced by them. My improvisation is.. But not overallyyyy... I guess. Omg. I am. O.o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never realized, I play NOTHING like my inspiration. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Sorry for the rambling, sudden epiphany&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8336100834477180964-4070706434255070954?l=ssvirus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ssvirus.blogspot.com/feeds/4070706434255070954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8336100834477180964&amp;postID=4070706434255070954&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8336100834477180964/posts/default/4070706434255070954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8336100834477180964/posts/default/4070706434255070954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ssvirus.blogspot.com/2009/04/buntuan-diketepikan.html' title='Buntuan Diketepikan'/><author><name>Tissue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05886340281484841095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xMFGJv_wWXQ/SaViAArHuqI/AAAAAAAAAeM/yhp_jcoyf3I/S220/nails.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8336100834477180964.post-2982152929342103254</id><published>2009-03-31T17:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T17:34:48.332+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pre-Dinner</title><content type='html'>This all happened ON Sunday before the dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were at church during concert practice. What happened when we ended was that... We all didn't have a key. Eventually we just locked it from the inside la- not the grill all, I think. And Adrian, Patrina, Nadicson, Eunice, Jenny and I went to the mamak because Lok, Richard, Peter, Ju Winn, Esther (Juju's friend) (I think that's it) went to Lok's house with Nadicson's car. So we chill and wait for them to finish playing games la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sitting there we talked about everything and bang each other all damn kow la. Patrina day dream also damn kow. Oh and you know the blue book of mine? Is in my bag. And Jenny has identified it as my diary. This is not good news because she took it out and everyone else was like, your diary ah? xD CRAAAPPP... Adrian asked me la why the hell do I bring it out? So I said, it's safer here than at home. Truthfully, it doesn't make a difference who reads it at home... So long it's no one from church. it's just there cause Veno gave it to me when I was carrying that bag. But that answer didn't pop out. xD too long of a story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoo. Started to rain. == The wind DAMN strong. make everything fly away until Patrina also scared. xD But still must sit and wait. Then Patrina had an epiphany, she had to buy pom poms.. For her NEPHEW? WTH? No.. It's actually for her- I heard wrongly. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We told Lok and all to go straight to Caleb's place- or for Clare's sake- Peter's place... While we go to ou first. We crammed up in the car and Nadicson, Patrina and I went down. Took her to Toys R Us and the pom poms there look like mops. So we run to Popular and bought crepe paper to MAKE pom poms. Hhahaha... We then met Adrian at One World hotel. Guess what we found out? He friggin works there. == URGH.. First throwable laptops, now he just works in One World.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm messaging Lynette, she cari-ing pasal with everyone as usual. And everyone reached there before us since took long for us to make a detour and stuff. But we still mangaed to eat a lot la. We were at the small eater's table. :D Or I was la. Everyone else went the other side. Yeap, good pre dinner AND dinner. =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8336100834477180964-2982152929342103254?l=ssvirus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ssvirus.blogspot.com/feeds/2982152929342103254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8336100834477180964&amp;postID=2982152929342103254&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8336100834477180964/posts/default/2982152929342103254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8336100834477180964/posts/default/2982152929342103254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ssvirus.blogspot.com/2009/03/pre-dinner.html' title='Pre-Dinner'/><author><name>Tissue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05886340281484841095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xMFGJv_wWXQ/SaViAArHuqI/AAAAAAAAAeM/yhp_jcoyf3I/S220/nails.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8336100834477180964.post-8804331948697162621</id><published>2009-03-31T16:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T17:21:46.496+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Caleb's Dinner</title><content type='html'>So on Sunday evening, Caleb threw the worship team a dinner at his place. Steamboat man! Okay fine, I'm not the biggest steam boat fan, but its fun eating with people and fighting for food and having NO idea what you're eating. (Yuri told me I was eating alligator. So I took it and found out it was pork- Sorry Esther) I got pretty good treatment, Jessica was dumping her food on my plate, Lynette was helping me take food and drink and forced Yuan to get me drinks when he got up too. But the title as good friend goes to Lynette la. She didn't ffk. Hahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we were doing Jenny's homework. I CAN READ CHINESE! Oh my gosh... I can read friggin Chinese and do her Math. Cause now she's doing dates la. So it's year, month all- bla bla.. I can do. Hee hee =D I damn bangga. But Lynette la (I read damn slow) she damn pro. Sit there, finished the whole paper in 10 minutes. it was 30 questions ah? She just did the whole thing. So fwaaaaaah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;later on Adrian Lim came. DAMN BABI- he was wearing his Deram Theater Scenes of A Memory. That's Octavarium Pt 2. God thing I don't have Metropolis (Octavarium pt 1) Will be damn weird. But yeah, I was wearing my DT Train of Though with my camo pants. He also was wearing camo pants. I looked at him I'm like-"Deyh, you copy me weyh" Then he looked at me damn blur la. Oh, I didn't realize! == Cacat. To top it all of this lok came up to me- from the back- trying to scare me as usual. but again- as usual... Tak jadi la. Cause he so mmlakang. I give him the smug face. Then he come to my face, "HAH, you matching couple T shirt with Adrian Lim" I was like WTC?! Then he look at me "HAHA, KENA D!" ====&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lok is damn mengada la. he can come back you know when I was talking to Lynette. She mentioned that we were wearing same pants- I didn't realize earlier la. So i said the basket copy me one, not my fault. I complain la, my style gone d. Then Lok came back,"One heart, one mind, one soul. It is not copying. It's just linked like that. Swimmers in a race. They all swim same direction, are they copying each other? NO" - Lok trying to be philosophical. If Sabina hears that she'd beat him up. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then here's the good shit la. Yuri started playing all these blues stuff on the guitar. Shit man. He's a drummer, trumpeter AND guitarist? I got competition d. Lol. But he's damn good la. And Nadicson started singing along to his Bossa Bossa stuff. Crap the whole song in his opera voice. Damn mmlakang. Then he sang "I feel good", 'What a wonderful world" and all these songs with the distinct voice. He damn pro weyh. Only you that one also la. Hahhaha... But his many hand motions made him super Italian la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And suddenly, he held Angie's hand,"Oh baby, oh baby, ;oh baby" in a cemas way. His facial expression changing like he constipated like that. Then he got up. There was an egg there. ==&lt;br /&gt;This was it la. No one could take ANYMORE. Everyone just ate- got stomach ache d. Eunice also cannot tahan her own brother she got up don't know what to do and sat back down. Basket damn funny la. Everyone was just laughing at each other from there on. Haihhh... Die means die man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FINALLY, Caleb asked us whether we're done and we sang "Give thanks". Immediately you could feel the Holy Spirit in our midst. I don't know about everyone else there, but I REALLY thank God for each and EVERY one of them there that night. I finally have nothing against anyone (other than for giving me a good stomach ache) that night. And I really had the sense of belonging though I wasn't in the spotlight. (And don't intend to be if you have to be that mmlakang) Lol. So it was just really nice to be there as one of them at that moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After we sang, Caleb was sharing his appreciation for us. (I love him too! And Debbie!!) Gave a speech on the whole team. Nadicson as MVB- Most Valuable Back-up and all. He's apparently always wanted on everyone's team. But as he told me, it's really his passion to sing for the church la. And Lok how he's bold now but still sounds like a sissy. XD Juju... Undeniable talent. (She eat for damn long also. Lol) He said I'm bolder too. :D Which is great cause last time I damn scared to see when to solo. Here's something to share outside the dinner:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday- during lunch, I was talking to Joon about everything. Serving and stuff. Then he said a few things la. I don't remember what. but I was so semangat after that, I was on FIREEE! And it was the next day when I played I didn't look at the song i was supposed to play. Stand there and I MOVED. Whenever I serve, I'm like a kayu. I damn malu after std Jubilee. xD But it was that Sunday I was damn semangat la. Slow songs all I close my eyes and emo all. Damn FWAAHH.. So thanks Joon! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah. And after Caleb's speech, we sang Hari Ini to get hyper again. Then as usual, short attention span lead on to a few songs. And then came Rhana's cake. To celebrate her belated birthday. And after prayer, we put cake in her face. (There's always something funny after prayer- so beware) I terate the cake you know, I didn't know there was nuts. == Bangang like hell. Then interrupted Richard and Adrian Tan playing by singing whatever words I know and focing Peter to sing louder whenever I didn't know. (Four of us la. Lol) Good thing he knows everything by heart. Hhahaa... Alright, await the next post for PRE-dinner.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8336100834477180964-8804331948697162621?l=ssvirus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ssvirus.blogspot.com/feeds/8804331948697162621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8336100834477180964&amp;postID=8804331948697162621&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8336100834477180964/posts/default/8804331948697162621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8336100834477180964/posts/default/8804331948697162621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ssvirus.blogspot.com/2009/03/calebs-dinner.html' title='Caleb&apos;s Dinner'/><author><name>Tissue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05886340281484841095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xMFGJv_wWXQ/SaViAArHuqI/AAAAAAAAAeM/yhp_jcoyf3I/S220/nails.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8336100834477180964.post-8238195067612669375</id><published>2009-03-31T16:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T16:50:58.953+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cheryl loves change</title><content type='html'>If you hadn't realize, I always welcome change like its my friend like that. When I cut my hair, I always TRY to cut it short or differently but most people won't let me la. == Cause... I don't know, I'm prone to accident as I am prone to change?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now, I'm getting fatter. (who wants to know why?) Well, DUH.. I eat like a pig. What do you get? I guess I'm totally cool with putting on weight. As I told Esther, I just feel like putting On weight to LOSE it. xD I know all those weight conscious people would hate me now. Lol. But if I still eat what I want and not be anorexia so what kan? All I wanna do is EAT! :p Plus, I've been eating extra, extra more often. Maybe its puberty?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not only that, but after todays band practice... I'm getting tanner too. I don't mean I'm getting darker like dark brown. I'm getting BURNT into some freaky shade of black after ONE day. And we have practice EVERYDAY. hee hee hee... I'm going to get a pen to jot down yellow jokes because I know Adrian is coming after me when he sees me getting black. xD I'm SOOOO ready. :p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8336100834477180964-8238195067612669375?l=ssvirus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ssvirus.blogspot.com/feeds/8238195067612669375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8336100834477180964&amp;postID=8238195067612669375&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8336100834477180964/posts/default/8238195067612669375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8336100834477180964/posts/default/8238195067612669375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ssvirus.blogspot.com/2009/03/cheryl-loves-change.html' title='Cheryl loves change'/><author><name>Tissue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05886340281484841095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xMFGJv_wWXQ/SaViAArHuqI/AAAAAAAAAeM/yhp_jcoyf3I/S220/nails.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8336100834477180964.post-2887237856008543001</id><published>2009-03-29T00:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T00:25:57.663+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Previtta's Birthday</title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;The Planning&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Immediately after Jane's birthday, we started planning for Win's. And when I finished planning Win's (which was like less that a week after Jane's) We started on Pre's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Veno- the great best friend&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was the one who planned everything. And as we were planning, what would Pre want? CD? No... Bigger. A cake? No... Bigger. It has to be WAY more gempak. So we settled at keyboard. The party. Bring a cake to school. No... More gemapak. Party at her place? It's too big to fit. Restaurant, buffet. Yes. Then came MSSS, all the plans were ruined. Time is out. Settle at another nearby restaurant- that leaves us no choice! We didn't spread the word in time, so everyone who was fighting didn't come for the party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm SOOO SORRY if some of you weren't invited. ESPECIALLY Bella. Omg, I'm so sorry! We didn't budget anything we just called everyone we saw. Sorry tahu!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Murphy's Law- always shoot the messenger&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I spread the word since Veno was in band practice. Everyone scolding me cause of all the changes. I'm like- you dowwana come don't come la haih, cause problem only. Lol. And spreading the word wasn't even my job. Some mangkuks suddenly call me to scold me because I collect money in fact. Yeah, Veno I owe you 30 bucks. I'll bring for you on Monday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;The lack of sleep&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For some reason, everyone called me before they arrived. I was asleep in my room and a bunch of people are calling me asking me- what's the plan? Are you there? Are you in band?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I'M ASLEEP!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Party&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it wasn't AS gempak as planned. But she cried. It was loads of fun. It's my first party for a long time. It's always just dinner at someone's house. This is a party like outside. Lol. So awesome. Pictures can be found on other blogs. hahaha.. Shannon put cake on my face and on my hair == So I put it in her nose :p War la. And guess what I did for the whole party? Eat, eat, eat, eat AND eat. That's all for now. :) Gotta RUSH!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8336100834477180964-2887237856008543001?l=ssvirus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ssvirus.blogspot.com/feeds/2887237856008543001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8336100834477180964&amp;postID=2887237856008543001&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8336100834477180964/posts/default/2887237856008543001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8336100834477180964/posts/default/2887237856008543001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ssvirus.blogspot.com/2009/03/previttas-birthday.html' title='Previtta&apos;s Birthday'/><author><name>Tissue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05886340281484841095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xMFGJv_wWXQ/SaViAArHuqI/AAAAAAAAAeM/yhp_jcoyf3I/S220/nails.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8336100834477180964.post-6758302164727983697</id><published>2009-03-26T20:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T21:11:45.607+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Vibes...</title><content type='html'>Hellooo.. I'm so sorry for the blogging shortage. But my connection is being a real mengada-fied ass. This is one of the few that I can. But I'll be back as often as I can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, this one is a bit weird to bog about cause I can't scientifically explain it. But since this is a blog. I can tell you about MY opinion and how I feel about it. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, vibes. I'm sure you get the vibe when someone likes you or shit, I get the vibe that someone's going to die like today. I was kinda down for the whole day. And my dad was like,"Something's wrong" I asked him what about? And he replied,"I think someone died today. I think it's Ooi (My aunt)'s mum." I go "CHOI!!!" and feel around the car. But in fact, as it rained... I realized that there was something in me that had kinda been down too. And I realized the scene was exactly as how it was when my grandma died before. (My dad didn't have the vibe, he heard my aunt crying before this. I didn't know that.I thought he was psychic O.o)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A little later. He receives a message. He was driving so he asked me to read it. "Dear all, I'm sorry to say that Ooi's mother had just passed away" Even before I read on the rest I went,"OMGGG" Scary shit weyh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it's not just that. I now dream of things. Yes, I SOOO got it because my sister influenced me. (Somehow) But it's scary. I dreamt of a lot of things. Which I can't really tell you but. Two or three things d. And my pastor (not from my church some friend) she said that she's quite sure I'll be sensitive to people when my sister told her she dreams shit. How should I know that sensitivity meant to collect information before it's told? I thought it was just because I liked helping people and crying with them. xD Hence the name Tissue. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's NOT IT! As you can see in my CBox (yes, Clare ==) Everyone has some idea on who I should look at or date. But guess what? They're all different people. Lol. Jane says she doesn't know why but I'll be suitable for her friend, forgot the name. But yeah. Clare thinks I should date all geeks. xD i don't know la, crap vibes. I don't know how correct my vibes are. But I guess only time will tell. Quote time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;You can only understand life backwards,&lt;br /&gt;Yet only live it forwards&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I just like finding excuses to use the block quote. Hee heee.. So cute right? &lt;i&gt;Good job, win!&lt;/i&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is that it? Yeah, I know things that you don't. Haha, I'm awesome. I like God for giving this thinggy to me. He awesomer. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8336100834477180964-6758302164727983697?l=ssvirus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ssvirus.blogspot.com/feeds/6758302164727983697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8336100834477180964&amp;postID=6758302164727983697&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8336100834477180964/posts/default/6758302164727983697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8336100834477180964/posts/default/6758302164727983697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ssvirus.blogspot.com/2009/03/vibes.html' title='Vibes...'/><author><name>Tissue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05886340281484841095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xMFGJv_wWXQ/SaViAArHuqI/AAAAAAAAAeM/yhp_jcoyf3I/S220/nails.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8336100834477180964.post-2705061982765472344</id><published>2009-03-25T22:03:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T22:05:03.120+08:00</updated><title type='text'>band blog</title><content type='html'>hey hey. all you readers who are amb members, please do check the new band blog for updates yeah. i'm trying to make it like an online band board? so yeah. thanks! the link's updated already. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-win&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8336100834477180964-2705061982765472344?l=ssvirus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ssvirus.blogspot.com/feeds/2705061982765472344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8336100834477180964&amp;postID=2705061982765472344&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8336100834477180964/posts/default/2705061982765472344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8336100834477180964/posts/default/2705061982765472344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ssvirus.blogspot.com/2009/03/band-blog.html' title='band blog'/><author><name>win</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08529120638345298470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VSOulOEHB38/SjZyVkhZmkI/AAAAAAAAAKA/wva29u4WnNg/S220/13092008(010)-001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8336100834477180964.post-4701954002655909778</id><published>2009-03-20T23:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T20:59:38.578+08:00</updated><title type='text'>An Early Band Camp Post</title><content type='html'>Marching = Walking, but exaggerated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we learnt. Here's the shit, formation ain't as easy. Well, it kinda is la. But to do it perfectly with music, colour guards and the drum major... You gotta admit that's HARD. Of course all it needs is work, though it's tiring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To the details.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;You have to wake up at 6am. Sleep at 12 am.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not as bad as it sounds. This year, its marching the whole morning. By the time the sun gets hot, we go into the art gallery and play music. =D But the second day we kow kow work on formation la.Not so much tutti THOUGH that particular day I learnt A LOT from music.*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;There's always room for more food.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've had double portion of EACH meal when they made too much food. So the first day for me is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Two portions of breakfast&lt;br /&gt;Two portions of lunch&lt;br /&gt;Maggi for tea&lt;br /&gt;Two portions of dinner&lt;br /&gt;Chips in between some meals&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wasn't bloated at all. O.o I don't know what got into me. But... I'm not complaining. I hope I didn't steal anyone's food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I did not faint!!!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YEAH! I didn't faint at all or black out. Unfortunately the first morning when we were asked to run three rounds around the field my nerves were a WRECK and when I got punished another round my neck was pounding like mad. And Farah scared me to death when she said it can pecah. Shit, that is NOT funny. But whatever. I'm not running four anymore. Three is my limit. Hhahaa..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Band will never suck when all your best friends are in it&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Those of my best friends who weren't in band, are in choral speaking- who I saw anyway :)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We always knew you can NEVER get bored with your best friends. But what more if you're all involved in the same thing. And when I fell sick** today (That's why I can blog now) Mini actually came to the gallery to check up on me, Lydia got water for me and Veno, Shannon, Lynette, Sheau (not a band member, but still a bestie =D), Danielle and Esther temaned me and helped me during lunch too. (Sorry if you name wasn't metioned, I THINK that's it)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;We have an awesome conductress :)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So you have too many things to do. You still batu, woman. :) I think you do a good job leading.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;We have a great president ;)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah Mini, camp went well. Thanks for everything. It's all awesome. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* So much for stacato, tenuto, slur. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;** I'm allergic to air conditioners. ==&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8336100834477180964-4701954002655909778?l=ssvirus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ssvirus.blogspot.com/feeds/4701954002655909778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8336100834477180964&amp;postID=4701954002655909778&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8336100834477180964/posts/default/4701954002655909778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8336100834477180964/posts/default/4701954002655909778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ssvirus.blogspot.com/2009/03/early-band-camp-post.html' title='An Early Band Camp Post'/><author><name>Tissue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05886340281484841095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xMFGJv_wWXQ/SaViAArHuqI/AAAAAAAAAeM/yhp_jcoyf3I/S220/nails.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8336100834477180964.post-326362603671346624</id><published>2009-03-16T23:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T23:18:32.198+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Let Down by Marvel :(</title><content type='html'>So I do have to blog about a lot of things. But I'll get to that tomorrow. Win's b'day (In detail of the thing and the planning), flooded church + service at SEGi and Sunway + Esther's place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Either way, I'm gonna start with why Marvel has upset me. Now it's COMPULSARY to pay for every damn comic you read. NONE that are free whatsoever. They used to be. So now I'm bengang. It's 4.95 USD for a month.So it's 50 bucks a year. I need to save up for too many things. But it's SOOO CHEAP!!! And I can read EVERYTHING since it's unlimited access online! :( I really want in on it. I'll just wait till Christmas then. Or for someone to be willing to but. Lol.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8336100834477180964-326362603671346624?l=ssvirus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ssvirus.blogspot.com/feeds/326362603671346624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8336100834477180964&amp;postID=326362603671346624&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8336100834477180964/posts/default/326362603671346624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8336100834477180964/posts/default/326362603671346624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ssvirus.blogspot.com/2009/03/let-down-by-marvel.html' title='Let Down by Marvel :('/><author><name>Tissue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05886340281484841095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xMFGJv_wWXQ/SaViAArHuqI/AAAAAAAAAeM/yhp_jcoyf3I/S220/nails.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8336100834477180964.post-8657110560531468867</id><published>2009-03-12T23:16:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-13T20:36:11.700+08:00</updated><title type='text'>thank youuu!</title><content type='html'>All thanks to Cheryl Lee Yesudas, who nicely planned everything out for today. xD really appreciate everythinggg! =D and yes. i did enjoy my birthday, thank you. =) and yes, it was an awesome surprise. =D love yaaa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A huge thankyou to all those who contributed for my cake fund too! =D haha, thanks yeaah!! =D really loved it! xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-win. ssv live onnnn. XD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8336100834477180964-8657110560531468867?l=ssvirus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ssvirus.blogspot.com/feeds/8657110560531468867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8336100834477180964&amp;postID=8657110560531468867&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8336100834477180964/posts/default/8657110560531468867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8336100834477180964/posts/default/8657110560531468867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ssvirus.blogspot.com/2009/03/thank-youuu.html' title='thank youuu!'/><author><name>win</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08529120638345298470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VSOulOEHB38/SjZyVkhZmkI/AAAAAAAAAKA/wva29u4WnNg/S220/13092008(010)-001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8336100834477180964.post-2026232276183068864</id><published>2009-03-11T21:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T21:30:06.587+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Tag by Esther I never saw</title><content type='html'>Fill 10 spots with the people you wanna tag. If you ran out of people use characters from movies, books or made-up ones to fill the spots.*I'm feeling , sentimental . So I'll tag the people who were there for me &amp;amp; fictional characters .&lt;br /&gt;1)Laura Ng&lt;br /&gt;2)Esther Tan&lt;br /&gt;3)Kamini Tan&lt;br /&gt;4)Jane Tan&lt;br /&gt;5)Clarissa&lt;br /&gt;6)Lynette Lee&lt;br /&gt;7)Shannon Lwe&lt;br /&gt;8)Kaylee&lt;br /&gt;9)Venodhah&lt;br /&gt;10)Eva Chen&lt;br /&gt;1) 4 invites 3 and 8 to dinner at their house. What happens?&lt;br /&gt;3's height gets insulted :p&lt;br /&gt;2) 9 tries to get 5 into a strip club.&lt;br /&gt;Go la, 5. Sure one!&lt;br /&gt;3) You need to stay at a friend's house for the night. Who will you choose, 1 or 6?&lt;br /&gt;6! 1 will whack kow kow :p (just kidding)&lt;br /&gt;4)2 and 7 are making out, 10 walks in. What happens?&lt;br /&gt;10 will say ARENT YOU MARRIED WITH 3 AFFAIRS? Not enough ah?! xD Good luck no. 3&lt;br /&gt;5)3 falls in love with 6, 8 is jealous. What happens?&lt;br /&gt;2 will kill 6 and 8.&lt;br /&gt;6)4 jumps to you in a dark alleyway, who saves you? 2,7, or 10?&lt;br /&gt;Definitely 7 or if feeling like a gentlemen 10 la, but it'll be funny to see 2 try. xD&lt;br /&gt;7) 1 starts a cooking show. 15 minutes later what is happening?&lt;br /&gt;The cooking show finishes with a song.&lt;br /&gt;8)3 has to marry either 8, 4 or 9. Who will they choose?&lt;br /&gt;2! But amongst the three... 9. xD Altos affair.&lt;br /&gt;9)7 kidnaps 2 and demands something from 5 for 2's freedom.&lt;br /&gt;To go call 3 la.. DUH... For 2's last words :p&lt;br /&gt;10)Everyone gangs up on 3, does 3 has a chance in hell?&lt;br /&gt;If great things come in small packages, you just have to wait and see what the package is. O.o&lt;br /&gt;11)Everyone is invited for 2 and 10's wedding except 8. How does 8 reacts?&lt;br /&gt;8 will laugh her ass off then call 3. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;12) Why is 6 afraid of 7?&lt;br /&gt;Because she FOC. Especially when she Mighty Morphin with 2.&lt;br /&gt;13)1 is late for 2 and 10's wedding, Why is that so?&lt;br /&gt;Too busy laughing/ calling 3. What's with you and 2 and 10's wedding?&lt;br /&gt;14)5 and 9 are drunk at your house, what happens?&lt;br /&gt;I don't think either one of them would. One would probably take out the other and CHICK FIGHT!&lt;br /&gt;15)9 murders 2's best friend. What is 2's revenge on 9?&lt;br /&gt;ELECTRIC SHOCK!&lt;br /&gt;16) 1 and 6 are in mortal danger, Does 6 save herself or 1?&lt;br /&gt;Duh la herself. It's 1! :p And it's 6. Hahhahaa...&lt;br /&gt;17) 8 and 3 go camping and for some reason they forget to bring any food. What will they do?&lt;br /&gt;8 will go shopping and 3 will go hunting. *sakai noise*&lt;br /&gt;18)5 is in a car crash and is injured. What does 9 do?&lt;br /&gt;not believe it and forget that it ever happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Don't do the tag unless you wanna. I just wanna finish it xD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8336100834477180964-2026232276183068864?l=ssvirus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ssvirus.blogspot.com/feeds/2026232276183068864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8336100834477180964&amp;postID=2026232276183068864&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8336100834477180964/posts/default/2026232276183068864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8336100834477180964/posts/default/2026232276183068864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ssvirus.blogspot.com/2009/03/tag-by-esther-i-never-saw.html' title='A Tag by Esther I never saw'/><author><name>Tissue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05886340281484841095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xMFGJv_wWXQ/SaViAArHuqI/AAAAAAAAAeM/yhp_jcoyf3I/S220/nails.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8336100834477180964.post-8698328752405570394</id><published>2009-03-11T18:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T19:08:59.613+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cheryl = Guy?</title><content type='html'>Nope. That linear equation so ain't right. I hate to be a no backboner. but what's funny is that guys address me as a guy and girls address me as a girl. And I don't mean just... Guy. They really believe it. == And girls, they think I'm a girly2. Or that's what Clare told me when she exclaimed I like getting my nails done. I like COLOURS lol. You can classify that under male gay or politically correct as a girl. whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I mean to say here, is that everyone has their own opinions on "That's a guy thing" or "that's a girl thing" Working on the above equation it just shows that I can only attract gay people in the romantic sense la. So, great... I really have to end up being some pondan. == So let's see your thoughts ladies (And gentlemen though I don't know any :p) and guys who probably don't read this blog anymore. What is a &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;"Guy thing"&lt;/span&gt; and what is a &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;"Girl thing"&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See what I did? Blue I used for male and pink for females. WHY CAN'T GUYS LIKE PINK?!  I know I'm the famous one for going,"Wow, that's macho" when someone is wearing all pink. But that is what the world has made us conceive in our thoughts! But the world today is slowly breaking out of this conformity. In other words, the in thing is... To break away from conformity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;When your identity is "no identity" you're cool.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Who the hell came up with that idea?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's so obvious that the world is running out of ideas. First it was cool to wear skinny jeans like Axel Rose or something, then it was cool to go flare. Now we're going back to those ages cause we can't think of anything else. Then you just say,"I'm wearing neither. I just roll up my pants till my knees so I don't fall into any fashion ideology" You know what's worse?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;When one person breaks away, the crowd will try it to. They end up doing the same thing.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uh-huh.. Ever felt like the world was copying you? It's because you decided to be poyo and so did the rest of the world. In fact, some of them did it before you but you were to poyo to realize. So janganlah perasan sangat ya? Everyone has had their own moments I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The people who arenot affected by this, get told off for not having "Fashion sense" HELLO! That was your intention- to have no fashion sense. But by accident you were stylish and you're now telling the people who don't care about their "identity" to conform to your poyoness? Thank you very much.*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to the topic, the conceived idea of what guys and girls must be. Guys like games, girls like clothes. I guess in society today the majority is still so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;What's wrong if girls like games and comics and guys like shopping for clothes?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I'm a victim. Girls who like playing games just shows that we can have fun too? We're not always looking for clothes and focusing on how we appear to other people as most would think. If you'd like to know (Even if not, my blog- whatever. xD) I don't ven look in the mirror before I go out, neither do I brush my hair- unless my mum forces me to la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So whatever la okay. Point proven. Scientificlly, sex is judged on your down there. (LOL) But due to custration and.. Omg... Kamini's speech on vaginal circumsicion makes a difference or if you're a transexual or something (REFRAINING from saying a name) which happens more in our society today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8336100834477180964-8698328752405570394?l=ssvirus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ssvirus.blogspot.com/feeds/8698328752405570394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8336100834477180964&amp;postID=8698328752405570394&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8336100834477180964/posts/default/8698328752405570394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8336100834477180964/posts/default/8698328752405570394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ssvirus.blogspot.com/2009/03/cheryl-guy.html' title='Cheryl = Guy?'/><author><name>Tissue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05886340281484841095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xMFGJv_wWXQ/SaViAArHuqI/AAAAAAAAAeM/yhp_jcoyf3I/S220/nails.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8336100834477180964.post-618197636867262965</id><published>2009-03-11T17:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T17:58:55.297+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Problem with Being A Cheryl</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Random thing I have to post before I forget.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;-&gt; Fear of the camp. xD says (5:50 PM):&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One circle is correct. The other is the two lines thing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;-&gt; Listen: Beautiful Saviour, Hope-Here I Am To Worship, Power of Your Love. =] says (5:51 PM):&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where..?&lt;br /&gt;The super big round one, rigt..?&lt;br /&gt;*right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;-&gt; Fear of the camp. xD says (5:53 PM):&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YEAP&lt;br /&gt;6 units from C&lt;br /&gt;No la.. The circle is squarish one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;-&gt; Listen: Beautiful Saviour, Hope-Here I Am To Worship, Power of Your Love. =] says (5:54 PM):&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HUH!?!?&lt;br /&gt;SQUARISH!?!?&lt;br /&gt;AM I DEAD NOW OR WHAT!?!?&lt;br /&gt;==&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;-&gt; Fear of the camp. xD says (5:54 PM):&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHA.. Lol.. I'm kidding la&lt;br /&gt;...Squarish circle. ==&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;-&gt; Listen: Beautiful Saviour, Hope-Here I Am To Worship, Power of Your Love. =] says (5:55 PM):&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aiyohhh.&lt;br /&gt;Damn you.&lt;br /&gt;Freaked me out la.&lt;br /&gt;==&lt;br /&gt;I was just thinking how to do it.&lt;br /&gt;=_=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;-&gt; Fear of the camp. xD says (5:57 PM):&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;You draw the circle and make it into a transformer&lt;br /&gt;Transformers roll out and transform INTO A SQUARE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8336100834477180964-618197636867262965?l=ssvirus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ssvirus.blogspot.com/feeds/618197636867262965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8336100834477180964&amp;postID=618197636867262965&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8336100834477180964/posts/default/618197636867262965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8336100834477180964/posts/default/618197636867262965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ssvirus.blogspot.com/2009/03/problem-with-being-cheryl.html' title='The Problem with Being A Cheryl'/><author><name>Tissue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05886340281484841095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xMFGJv_wWXQ/SaViAArHuqI/AAAAAAAAAeM/yhp_jcoyf3I/S220/nails.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8336100834477180964.post-1376752698387045023</id><published>2009-03-11T15:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T17:36:01.403+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kamini's amiguous life</title><content type='html'>If you've seen the cbox in her blog, you might know what I'm talking about. BUT of course half of you won't know the story so I'll start off with talking about the cycling trip. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The highschool HOPE group and most of the leaders went to Bukit Cahaya for a cycling trip. We rented bikes there and guess who else came? LAURA! It was all set that after cycling, we'd go study at McD's. But.. Lynette and Laura couldn't cycle. So, Esther and i cycled up and once we reached level ground, we'd teach them how. We cycled as they walked up and we singgah by the animal place thing. We talked to some... I don't know who we talked to. But some of them la. Lol. we talked to parrots, ostriches and rabbits too. But they wanted to make rabbit stew. O.o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We stopped at the pondok for sharing. Patrina damn power d. We like mmlakang only sing and dance to "I walk by Faith" So she shared about faith and.. It was good stuff la. Pretty short too. We ended in a word of prayer, led by Joshua and after he said "Amen" he shouted, "LOOK OVER THERE!" It was an elephant walking past us! I asked Caleb whether he can teman me go make friends. He replied,"I'd love to follow you, but they won't let us" :( :( :( :(! I don't like Bukit Cahaya people. I want elephant. :( We cycled down and up, last as usual because I stopped Caleb to ask him whether i could make friends. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went up to the four seasons house. We ditched Laura and Lynette :p (Sorry) Cycle damn fast la then must cross the stupid narrow bridge. Joshua was like I scared you all get lost. So tell Peter and Ashton (The only two in front of me) to go left. I cycled to catch up with them and I shout,"PETER! LEFT, GO LEFT" Then I realized there was ONLY a sharp left turn which you can't missed. Buggar laugh at me damn kow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we reach the four seasons house. It was SPRING! It was pretty warm I guess but in between the two spring rooms, damn was it cold. The guys actually had stupid competitions like who could leave their hands on the railing the longest under the air cond. Adrian (Lim, Tan wasn't there) and Nadicson stood under the aircond as their lips turn purple as a test to see who's more man. Lol! No idea who won for either of the competitions but all same same la. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My signature of the day: Cycle close to someone and go CAREFUL CAREFUL CAREFUL!&lt;br /&gt;Esther's signature of the day: Touching Yuan in the four season house. Grossness. xD&lt;br /&gt;Lynette's signature of the next week: Omg, Joshua :p&lt;br /&gt;Laura's signature of her life: *PIAK*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats for the four of us la. Nadicson managed to make Esther JUMP by shouting in her ear before cycling again. Lol. Justin and I were high five-ing through out the thing. And after the four season house we got ditched. Lyn took the bus. Esther cycle with don't know who (Probably Yuan, watch out Kamini) So it was Laura, Justin, Ashton and I stuck. Justin ask me to hold up his bike so he could repair it and cycle damn far away. He disappeared. I walked with laura so she won't be sesat. So I asked Ashton to go with Justin but he was nice enough to cycle slowly along with us. We got lost along the way but we made it back in good time. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My ass lebam after that trip. We even called Mini in the middle of it just to inform her that Esther was cheating on her.&lt;b&gt;*&lt;/b&gt; Her first reaction was eww. Then,"HOW DARE SHE" Esther, so much for,"Taansh so tall meh?" You got Yuan now. xD After everything, went to McD for a hardcore session of.. SEJARAH! We planned to do Science, but it was easy shit la. All the questions not from the text book also. Common sense. So whatever. Sejarah, I finished the whole Form 1 syllabus except for Chapter 5. Which I REFUSE to learn. Thank God. Only 2 questions came out. From 3-7 then her daddy sent me home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;*&lt;/b&gt;How is it now? Mini is with her taansh and Esther is with Brandon, sulu AND Yuan? Hahhahaa... I really cannot do exam like this. xD I'm gonna draw each one of you in my next test paper/ music piece.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8336100834477180964-1376752698387045023?l=ssvirus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ssvirus.blogspot.com/feeds/1376752698387045023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8336100834477180964&amp;postID=1376752698387045023&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8336100834477180964/posts/default/1376752698387045023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8336100834477180964/posts/default/1376752698387045023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ssvirus.blogspot.com/2009/03/kaminis-amiguous-life.html' title='Kamini&apos;s amiguous life'/><author><name>Tissue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05886340281484841095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xMFGJv_wWXQ/SaViAArHuqI/AAAAAAAAAeM/yhp_jcoyf3I/S220/nails.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8336100834477180964.post-8612948313204246203</id><published>2009-03-07T23:24:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-07T23:35:10.068+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sex, Drugs and Rock and Roll</title><content type='html'>Sex, drugs and Rock and Roll... Only applies to the generation of which rock and roll REALLY started from.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so sorry to all the fans? But Jonas brothers, you don't get any. The Click whatever.. Doesn't get any. and neither should whatever their names are. So yeah. Let me tell you why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;It's harder to smuggle drugs on tour.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not all "there's war. Let's smoke" That was in Hong Kong a friggin billion years ago. The Opium war is OVER. So's the Vietnam war which the Beatles sudo survived. It's not legal. It's not in to go "I'm seeing flowers and rainbows" no more. Nowadays, people just PRETEND to be high. Yeah losers, THAT'S in! Have you ever heard people going: I'm high on chocolate? yes. That's called being a gay loser. Sugar rush is NOT getting high.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Everyone has sex anyways. You don't have to be a rockstar.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sad but true. We're living in such a corrupted world today that you see men in saree's looking for sex in FRONT of a brothel on the streets of Brickfields. I saw one of them assault 2 chinese boys. And everyone's desperate. You meet someone and say come home with me- THEY WILL. Once again sad, but true. make a difference and say no to sex. With sex comes STD's!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;There is no more rock and roll on the radio.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a matter of sticking to its roots. And in my opinion (I MAY be minority) all the real stuff is still not to be seen in the mainstream scene! What is the closest thing we have to ROCK and ROLL.... Even Bon Jovi is gay. Death Magnetic is a disgrace to Trash Metal but an uplift for Metallica. However, where's the rock and roll? Deja Voodoo Spells are not even big enough to be heard on the radio properly. But they are what I consider to be from its roots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are just stirred up thought from this quiz I was taking an hour ago. I guess its because I'm angry. xD I don't think so. But I certainly sound angry. Hahhahaa...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8336100834477180964-8612948313204246203?l=ssvirus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ssvirus.blogspot.com/feeds/8612948313204246203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8336100834477180964&amp;postID=8612948313204246203&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8336100834477180964/posts/default/8612948313204246203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8336100834477180964/posts/default/8612948313204246203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ssvirus.blogspot.com/2009/03/sex-drugs-and-rock-and-roll.html' title='Sex, Drugs and Rock and Roll'/><author><name>Tissue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05886340281484841095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xMFGJv_wWXQ/SaViAArHuqI/AAAAAAAAAeM/yhp_jcoyf3I/S220/nails.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8336100834477180964.post-2944453057937893607</id><published>2009-03-07T23:12:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-07T23:24:09.164+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Basement</title><content type='html'>For those who don't know, I live in a condo. And as my dad was looking for something in the car just now, I performed a few experiments that prove that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Cockroaches are slow&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My dad is experiencing a SERIOUS boundary by the Law of Murphy&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;There are some kind of Nymph/ Dryad singing in someone's bathroom&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;And children get beat up in my condo quite a bit&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No. It did not REQUIRE someone as smart as me to find out about that. But of course, it was me who decided to write out simple things of life that people already understand to make it seem slightly funnier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first one. I found out by jumping in front of (Not on) a cockroach. It simply lay still. So I did it again. No response. And again, I jumped. It scurried for it's life. I did it another 2 times and it continued to run. I don't get it. I guess it didn't realize I was jumping in its face? Or it was prepared cause they knew I was trying to psyche it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second. My dad buys 4D numbers. Yeah, go figure. He keeps on missing it by one digit and complains about it. And as we were watching football in the mamak. No goal. The SECOND he got up and walked to the streets Chelsea scored a "beautiful" goal. == How GREAT. I just stood there in awe and laughed at my dad cause for the whole day he kena like that. When he was watching Deal or No Deal hungry, time simply CRAWLED by. Haha! :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah, the third was pretty weird. I heard children screaming alright, I always do. But as I looked blankly into thin air as I always do, I could hear some singing. It wasn't like normal singing. It was like the friggin hantu from the Desert of Lost Souls. I'm not kidding. or someone's playing God of War REAAALLLYY loudly. O.o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The children screaming, back to that. Everyday an night and evening and afternoon, you can hear SOME POOR CHILD screaming at the top of their lungs either from the left or right of our unit. The child is not irritating, it's the parent. == They are so friggin strict about every little thing that the kid is always crying. It's traumatizing for your kids man. Do that with some kinda limitations lady, or I'm calling the cops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;White people, beat your kids. Chinese people, don't bleed your kids. Jamaican people, find a REASON to hit your kids. And Indian kids? Don't call children's aid.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8336100834477180964-2944453057937893607?l=ssvirus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ssvirus.blogspot.com/feeds/2944453057937893607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8336100834477180964&amp;postID=2944453057937893607&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8336100834477180964/posts/default/2944453057937893607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8336100834477180964/posts/default/2944453057937893607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ssvirus.blogspot.com/2009/03/basement.html' title='Basement'/><author><name>Tissue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05886340281484841095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xMFGJv_wWXQ/SaViAArHuqI/AAAAAAAAAeM/yhp_jcoyf3I/S220/nails.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8336100834477180964.post-3567007749201749580</id><published>2009-03-07T17:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-07T17:56:35.227+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Damn gay la. xD</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;-&gt; Etsl : Adorable!! says (5:30 PM):&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no need&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;what for u wan a step father when ur father is here ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;-&gt; Spider-Man and Obama! Go team, go! says (5:30 PM):&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not that I want. But got ma. But prefer the father la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;-&gt; Etsl : Adorable!! says (5:30 PM):&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;of course&lt;br /&gt;GOOD DAUGHTER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;-&gt; Spider-Man and Obama! Go team, go! says (5:31 PM):&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;-&gt; Etsl : Adorable!! says (5:31 PM):&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know la , im a good FATHER too&lt;br /&gt;but u have a BAD MUM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;-&gt; Spider-Man and Obama! Go team, go! says (5:33 PM):&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why ah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;-&gt; Etsl : Adorable!! says (5:33 PM):&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont know&lt;br /&gt;suddenly find u a step mother&lt;br /&gt;father*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;___________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;-&gt; one could not count the moons that shimmer on her roofs or the thousand splendid suns that hide behind her walls. says (5:44 PM):&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aiyoh. she betrayed me.&lt;br /&gt;for no reason.&lt;br /&gt;great. i feel so loved now.&lt;br /&gt;first brandon now this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;-&gt; Spider-Man and Obama! Go team, go! says (5:45 PM):&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brandon and Amrit same standard kan?&lt;br /&gt;Omg.. Meaning I have a stepmum too. Brandon is my step mum. xDDD&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8336100834477180964-3567007749201749580?l=ssvirus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ssvirus.blogspot.com/feeds/3567007749201749580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8336100834477180964&amp;postID=3567007749201749580&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8336100834477180964/posts/default/3567007749201749580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8336100834477180964/posts/default/3567007749201749580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ssvirus.blogspot.com/2009/03/damn-gay-la-xd.html' title='Damn gay la. xD'/><author><name>Tissue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05886340281484841095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xMFGJv_wWXQ/SaViAArHuqI/AAAAAAAAAeM/yhp_jcoyf3I/S220/nails.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8336100834477180964.post-8201125316663338026</id><published>2009-03-07T16:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-07T16:54:22.929+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Aiyoo</title><content type='html'>You know what? I think I'm turning back into the geek I once was.. Slowly. I don't mean by html and stuff like that. I've given up the use of code a long time ago. Sherwin rocks at that. :p But I mean, I'm back to reading comics, checking out light sabers in CARREFOUR and playing excessive games.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah sure, reading comics is not that bad. Unless you go online religiously everyday to read the latest edition of Spiderman, feel guilty you can't afford it. But try to squirm some stuff out of Marvel anyway cause you can't do anything about it. Tell everyone who would listen about how everyone from X-Men is so friggin irritating but still... Continue to love and read it. (Cause I like Archangel and Iceman) Lecture everyone about how Ironman is so cool, but Batman is my soul mate though he's kinda gay and doesn't have real super powers. I guess I'm bound to like gay boys...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Light sabers in Carrefour... Yeah. Just the other day, I was at Tropicana City with my sister and she RAN to the My Little Pony section and I RAN to check out DC action figures and found.. LIGHTSABERS! Ohemgeee.. I'm SOOO saving up to get one of those. =D I want to invent one on my own too so I can kill people who don't expect some laser to cut their hand off. Well, Anakin didn't. Luke didn't either. *grins* But that just shows how much we've grown up. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Playing excessive games is never right. (No offence gamers) Cause like.. My dad gets pissed whenever he sees my emulator open. You should be studying! And I go,"DIE AKUMA, DIE!" Or,"I'm going to overtake you, dumbass, stupid red car of no name!" (That's on shockwave btw) I guess I just have to be productive of some sort. But I don't know how. I'm only productive when I'm out of my parents sight. I can't look SMART in front of them- which sucks by the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So... That concludes this post cause... There are other geeky things that I and many other people do. But.. I don't wanna say it. xD SO yeah... =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8336100834477180964-8201125316663338026?l=ssvirus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ssvirus.blogspot.com/feeds/8201125316663338026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8336100834477180964&amp;postID=8201125316663338026&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8336100834477180964/posts/default/8201125316663338026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8336100834477180964/posts/default/8201125316663338026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ssvirus.blogspot.com/2009/03/aiyoo.html' title='Aiyoo'/><author><name>Tissue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05886340281484841095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xMFGJv_wWXQ/SaViAArHuqI/AAAAAAAAAeM/yhp_jcoyf3I/S220/nails.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8336100834477180964.post-9124607314194435251</id><published>2009-03-06T19:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T19:41:02.343+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Semangat AMB</title><content type='html'>First let me talk about the GREAT rules Laura  put in for band. It's all sudo new, I guess? But let's blog about it to see what OTHER people think. Hahha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laura is the Quarter Mistress along with Adeline. In other words, band room, instruments, cleanliness- everything la. They're in charge. Which means death to us. If ONE person doesn't arrange their shoes, the WHOLE BAND has to pay RM3. If ONE person does not arrange their bags, the WHOLE BAND has to pay RM3. Mmm hmm... I guess its a good thing, one band, one sound. We have to help others arrange and stuff without actually being calculative about who's it is. But in less than 2 months, we got 60 ringgit. Before the whole band have to pay. It's just the person who carries out an offence, pays. Now the band is going to be stinking rich- leaving its members.. Stone broke. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today a bunch of us met up to sorta... "jam" the concert pieces? But of course, we went out of the concert songs. We played about everything we missed. Some Swearingen stuff and.. :) Lord of the Rings! We even played King's Mountain Adventure and Saturday Night Fever. But we can play Michael Jackson till before Beat It perfectly. (where we have a melody!) So that's great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, we were asked to do a few things la. Carry the cabinets and take some box in and all. Pretty fun la. After all of that, Esther and I (who have agreed on this earlier), ran 200 metres to up our stamina. We want to do that after school everyday. But it's been raining so this is the first time and.. Ohemgee. 200 metres also can see stars. == I feel so gay man. Anyhoooo, we proceeded to go back to the notebook that we're making for fund raisers. and shoot. I'M LATE. Like by 10 minutes la, but still...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad's car is still getting heated up even after servicing it. :( So bengang la. I don't know how now lorrhh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is going to be my sleeping day because tomorrow must wake up early. Aikk.. Sunday also. If they are not watching Punisher tomorrow I'm going to watch it by myself once Tropicana city opens. I SWEAR.. They planned it two days in a row, both also tak jadi. Thank God I went to play Street Fighter with Shannon instead! kena ffk... Basketball that day also, it rained. Hahahaha! I wanna play more PS3. :( Or SOME form of game that is NOT the emulator. Which I should give bac to Lynette. I totally forgot. Shit. lyn, if you're reading this, please remind me. I saved it in my Abugee hard drive d. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8336100834477180964-9124607314194435251?l=ssvirus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ssvirus.blogspot.com/feeds/9124607314194435251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8336100834477180964&amp;postID=9124607314194435251&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8336100834477180964/posts/default/9124607314194435251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8336100834477180964/posts/default/9124607314194435251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ssvirus.blogspot.com/2009/03/semangat-amb.html' title='Semangat AMB'/><author><name>Tissue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05886340281484841095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xMFGJv_wWXQ/SaViAArHuqI/AAAAAAAAAeM/yhp_jcoyf3I/S220/nails.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8336100834477180964.post-8260114635568888949</id><published>2009-03-05T19:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T19:26:57.786+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Manglish</title><content type='html'>I thought of this in the loo. Murphy's Law. The crossword puzzle clue pops into your head once you're in the loo.&lt;b&gt; YES ITS TRUE!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is &lt;i&gt;"la, ma, ker, kot"&lt;/i&gt; and other &lt;b&gt;STUFF&lt;/b&gt; that Malaysian's put just to end their sentence. This is a small fact I learn from someone's Original Oratory speech.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La is a good example of globalization. Even the &lt;i&gt;"Mat sallehs" &lt;/i&gt;can't get enough of it.&lt;br /&gt;Indeed. But what does this actually mean?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those little slang&lt;i&gt; thinggies&lt;/i&gt; are just &lt;i&gt;"thinggies"&lt;/i&gt; people put to make it sound more &lt;b&gt;CASUAL&lt;/b&gt;. yes it is not &lt;b&gt;ONLY&lt;/b&gt; me who try to sound stupid all the time. Its &lt;b&gt;ALL&lt;/b&gt; of us who refuse to sound smart and have taken that habit in to account... &lt;b&gt;LA&lt;/b&gt;. You just can't &lt;b&gt;HELP&lt;/b&gt; but say it &lt;b&gt;NOW&lt;/b&gt; cause you've grown into that heritage!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In addition to that, it's just &lt;b&gt;SUCH &lt;/b&gt;a habit that.. A sentence is now incomplete without it. When stressing an obvious point, you just have to say it! "Like this also cannot see &lt;i&gt;AH&lt;/i&gt;? it's obviously done like this &lt;i&gt;MA&lt;/i&gt;!" That's the condesending habit of most Malaysians. But of course, not all. It's the kiasu parents who can't bare for their kids to get a 90 in Math. It's too low.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do I say &lt;b&gt;"la"&lt;/b&gt; WAY more often then anyone. Cause not only is it in my sentences... I'm constantly humming! lalalalalaaaa! =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8336100834477180964-8260114635568888949?l=ssvirus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ssvirus.blogspot.com/feeds/8260114635568888949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8336100834477180964&amp;postID=8260114635568888949&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8336100834477180964/posts/default/8260114635568888949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8336100834477180964/posts/default/8260114635568888949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ssvirus.blogspot.com/2009/03/manglish.html' title='Manglish'/><author><name>Tissue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05886340281484841095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xMFGJv_wWXQ/SaViAArHuqI/AAAAAAAAAeM/yhp_jcoyf3I/S220/nails.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8336100834477180964.post-8859694521404539039</id><published>2009-03-05T18:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T18:45:18.995+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why kids end up hating their parents xD</title><content type='html'>hahha, this is not really a serious I HATE MY PARENTS thinggymajig. This is just an observation that I believe is quite applicable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to start of with the word TEENAGERS. (I know I'm one when I say this) Stupid, little angst-y baskets who can't control their emotions- throw them- and get pissed off at themselves for it. Dumbass? I think so. Unfortunately, we all have to live with this nonsense at SOME point of our life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OVERGROWN TEENAGERS are poyo-ted crap who is angsty in their 20's. Sad? I think so. Teenagers who like Twilight because it's "romantic" in a sense where everything is "PERFECT" and all lsd-ing in her head. That's fine. But when a 20 year old likes it- beware...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This applies to everyone who gets mad at their parents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When they tell you something about what you've &lt;b&gt;DONE&lt;/b&gt;. &lt;i&gt;(It's your fault la) &lt;/i&gt;You go shit, I shouldn't have done it. But it's a reflex to defend yourself, so you fight even if you're wrong. But the proud falls the hardest for you didn't admit your wrong doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When they tell you something about what you &lt;b&gt;HAVEN'T DONE&lt;/b&gt;. &lt;i&gt;(Not your fault) &lt;/i&gt;You get pissed off. Then you tell yourself, small thing- chill. You conscience&lt;b&gt;*&lt;/b&gt; takes over. You realize you shouldn't be angry for that little thing, you get mad at yourself and show it by pissing off your parents more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If its a subjective thing whether you're right or wrong- you just argue because.. Superiority complex- You're always right. Therefore you get angry because your parents won't listen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PARENTS are aliens who can never go down. After a long hard battle which you've won, they're dead.. They have no points. But they'll get up and &lt;i&gt;last stand&lt;/i&gt; you if they have to and punish you anyway. You can't get your way. The little ones can't be right. Not if they're rude especially. (I don't like rude people so I kinda agree. Lol) Strange creatures, they always know what to do BUT never know when to stop. Punishing, spoiling. It's a horrid tough task that one cannot carry out perfectly. And all blame, whether from themselves, children or outsiders- is put on them and normally.. Them only.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;*&lt;/b&gt;CONSCIENCE is not the little voice that tells you right from wrong. But tells you that someone is watching. So you have to DOUBLE consider your actions and judge more carefully whether it's right or wrong. Whether it's God, parents, friends or co-workers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ps: I would like your feedback to tell me whether this is accurate. Cause I'm kinda trying to observe everything. :) Thank you. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8336100834477180964-8859694521404539039?l=ssvirus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ssvirus.blogspot.com/feeds/8859694521404539039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8336100834477180964&amp;postID=8859694521404539039&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8336100834477180964/posts/default/8859694521404539039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8336100834477180964/posts/default/8859694521404539039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ssvirus.blogspot.com/2009/03/why-kids-end-up-hating-their-parents-xd.html' title='Why kids end up hating their parents xD'/><author><name>Tissue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05886340281484841095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xMFGJv_wWXQ/SaViAArHuqI/AAAAAAAAAeM/yhp_jcoyf3I/S220/nails.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8336100834477180964.post-2908040877476730869</id><published>2009-03-05T17:48:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T18:08:31.950+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Extemporaneous boys. xD</title><content type='html'>This is a little food for thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Why Extemporaneous boys almost NEVER seem appealing/ attractive to girls at SEA Forensics.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny shit. I thought of it cause this morning, my sister asked me who's on the pamphlet of my Forensics book. I looked at the back and IF I am not mistaken is Michael George, aight? Whatever it is...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last year, when I competed, my sister came to watch. As we were walking out, "the guy on the pamphlet" asked her where she from and stuff. She simply said,"I was in school and competed 5 years ago" Lol!! Guess what happened...? He ran away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I realized it was Michael George- or so I think- I laughed my ass off! I just could have been because I was in extemporaneous and I probably didn't realize cause I was still recovering from my crapping-ness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to the main question. WHY don't they get girls?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;No 1. Girls want someone of CHARACTER.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not saying that people in extemp are boring- Vicky is kinda cool- but... Come on, you have 7 cool things to choose. Extemp IS cool especially for smart people. But.. If you ONLY choose that? Yu have to be reaaaalllyyy factual and... Scary. Michael George's voice bores me to death. I couldn't even listen to his isi to tell whether its bernas or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;No. 2 Actors are hotter. (after Impromters :p)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sad but true. I'd date someone spontaneous and somewhat smart enough to conjure a whole 4 minute speech about a boring word in one minute and make it INTERESTING. If you're good at it of course. But either way, the Simon (cycle cycle guy) was funny too. (though I wouldn't really date HKIS boys- they make me seem normal) xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actors, have a different aura to them, I have to say. They can be a whole other personality while putting in the essence of themselves. They have to KNOW themselves (in other words, not some emo insecure piece a crap... USUALLY) before they choose their piece- and play them well. So next to extemp, who'd look at them?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;No. 3 Extempers... Are smarter than you.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girl would NORMALLY have a superiority complex- They have to be better than you! I guess this applies to debates too. But debators have partners which normally throws people off that you're working closely to another member of the opposite sex- that isn't them. But heck, extempers are REALLY smart. They have to read like banyak to sound smart. And... Man, I don't want a guy who'd only talk about wars and the economy crunch that's happening now. And whether "the president should stay to save the country or LEAVE!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that concludes my little speech. I think. By the way, this only applies to people who ONLY joined Extemp and GOOD ones- good actors too!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8336100834477180964-2908040877476730869?l=ssvirus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ssvirus.blogspot.com/feeds/2908040877476730869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8336100834477180964&amp;postID=2908040877476730869&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8336100834477180964/posts/default/2908040877476730869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8336100834477180964/posts/default/2908040877476730869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ssvirus.blogspot.com/2009/03/extemporaneous-boys-xd.html' title='Extemporaneous boys. xD'/><author><name>Tissue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05886340281484841095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xMFGJv_wWXQ/SaViAArHuqI/AAAAAAAAAeM/yhp_jcoyf3I/S220/nails.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8336100834477180964.post-2576112666081303693</id><published>2009-03-04T20:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T20:07:23.365+08:00</updated><title type='text'>School...?</title><content type='html'>Yeah man. Exams are coming. I'm so screwed. Justin is coming in a bit to teach me math. THANK GOD!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think everyone knows I was sick on Monday. Thanks to everyone for your concern and help. :) Especially Veno, Eylia all. =D But by the mid of the second day. I was fine. =D woooo! I feel awesome now, thanks again. sorry for all the drama. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Errrrmmm... We've been eating and laughing for nothing more than usual in school lately in fact. It's kinda weird. Loadsa internal problems, but nothing with diret contact with me- I hope. nothing else about school? Let me continue the rest of the stuff in the next post then. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8336100834477180964-2576112666081303693?l=ssvirus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ssvirus.blogspot.com/feeds/2576112666081303693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8336100834477180964&amp;postID=2576112666081303693&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8336100834477180964/posts/default/2576112666081303693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8336100834477180964/posts/default/2576112666081303693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ssvirus.blogspot.com/2009/03/school.html' title='School...?'/><author><name>Tissue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05886340281484841095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xMFGJv_wWXQ/SaViAArHuqI/AAAAAAAAAeM/yhp_jcoyf3I/S220/nails.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8336100834477180964.post-962366040678453393</id><published>2009-03-01T00:21:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T21:30:41.047+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I feel worthless and crappy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Yeah. Worthless AND crappy. But ironically.. Here's something to everyone who feels crappy. Sorry if it doesn't hit the spot for you, but here is for Crystal and myself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Isaiah 41.10&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Do not be afraid for I am with you. Do no be discouraged for I am your God. I will strengthen you and help you. I will uphold you with my right victorious hand.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't know but that was just real words of comfort. Here's to the WHY I feel crappy AND worthless.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;First marching practice of the year. In less than an hour or I hope an hour... I fainted. == SHIT la weyh. You know I try to tahan for damn long. But I yawn damn kow. But Adrian said that when you start yawning, your body is telling you that you need to breathe. If HE yawns for more than 5 times- he faints. Btw, he was ex CHS' bass trombonist/ euphonium player. So yeah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lynette tried to catch me. She couldn't carry me. Dani came and all. So it took 4 people. == Am I that fat ah? xD I feel bad that I can't contribute to band in that way la. Cause i wanna do more kinda thing. So yeah. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8336100834477180964-962366040678453393?l=ssvirus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ssvirus.blogspot.com/feeds/962366040678453393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8336100834477180964&amp;postID=962366040678453393&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8336100834477180964/posts/default/962366040678453393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8336100834477180964/posts/default/962366040678453393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ssvirus.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-feel-worthless-and-crappy.html' title='I feel worthless and crappy'/><author><name>Tissue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05886340281484841095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xMFGJv_wWXQ/SaViAArHuqI/AAAAAAAAAeM/yhp_jcoyf3I/S220/nails.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8336100834477180964.post-8620327509713847419</id><published>2009-02-28T23:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-01T00:19:57.416+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ISKL</title><content type='html'>I'm sorry if I go off topic or get moody. But I HATE the streets of KL but love the people I was with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So... After band, Pre, Laura, Elysia, Esthes and I headed back to my place to take a bath then to the LRT station. Where we'd go to Jelatek and take a cab to ISKL- which we had no idea where it was. We did all of this successfully- in bad time of course. We arrived at the school a half hour late- missing the WHOLE suicide in B Flat. ==&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were SQUISHED in the train. And when we reached the damn place (16 stops) we couldn't find a cab. We attempted to walk, but didn't know which direction to go. We asked a lady for directions to the place and I suggested a strategy- keep walking and try to hail a cab at every opportunity. We walked into the WRONG direction and went into some dodgy alley. 5 girls in a dodgy alley. O.o Scary shit k... If  I was alone also I wouldn't be that scared. There was just so many of us and I can't keep looking at them cause two mangkuks were walking behind me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we go into Kodak to ask AGAIN but they didn't know anything. Then we RAN into a cab driver that said he could take us there. =D The fee was like 9 bucks. So rip off k. But whatever la, cause we walked for like a half an hour in JELATEK so FRIGGIN dodgy. Yeerrrr.. At night some more. YERRRR...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We reached, ngam ngam intermission. We saw NOTHING of Suicide in B Flat. :( But good thing, we managed to catch Harlequin. =D Which was EXCELLENT nevertheless. It was just a dance- but a good one. The leader, some girl la but damn hot. I told Laura that half of the crowd would be staring at her. Then at the end, this guy gave her flowers. And during the Q&amp;amp;A the first thing they asked was,"WHO'S THE GUY THAT GAVE YOU FLOWERS?!" Lmfao. I SOOO saw that coming. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we went out, omgg.. I saw Alex by the canteen. He just came out to get something, and in a minute he was gone. :( I SHOULD have attended that FRIGGIN party. :( Stupid shit. But I stood beside Amrit- LOL. And Esther thinks Brandon is hot. So great. Everyone has someone to stare at at ISKL. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad came after that TO ISKL. Geez... Came back to my place. Went to the mamak. Had dinner. And everyone went back. I have Esther's bottle and shoes while she has my slippers. ARGH, ESTHER! :p Wear tomorrow ah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ps: Thanks you guys for coming. =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8336100834477180964-8620327509713847419?l=ssvirus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ssvirus.blogspot.com/feeds/8620327509713847419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8336100834477180964&amp;postID=8620327509713847419&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8336100834477180964/posts/default/8620327509713847419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8336100834477180964/posts/default/8620327509713847419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ssvirus.blogspot.com/2009/02/iskl.html' title='ISKL'/><author><name>Tissue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05886340281484841095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xMFGJv_wWXQ/SaViAArHuqI/AAAAAAAAAeM/yhp_jcoyf3I/S220/nails.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8336100834477180964.post-8003192561514684967</id><published>2009-02-25T00:05:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T00:16:47.628+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Brithdays!</title><content type='html'>Jane Tan Small Money! Happy birthday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, we celebrated yours in class today. We spent half of yesterday planning and planning for everything. Walau, so syok until you cry weyh. I'm so sorry that we finished your cake, we intended to leave a quarter for you... But of course failed. We went for photo and it was GONE. They damn fast weyh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sooooooo... Today was photo day too. This is the FIRST year of mine in SMK Assunta that I'll be in my CLASS photo. Last year, forgot what happened- I didn't go. Ad crashed at YCS' the next day. and &lt;i&gt;pssttt... I'm Not Catholic!&lt;/i&gt; I'm in the class one and the lembaga one. =D I'm in TWO weyh. Always I simply crash shit that ain't mine. xD So yeah, I like my hair cut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those of you who don't know, my sister cut my hair somewhere last week. I think Saturday ah? She cut my hair, i think its nice. But everyone say not nice. :( Oh well... Not nice lorh. *shrugs* I'm not crying over my hair. xD Hhahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did my oral yesterday. Babi she said I got excellent but I still have to do it again. == I have to get full marks. What am I supposed to talk about? DON'T SAY SAXOPHONE. Veno is doing that, settled. babi la...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I went to Tropicana City and played STREET FIGHTER 6! OMG. On a PS3! DAMN AESOOOOMMEEEEE! Everything is so beautiful and guess what? The moves are the same that I'm playing in the emulator right now! Hhaha.. I going again on Sunday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday, we going ISKL. I HOPPPEEE it'll be awesome. the 3 sexys and the sexy is following me after band. =D I so semangat! Woooooooooooooooo! I miss that place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone should go to &lt;a href="http://www.marvel.com"&gt;Marvel.com &lt;/a&gt;to read Obama in Spiderman! =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8336100834477180964-8003192561514684967?l=ssvirus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ssvirus.blogspot.com/feeds/8003192561514684967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8336100834477180964&amp;postID=8003192561514684967&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8336100834477180964/posts/default/8003192561514684967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8336100834477180964/posts/default/8003192561514684967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ssvirus.blogspot.com/2009/02/brithdays.html' title='Brithdays!'/><author><name>Tissue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05886340281484841095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xMFGJv_wWXQ/SaViAArHuqI/AAAAAAAAAeM/yhp_jcoyf3I/S220/nails.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8336100834477180964.post-8123756541960277831</id><published>2009-02-23T21:04:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T21:25:21.233+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Laura should know the meaning of DEATH!</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;everyone left for their respective rooms. Cheryl and i got lost as the guide didn't show us which room we were supposed to be in earlier. So we were late, as usual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Sectionals were superb. Not only were the tutors friendly, they made the environment pressure-free and fun for us to be in. The &lt;b&gt;least problems lied with the baritone saxophonists &lt;/b&gt;during sectional. There were a few mistakes every once in a while, but the rest all lied with the tenor saxophonists. The other baritone saxophonist whose name i think is Salah was fantastic. He had a lot of air, that's for sure. And &lt;i&gt;he was crushed on by many&lt;/i&gt;, and &lt;b&gt;i mean many &lt;/b&gt;of of our band members, names not mentioned so that their prides wouldn't be busted. I thought that our full-band rehearsals were awesome. I felt a strong wave of enthusiasm coming from everyone, which motivated them all to play better and which motivated me to be just as good as everyone else. During the actual performance itself, everyone played their very best and put their all into it. The advance band played Celebration for Winds and Percussion, Portrait of a Clown and Barnum and Bailey's. I would say that everyone did fantastic on Celebration for Winds and Percussion, but not that well on Portrait of a Clown as the trumpeters were missing in action somewhere in the middle of the song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        I've learnt that we're not the only ones who're enthusiastic to learn more. The tenor and baritone saxophonists did better than what the tutor expected from us. He taught as much as he could till there was nothing much left too teach. He asked us if we wanted to stop there and have a little break or go on playing. Everyone refused to have a break. Instead we had all wanted to continue on with playing. Our tutor then went on till there was nothing more to improve on, with 10 minutes left to spare. He went out the room for fresh air during that 10 minutes. During that little time, everyone just kept quiet and stared at the ceiling, at the floor, at the table, at the air-conditioner and anywhere else they could land their gazes on. &lt;b&gt;Don't bluff, I poked Alex&lt;/b&gt;Cheryl and i agreed on wanting to just jump up and introduce ourselves to everyone as we thought that they were a little too anti-social&lt;i&gt;Lol, yeah. xD &lt;/i&gt;, which we unfortunately couldn't because our 10 minutes were up and we had to leave for break, to our total reluctance. The saxophonists were attitude-free, to our relief. Everyone's level of musical devotion and enthusiasm were just so high that we all thought that it was really worthwhile joining this year's band festival.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;              My playing was &lt;i&gt;pretty alright&lt;/i&gt; &lt;b&gt;?!?! You were awesome la, donkey&lt;/b&gt; if i were to compare with everyone else. It was really nice to know where i stood among all the rest of the players. As for my preparation before-hand, it was just average. Our band members probably did better than several others for Celebration for Winds and Percussion as we've played that song for a small function our school was holding not too long before and had enough practice. I didn't practice much on Barnum and Bailey's but played pretty alright on it as i love playing dotted rhythms. We practiced on Portrait of a Clown a little more than Barnum and Bailey's, so i did not too bad on that piece either, eventhough it &lt;i&gt;wasn't exactly one of my favourite pieces&lt;/i&gt;. I believe i played a lot better on the day of the band festival as everyone who did good motivated me a lot to do better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nice essay, no? GO DIE LA BASKET.&lt;br /&gt;No. 1- I am NOT one of them who HAS a crush on Salah. xD He actually caused MY death.&lt;br /&gt;No. 2- WTC?! I know la you and Salah very prooooo... No need to show off. Elehhh... xD *jealous*&lt;br /&gt;No. 3- Everyone hates this song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A request from me&lt;/span&gt;, can you please spare the ejekkan and save me from the fiery anger of &lt;b&gt;YOU-KNOW-WHO&lt;/b&gt;. She's giving me &lt;i&gt;"THE LOOK"&lt;/i&gt; now every time she sees me. When I think she's forgotten about it, SOMEONE (I WONDER who) will remind her. If I die by her hands or even worse... Her instrument.. *gulps* It's all &lt;b&gt;LAURA&lt;/b&gt; and &lt;b&gt;VENODHAH's&lt;/b&gt; fault.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;My will&lt;/span&gt;- All my belongings will go to my sister and she can decide what to do with it. The guitars can go to &lt;b&gt;Shannon&lt;/b&gt;. My phone goes to &lt;b&gt;Sheau Swan&lt;/b&gt;. My drawings go to &lt;b&gt;Previtta&lt;/b&gt;. And my last 50 bucks in my coin box, goes to my parents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;My funeral&lt;/span&gt;, everyone has to wear pink, blue and white. &lt;b&gt;Esther&lt;/b&gt; HAS to play her solo for Celebration. &lt;b&gt;Shannon &lt;/b&gt;can pick the worship songs for the event. I wouldn't mind being cremated, but if got a lot of family politics... Bury also can la. Make sure everyone comes. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TOUCHWOOD!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);font-size:78%;" &gt;Yea, Cause I like Alex. xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8336100834477180964-8123756541960277831?l=ssvirus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ssvirus.blogspot.com/feeds/8123756541960277831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8336100834477180964&amp;postID=8123756541960277831&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8336100834477180964/posts/default/8123756541960277831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8336100834477180964/posts/default/8123756541960277831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ssvirus.blogspot.com/2009/02/laura-should-know-meaning-of-death.html' title='Laura should know the meaning of DEATH!'/><author><name>Tissue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05886340281484841095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xMFGJv_wWXQ/SaViAArHuqI/AAAAAAAAAeM/yhp_jcoyf3I/S220/nails.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8336100834477180964.post-3947865658150736711</id><published>2009-02-21T14:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-21T14:29:06.374+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Merentas Desa</title><content type='html'>Well, maybe I shouldn't put that title since I didn't go. I needed a sleeping day cause the past how many weeks I've had no day to REST everyday also must wake up so bloody early. I planned not to go the day before but my dad woke me up at 6. I rolled around, took my towel, switched on the bathroom light. Then I went, WAIT A MINUTE- It's a SATURDAY! I went to tell my dd that i didn't wanna go. I think half of the things I say at 6am doesn't make sense. But after I made my point (Don't know how clear, but I did) I hit the sack once again. But woke up at 11. WAY TO EARLY I THINK I didn't know that practice time was pushed to 3. == Whatever la. I still got to sleep. Thank you, Veno, Laura and Esther. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ps: Kamini is officially a Tan addict. xD Ether Tan/ Amritaansh etc. etc.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8336100834477180964-3947865658150736711?l=ssvirus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ssvirus.blogspot.com/feeds/3947865658150736711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8336100834477180964&amp;postID=3947865658150736711&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8336100834477180964/posts/default/3947865658150736711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8336100834477180964/posts/default/3947865658150736711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ssvirus.blogspot.com/2009/02/merentas-desa.html' title='Merentas Desa'/><author><name>Tissue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05886340281484841095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xMFGJv_wWXQ/SaViAArHuqI/AAAAAAAAAeM/yhp_jcoyf3I/S220/nails.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8336100834477180964.post-690376019621864254</id><published>2009-02-18T17:24:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T17:43:57.524+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SCREW CONFORMITY!</title><content type='html'>Let's get this straight. I'm &lt;b&gt;AGAINST&lt;/b&gt; conformity. Yes, I'm going to speak chicken. But I've just gone through a little thinggy called &lt;i&gt;Graphology&lt;/i&gt;, studies of handwriting to reveal character.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realized in my books without lines, I write rather straight and it tends to go down a bit. Which says I'm pessimistic. The spaces show that I'm organized. I'm practical and disciplined. Sounds like me? I HOPE not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my other books however, where I write normally. (Not my rough book handwriting, but like.. For others to read la. I'm the total opposite. It shows that I'm optimistic, okay la for organization, I'm rooted in the present, most abstract than practical and tends to show a &lt;b&gt;LITTLE&lt;/b&gt; bit of emotion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know out of the two, which sounds more like me. But... I'm different when I write in school. it's this little conformity thing where I have to be fake around them. &lt;b&gt;THIS AIN'T RIGHT!&lt;/b&gt; &lt;i&gt;cause I'm still hated amongst the teachers&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think after Forensics, I pretty much changed a lot. For the better and the worse. Let's see how.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My worst fear: School, When old people tell you,&lt;i&gt;"Look at the &lt;b&gt;BIG&lt;/b&gt; picture" &lt;/i&gt;when the only response I have is,&lt;i&gt;"WHAT picture?"&lt;/i&gt;, disappointing my parents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In school, I can succeed to do the other two. So that's basically it. I'm sure everyone knows why I'm bringing this up now:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sabina messed with my mind!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yes, my self esteem went down. And when I stopped listening to her and got on my feet. &lt;b&gt;Bada-BOOM!&lt;/b&gt; I got a 1 and a 4 for Forensics. In other words, I just need to trust myself a little more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been replying on SO much change in myself, that I &lt;b&gt;TOTALLY&lt;/b&gt; lost trust. I expect everything I do to be chaotic in nature. but then, all my speeches are based on ONE thing: The natural form of &lt;b&gt;ANY&lt;/b&gt; type of order IS chaos. So what do we do? NOT let a sliver of disappointment OR a int of hardship to make our lives more miserable again. I've pushed out every chance to skip class when I just "don't want to".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just have to &lt;b&gt;KNOW&lt;/b&gt; that I'm making progress and stick to it. I wish I could just sit at hom and study. It'll be 10 times more effective on my daily life. And come for band every Thursday and Friday. But too bad. I need to put up with my worst fear- &lt;b&gt;SCHOOL&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;So screw it. I'm gonna be a tough cookie from now on. :)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8336100834477180964-690376019621864254?l=ssvirus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ssvirus.blogspot.com/feeds/690376019621864254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8336100834477180964&amp;postID=690376019621864254&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8336100834477180964/posts/default/690376019621864254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8336100834477180964/posts/default/690376019621864254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ssvirus.blogspot.com/2009/02/lately.html' title='SCREW CONFORMITY!'/><author><name>Tissue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05886340281484841095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xMFGJv_wWXQ/SaViAArHuqI/AAAAAAAAAeM/yhp_jcoyf3I/S220/nails.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8336100834477180964.post-36453077739701213</id><published>2009-02-18T17:13:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T18:05:37.769+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SEA Forensics 2009</title><content type='html'>Sorry for the "Oh-So Late" update. xD But erm.. Forensics...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 out of 6 finalists got a medal. Victoria got 2 out of three medals. :) So that's AWESOME! We got the Rafida awards and sweepstakes in second place! Great achievement for those our school. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was REALLY fascinating to see how great the finalists were. Kamini who is now reading her boyfriend's Holy Cow is pretty happy. She got BRONZE! So let's give her a great hand. =D And to my SHORT Valerie, for she too got a bronze! FIRST YEAR LORRH! So &lt;b&gt;AWESOME!&lt;/b&gt;=D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was there anything else worth mentioning?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I highly doubt it. I did NOT go on a date with &lt;i&gt;Alex&lt;/i&gt;. == &lt;b&gt;HOW&lt;/b&gt; sad is that?!?! And because I was sesating when I wasn't with Vallie, (Kamini and Nicola are always practicing, and Vallie has other friends too) I talked to the randomest people. Oh yeah. I was left to talk to the &lt;i&gt;ISKL&lt;/i&gt; and &lt;i&gt;HKIS&lt;/i&gt; students. Mostly ISKL though. I met some kids from &lt;i&gt;Penang&lt;/i&gt; and &lt;i&gt;Kuantan&lt;/i&gt; too. They were all really nice. It's just cool to have people from SEA? It's Malaysia and Hong Kong actually, right? Whatever. It's just nice to meet so many cool people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IS there anything else worth mentioning?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, no. That wraps it up then! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ps: Congrats to &lt;b&gt;EVERYONE&lt;/b&gt;. Finalists and winners alike. :)&lt;br /&gt;Pss: PICTURES, MINI! =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8336100834477180964-36453077739701213?l=ssvirus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ssvirus.blogspot.com/feeds/36453077739701213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8336100834477180964&amp;postID=36453077739701213&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8336100834477180964/posts/default/36453077739701213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8336100834477180964/posts/default/36453077739701213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ssvirus.blogspot.com/2009/02/sea-forensics-2009.html' title='SEA Forensics 2009'/><author><name>Tissue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05886340281484841095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xMFGJv_wWXQ/SaViAArHuqI/AAAAAAAAAeM/yhp_jcoyf3I/S220/nails.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8336100834477180964.post-5187407128890425062</id><published>2009-02-12T18:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T19:18:34.468+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SEA 2009</title><content type='html'>Woooooo! Forensics. After all the stressing, here it is! Lets see. We arrived, I'm number 117. All Assuntarians' number plus together becomes a 9. Lets give reviews about the stuff I watched. I'll explain the rankings first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the best to worst is 1,2,3,4. Even if there are normally 6 in the room, They'll be graded as 1,2,3,4,4,4. There is no 5 and 6. So once you have a 4... :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First off- &lt;b&gt;Duet acting&lt;/b&gt;: Nicky and Debbie.&lt;br /&gt;They were better than before! They got 2nd ranking. Which is AWESOME!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Original Oratory&lt;/b&gt;- Valerie. She was &lt;b&gt;REALLY&lt;/b&gt; good &lt;b&gt;BUT&lt;/b&gt; she was 2 seconds overtime. 2 K!! She got 3rd ranking with &lt;b&gt;EXTREMELY&lt;/b&gt; good remarks. She was supposed to get a 2, but dropped because of the time. And all the judges feel sorry for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Debate&lt;/b&gt;- Lakshmi and Loshni. Loshni &lt;b&gt;OWNS&lt;/b&gt; at cross examination. She kow kow bang them. Then take cover you know, she's never open while Lakshmi took care of the speeches. Even though the one I watched was the one they lost, they put up a good fight and won the next one. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Oral Interpretation&lt;/b&gt;- Kamini and Hannan.&lt;br /&gt;Kamini brought the audience to tears. Even herself! But you know what's so horrid? SHE GOT A 4! What the crap right?! She was &lt;b&gt;BRILLIANT&lt;/b&gt; until all of us wanna cry, then get a 4. Bloody bias. Hannan. Who got a 2nd ranking. She was really good. I never heard her full piece before. But she's good. Really good. I also wanted to cry d.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that's all I saw. But &lt;b&gt;EVERYONE&lt;/b&gt; did really good as I've seen the results. I've not gotten my results yet though. :( Sonia says I can get a three. You GOTTA know what the last guy said. xD He picked the topic, my topic- Turning Point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead of good afternoon ladies and gentlemen, he just went..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;"OK. So yeah la. My topic is Turning Point. One time I was riding a.. What ah? Bicycle. Ah. Cycle, cycle until the junction there. Then, yeah la. Quite dangerous, so I turn back there as my turning point there."&lt;/i&gt; The he says he wants to time travel. &lt;i&gt;"Sometimes you do something already, then you want to U Turn. Like how you do your exam. You know the answer d then wanna get better."&lt;/i&gt; LOL! And his last point was, &lt;i&gt;"One time la, I was playing Tennis. Then ya la. I hit quite hard one ma. So I was playing, playing then I accidentally hit my friend's... You know la... Then ya la. I wish I didn't. So we must make a U turn and go back. Ok"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was IT! LMFAO! He was so funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ps: I did NOT see &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Alex&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; because I went to watch Lakshmi and Loshni instead. I'm such a good friend. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8336100834477180964-5187407128890425062?l=ssvirus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ssvirus.blogspot.com/feeds/5187407128890425062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8336100834477180964&amp;postID=5187407128890425062&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8336100834477180964/posts/default/5187407128890425062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8336100834477180964/posts/default/5187407128890425062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ssvirus.blogspot.com/2009/02/sea-2009.html' title='SEA 2009'/><author><name>Tissue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05886340281484841095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xMFGJv_wWXQ/SaViAArHuqI/AAAAAAAAAeM/yhp_jcoyf3I/S220/nails.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8336100834477180964.post-7186592551693934566</id><published>2009-02-11T21:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T21:25:48.542+08:00</updated><title type='text'>interests.</title><content type='html'>since i've not been posting either. here goes. xD&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For some of those out there who dont know me that well yet, you might come around and ask me stuff like, "hey, why aren't you in ELDS?" or "which are you joining ah? interact/leo?" (if you were wondering, i'm joining neither one xD). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and i'd answer "i dunno. since i'm in band and all, no time la". so why am i in band and the editorial board (and everything else that takes up my time)? i would have probably said "hmm, dunno leh?" well. today something hit me. a proper answer to that last question. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;INTEREST.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;why? because i'm interested in those things and want to spend time learning/picking up these other things that they dont teach you in class. =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-win. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8336100834477180964-7186592551693934566?l=ssvirus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ssvirus.blogspot.com/feeds/7186592551693934566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8336100834477180964&amp;postID=7186592551693934566&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8336100834477180964/posts/default/7186592551693934566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8336100834477180964/posts/default/7186592551693934566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ssvirus.blogspot.com/2009/02/interests.html' title='interests.'/><author><name>win</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08529120638345298470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VSOulOEHB38/SjZyVkhZmkI/AAAAAAAAAKA/wva29u4WnNg/S220/13092008(010)-001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8336100834477180964.post-5382847417679665404</id><published>2009-02-11T18:01:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T21:59:32.734+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Best Fest =D (Sorry for the jakunness)</title><content type='html'>Went early in the morning... Still hyper though. Best fest was one of the coolest experiences cause all the schools just play together in a GIGANTOR band of like 200 people. But of course you only get to talk to 2 or 3 of them. This year was in a more familiar school so I was happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got on the bus and sat with Danielle. Venodhah gave us chocolate. =D Everyone super hyper. Then reach. WOO! We took a tour around the school. Briefing. Then went to the rooms. Now we've heard that the saxophones were separated by instrument. :( Cannot sit with Laura- OR SALAH! xD But THANK GOD the tenors shared a room with the barritones. :D Knowing Cheryl the first person she see also is Salah la. You've guessed it. I look for him kow kow during briefing cannot find. xD However he's still the first person I saw in the classroom :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whats so funny is that the guy I sat next to wasn't so bad looking either. Fine, he was hot. xD For the whole day I was still "OMG Salah" though. I still got to talk to the guy I sat next to (Alex) all. I damn syok la, you know. Cause it started of SO quiet and finally he started asking me random questions. Finally he asked me how old I was and when I asked him he said 14. == FORTUNATELY, his height makes up for his age so... Didn't care la xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The classroom was kinda scary cause.. You know Laura, she plays everything perfectly all the time. And so did Salah (Laura was WAY better though) and that left us with all the problems with us (normal) tenors. xD So fine, we WERE pretty bad. But there was one guy from Kampung Baru I think who's tone was REALLY warm and nice sounding. All the dynamics also, he's the only one that ikut. Our tutor thought us new fingerings and stuff. Cool la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then combined! I LOVE the conductress. She SO awesome. Her style so cool la. And Laura says she thinks like me. :) She's jumping everywhere, declaring the arrival of elephants and trapeze acts. So COOL! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lunch break. Guess who sits at the opposite table? Salah. OHEMGEEE. xD I fss la of course. :p (He does NOT look like Zac Efron) == So I didn't eat much, drink water also enough. xD Laura and I later went to the class to find it locked. What do we do? JAM! It started off with me playing Groovy Kind of Love, then she joined in. We then said, CENTURIA! And one by one, Assuntarians came to play. Haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What song do we play at warm up? Salah played VIVA LA VIDA on the barritone. :O And I played Spiderman with Alex since he had the piece. Played till we got stopped la. Got tenor solo some more. So nice. :D Either way two people played it though. xD Then I heard Salah played Pink Panther and Laura and I looked at each other and went.. WHOA... With precise articulation too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Combined practice again, the lights are BLINDING! But it had the same MKIS effect where you don't see the audience. I like, I like. Then must go duduk all.Very ma fan.. But I still get to sit next to Alex so whatever. xD While sitting watching the choir and junior band, Caleb (A trombonist) was kacauing us. Talking crap la. (He F.O.C.) Super funny la. He kept on spraying water to the rythm of the music all. Damn lame! Oh well. Performance KINDA sucked. Well, Portrait of a Clown did of course. But it was all fun. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That was it then. That was it. Laura salam Salah though. Damn it. Should have done that. xD At the classroom where we packed up saw Alex though. He said maybe he'll see me for lunch on Thursday. =D I SOOOO hope I bump into him tomorrow. xD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;heee. i wanna tambaaah. xD i thought it was fun too! percussion got super cool soundproof music room AND awesome instruments! =D i felt like the concert was sucky though. i cannot plaaay. -_-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;My dear, it wasn't sound proof. I was standing outside with Alex and Salah (I know omg) If you didn't realize. We were listening to you. There was one girl that was saja crashing the cymbals. Lol. Maybe half sound proof la.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8336100834477180964-5382847417679665404?l=ssvirus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ssvirus.blogspot.com/feeds/5382847417679665404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8336100834477180964&amp;postID=5382847417679665404&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8336100834477180964/posts/default/5382847417679665404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8336100834477180964/posts/default/5382847417679665404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ssvirus.blogspot.com/2009/02/best-fest-d-sorry-for-jakunness.html' title='Best Fest =D (Sorry for the jakunness)'/><author><name>Tissue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05886340281484841095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xMFGJv_wWXQ/SaViAArHuqI/AAAAAAAAAeM/yhp_jcoyf3I/S220/nails.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8336100834477180964.post-6480335778838001941</id><published>2009-02-09T17:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T18:01:16.457+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thousander apologies</title><content type='html'>Late update indeed. Morning school is kicking my ass. I come home late everyday. So I sleep immediately OR I'm busy for the rest of the day. Which is usually the case. Let's start with the crappiest day of the week then... Wednesday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday was the suckiest day of the YEAR in fact so far. First off- For your information, I've been a good girl lately. :) And I MEAN good. I've been doing most of my work. Not been bringing a phone, not been skipping school OR class anymore, (Unless its after recess- which I don't want to anyway) or bullying any teachers. All of the GREAT deeds which we did last year. Am I proud? Yes, very. It was INDEED hard to kick out all these old habits. It's like- "I don't like this class. I don't want to be here" *ditch* Or "I beg to differ" *Shouts at teacher*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After finding the effort to kill these habits and succeeded. I received a complaint from Sabina. For what? For writing notes in a Science Lab Book. == I'm so pissed off. So I came home, cry bla bla. I'm incompetant and unable to do anything. Cannot be good, cannot talk properly for Impromptu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess what else I have to look forward to? A few of my best friends from church leaving. == How GREAT is that? They left that night to Dubai. Went there pretty hyper. A car ride with Lok is like... WHOA-ed with lameness. How can it not be fun?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We found out on the way back when ALL of us emo. Lol. That family had a great impact on our lives la. Thanks :) But I didn't cry till I got home that night. And there went the night practicing and crying. I was a super cry baby for the whole week in fact. That's sums up a sucky day. Grr...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8336100834477180964-6480335778838001941?l=ssvirus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ssvirus.blogspot.com/feeds/6480335778838001941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8336100834477180964&amp;postID=6480335778838001941&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8336100834477180964/posts/default/6480335778838001941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8336100834477180964/posts/default/6480335778838001941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ssvirus.blogspot.com/2009/02/thousander-apologies.html' title='Thousander apologies'/><author><name>Tissue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05886340281484841095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xMFGJv_wWXQ/SaViAArHuqI/AAAAAAAAAeM/yhp_jcoyf3I/S220/nails.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8336100834477180964.post-2421240960631191134</id><published>2009-02-08T13:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-21T14:12:14.989+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Manda's place!</title><content type='html'>At church that day, Shan and Lyn came. Damn fun la. After church Shan and I started sparing. xD Joshua and Yuan were just watching, he said they thought it was real or something. Until she kicked my face and we both fell on our backs laughing. But he said that they could not believe they were watching two girls fight like real like that. It was apparently a hilarious sight. Whatever la, Joshua. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoo- they were about to go to Genting that afternoon. so I got Joshua to send me to Manda's place. She got open house. =D I went there about 2ish. It was supposed to start at 7. xD But damn fun la, she told me everything I missed out on and I told her.. I think. Lol, my life not that interesting. Then her friend came Kwok Hsien is it? &lt;i&gt;Sorry your names all vey hard to spell.&lt;/i&gt; We were fighting on what movie to watch and UNFORTUNATELY he liked the same chocolate cake I was eyeing. But on the other hand, I wasn't guilty alone. So thank you! Hhaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we got bored of Alvin and the Chipmunks &lt;i&gt;Not Amanda la but the two of us were&lt;/i&gt; we sat down and played a game or two of cards. At first I was losing had to borrow money from Kwok Hsien some more. I went in with 1.60. Then I had 0.20. But eventually, I had 7 bucks! It was kinda because we pakat against Manda la. Lol. At the end of the session I had 8 bucks. =D Damn syok. I had like 6 cans of Shandi, pee so much. Nat came and gambled with us. Haahaha! She damn blonde la. So funny- but we thought her how to play properly all la. I had to lend her money to play after that. Darren and Wen Han came later a bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we ate dinner. The food was &lt;b&gt;AWESOME&lt;/b&gt;! Nyonya, I think... But after eating more gambling! Manda's sister became chong and I lost half of my money, &lt;b&gt;GONNA CRY OKAY&lt;/b&gt;?! Then Wen Han said, like that I also wanna be chong la. I got no money, but never mind. So he began. He LOST his "testing round" without money. He lost the second round. After that, bloody hell he finished my money. I think I still owe everyone money now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wen Han= 2 bucks&lt;br /&gt;Manda= 1 buck&lt;br /&gt;Manda's sister who's name escapes me= 1 buck&lt;br /&gt;Nat= it was reciprocal la. So I hope you tak kira. :)&lt;br /&gt;Kwok Hsien's dept all paid off thank God after winning both of us kow kow lose.&lt;br /&gt;Darren didn't really play I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After everyone left, Wen Han and I stayed later la. We korek more stuff from her. say that&lt;b&gt; WE ARE GONNA KILL CHRISTIAN IF WE EVER SEE HIM. &lt;/b&gt;Then he went back 15 bucks-ish richer. So mengada. Then left Manda and I again. Talked about everything la. Manda! Have open house again, must talk to you some more!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8336100834477180964-2421240960631191134?l=ssvirus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ssvirus.blogspot.com/feeds/2421240960631191134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8336100834477180964&amp;postID=2421240960631191134&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8336100834477180964/posts/default/2421240960631191134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8336100834477180964/posts/default/2421240960631191134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ssvirus.blogspot.com/2009/02/mandas-place.html' title='Manda&apos;s place!'/><author><name>Tissue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05886340281484841095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xMFGJv_wWXQ/SaViAArHuqI/AAAAAAAAAeM/yhp_jcoyf3I/S220/nails.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8336100834477180964.post-4446754838281942148</id><published>2009-01-31T01:57:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-31T02:40:32.891+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Now It Feels like Chinese New Year</title><content type='html'>Yeah man. Went Pyramid with my church people. All highschool la and Aunty Joanne, Aunty Batchie, Prince and Caleb. (Richard and Yuan if you're not counting them in highschool now) It was fun. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bumped into NG WI and her other half N WIN xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SUPPOSED to go skating, but we didn't. Expensive and crowded. So we went to watch a movie. A bad one- Bridal Wars. Better than Four Christmases and Australia. Maybe Australia was better la. Don't know. But yeah. Still was not good. Peter syok sendiri laugh damn loud. And (haha) People should know I never really eat popcorn. But today someone put it in my hands and I finished 3 quarters of the WHOLE thing. &lt;b&gt;*&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to the arcade after the movie. Play for damn long. Esther dance all. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then A&amp;amp;W. Took cab to Aunty Pauline's house. Played with Bon Bon their Shi Tzu. PURE WHITE and FLUFFY! Sooooo cuutteee... So sayang and yes, I actually sayang the dog. It was THAT cute. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Played cards. For the rest of the night. 21 and 3 cards. Shout until my throat was dying.&lt;b&gt;*&lt;/b&gt; Then... the bet was you eat what you choose. I had +15. But Lok gave me chance. 5 oranges + 5 tangerines.&lt;b&gt;*&lt;/b&gt; Now... I'm slowly losing my voice. Tomorrow, I won't have one. That's... That's... :'(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But... Goig Ms. Vicky's house tomorrow =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8336100834477180964-4446754838281942148?l=ssvirus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ssvirus.blogspot.com/feeds/4446754838281942148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8336100834477180964&amp;postID=4446754838281942148&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8336100834477180964/posts/default/4446754838281942148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8336100834477180964/posts/default/4446754838281942148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ssvirus.blogspot.com/2009/01/now-it-feels-like-chinese-new-year.html' title='Now It Feels like Chinese New Year'/><author><name>Tissue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05886340281484841095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xMFGJv_wWXQ/SaViAArHuqI/AAAAAAAAAeM/yhp_jcoyf3I/S220/nails.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8336100834477180964.post-2295866131587099748</id><published>2009-01-31T01:47:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-31T01:57:24.448+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Not swearing at all...</title><content type='html'>My resolution this year was to DO MY BEST to not piss my parents off. However... I've only become rowdier by the moment. and I don't mean I'm VULGAR or I'm RUDE (I hope) but... I just... Am lazy. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The few things I say like shit, ass, sucks and piss off... ANGERS my dad. But let me tell you why I say that, and this is for parents who "happen" to read this too. It's not because of my "temper" or because I've been "influenced" But...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;i&gt;Shit&lt;/i&gt; is a slang for something general. Meaning I don't have to specify. I'm gonna do my shit, He's arranging some shit etc. etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I don't have to THINK much. And it APPREARS like I KNOW what he's doing even if I don't.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;i&gt;Ass&lt;/i&gt; is shorter than BACK (one syllable) SIDE (two syllable)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;i&gt;Piss off &lt;/i&gt;just sounds more... KOW compared to "he makes me angry" (It's longer too) or "it angers me" It's a term of expression man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. &lt;i&gt;Sucks &lt;/i&gt;for the EXACT same reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, even WITH my beliefs, I'm gonna NOT say all STUFFS cause yeah. My daddy marah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8336100834477180964-2295866131587099748?l=ssvirus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ssvirus.blogspot.com/feeds/2295866131587099748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8336100834477180964&amp;postID=2295866131587099748&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8336100834477180964/posts/default/2295866131587099748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8336100834477180964/posts/default/2295866131587099748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ssvirus.blogspot.com/2009/01/not-swearing-at-all.html' title='Not swearing at all...'/><author><name>Tissue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05886340281484841095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xMFGJv_wWXQ/SaViAArHuqI/AAAAAAAAAeM/yhp_jcoyf3I/S220/nails.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8336100834477180964.post-4243400366723258603</id><published>2009-01-31T01:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-31T01:46:05.074+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kamini's place</title><content type='html'>So our sax principle decided to belanja us pizza. =) And cause a whole wreckage at her house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But before that...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clare and Shan came to my house. Went Tropicana, played at the arcade kow kow. Then went to eat at SUBWAY. OMGG... So AWESOME =) Went to buy baju, went to buy earphones-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;YEAH! I would like to buy another pair- so my BRAND NEW earphones are up for sale at 50% discount. I'm selling it for 20 bucks. It was 35. Black colour with a silver line. Never been used. Lol. I can if you want me to test it. xD But for now, NOT BEEN USED!&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okie dokies. Sorry. Yeah. Then we rushed back to our place since Clare's mum was already there. And she sent Shan and I to Mini's place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mini's place was crazy. Went there, jump in her room. They were on this blog when I went in. And later everyone else came la. Laura, Pre and Lynette. Veno was already there. We baked cookies. That were all burnt, but it was fun. In the process, Shannon put Cadbury chocolate into the dough just for the heck of it. And PRAYED no one found out. Unfortunately, Veno's a pro and KILLED her. (Round 1)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we played &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;TW&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;IS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;TE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt; outside. Veno and Mini were &lt;b&gt;TANGLED&lt;/b&gt; up (sorry Kamickey) Veno fell. Mini got cramps. Shannon was just F.O.C. So it was Lynette and I la. They eventually &lt;b&gt;DITCHED&lt;/b&gt; the board and &lt;i&gt;TOLD&lt;/i&gt; us what to do instead. Stupid Shannon was laughing to herself like some horny.. EE YEERRRR... And put us into the &lt;b&gt;WRONGEST&lt;/b&gt; positions. You can imagine la. == Yerr ness... So I killed Shannon. (Round 2)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to eat after that. And I thought (yeah.. I thought Laura something on the piano) how to play the first bit of Canon in D and Moonlight Sonata. Talked for a while. After Shan and Lyn went home, Laura showed them Niga Higa. (Ryan Higa SOOO hot) In turn, I showed them Smosh. Veno showed us The Simpsons voting for Barack Obama. I showed them Charlie the Unicorn and THE ANGRY VIDEO GAME NERD. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talked about band and stuff. And how much change is happening and is GOING to happen- HOPEFULLY for the greater good. But anyhoo, it's an adventure we're al in together. And I'm sure it'll be enjoyable, tough and... Well... SOTOT! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8336100834477180964-4243400366723258603?l=ssvirus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ssvirus.blogspot.com/feeds/4243400366723258603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8336100834477180964&amp;postID=4243400366723258603&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8336100834477180964/posts/default/4243400366723258603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8336100834477180964/posts/default/4243400366723258603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ssvirus.blogspot.com/2009/01/kaminis-place.html' title='Kamini&apos;s place'/><author><name>Tissue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05886340281484841095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xMFGJv_wWXQ/SaViAArHuqI/AAAAAAAAAeM/yhp_jcoyf3I/S220/nails.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8336100834477180964.post-5989835820170896972</id><published>2009-01-29T23:29:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T23:33:29.560+08:00</updated><title type='text'>3a1 thing.</title><content type='html'>hey, whatever that's in the post below not confirmed yet tau. the "person-in-charge" is currently too lazy to discuss it and come up with a conclusion. xD anyway, the link mentioned below might not work? so, &lt;a href="http://www.3a1of09.blogspot.com/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; it is. we're going on a class trip and we need funds. well, if you think its unfair and you dont wanna help its totally fine la. i understand. =) thanks anyway. haha. so yeah, i'll post something up here too when everything's confirmed and there's actually some plan for the fund raising. xD &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;oh, and i'm so sorry i havent been posting too. xD &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-win&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8336100834477180964-5989835820170896972?l=ssvirus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ssvirus.blogspot.com/feeds/5989835820170896972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8336100834477180964&amp;postID=5989835820170896972&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8336100834477180964/posts/default/5989835820170896972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8336100834477180964/posts/default/5989835820170896972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ssvirus.blogspot.com/2009/01/3a1-thing.html' title='3a1 thing.'/><author><name>win</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08529120638345298470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VSOulOEHB38/SjZyVkhZmkI/AAAAAAAAAKA/wva29u4WnNg/S220/13092008(010)-001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8336100834477180964.post-5176894394254779412</id><published>2009-01-28T16:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T16:43:48.403+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Aid 3A1?</title><content type='html'>Yes everyone, I say let's help 3A1 because they have a little mission to accomplish. For more information, proceed to click the title.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you can see, they are in need of little fund raisers. We were thinking of copying a little bit of FBC's fund raisers- EXTREME. What happens is, you (EVERYONE) dares someone (ANYONE) to do something and they do it by getting paid a small sum of money. Get Esther and Mini to wed on stage, Sherwin to be a clown etc. etc. and voila... Money AND fun! I'm sure most of the A1's will be up to it. And Mini and I have agreed to help them. For all those willing to commit to something absurd OR to REQUEST something absurd- please do so on the left with our counterpart, Dandelion. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think this will be fun for everyone, the more the merrier. Thank you for your cooperation. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8336100834477180964-5176894394254779412?l=ssvirus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://3a1of09.blogspot.com' title='Aid 3A1?'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ssvirus.blogspot.com/feeds/5176894394254779412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8336100834477180964&amp;postID=5176894394254779412&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8336100834477180964/posts/default/5176894394254779412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8336100834477180964/posts/default/5176894394254779412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ssvirus.blogspot.com/2009/01/aid-3a1.html' title='Aid 3A1?'/><author><name>Tissue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05886340281484841095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xMFGJv_wWXQ/SaViAArHuqI/AAAAAAAAAeM/yhp_jcoyf3I/S220/nails.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
