<?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-14621163</id><updated>2011-04-22T11:31:49.087+08:00</updated><title type='text'>musings and more musings.</title><subtitle type='html'>just my daily ramblings.it might not interest you or entertain you or amuse you and i'm not saying you have to LIKE my blog.but if you do,then hey,i wont complain.so for those who do like it,well then enjoy.sometimes my life can be pretty boring though.otherwise,it's either silly or stupid or embarassing or funny.and for those of you who don't like it,well then get lost.yeah that's about it.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sillywonkers.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14621163/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sillywonkers.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14621163/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>tasneem</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14199524172621268526</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/_8ahpspS7WUE/SQG-DWMnmPI/AAAAAAAAAnM/fEn8vjaJfQw/S220/DSC05442.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>449</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14621163.post-7358654218958490674</id><published>2007-11-19T22:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-07T16:25:49.037+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Officially moved&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not shutting down this blog cause I think it's stupid to delete the 450-post-blog with all the videos and pictures and my musings for the past 2 years.I'll leave it here so I can always come back and revisit the good ol' days.You can tag still,I'll reply.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Find me if you can! (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14621163-7358654218958490674?l=sillywonkers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sillywonkers.blogspot.com/feeds/7358654218958490674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14621163&amp;postID=7358654218958490674&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14621163/posts/default/7358654218958490674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14621163/posts/default/7358654218958490674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sillywonkers.blogspot.com/2007/11/officially-moved.html' title=''/><author><name>tasneem</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14199524172621268526</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/_8ahpspS7WUE/SQG-DWMnmPI/AAAAAAAAAnM/fEn8vjaJfQw/S220/DSC05442.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14621163.post-3043385808166196091</id><published>2007-11-14T17:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-14T18:02:07.812+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm so bored with Blogger.I want to move to Xanga or Livejournal.Blogger's so &lt;em&gt;blah&lt;/em&gt; and overrated and predictable and did I mention boring?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love Campbell Soup.I don't think I'll ever get sick of eating it.I don't mind eating it everyday for the rest of my life in fact.My favourite flavour's the Cream of Chicken.Do you eat Campbell with rice or just like that?Cause I eat it with rice and I thought everyone else did too.But during OBS,where we had Campbell,we started talking about our favourite flavours and it seemed like I was the only one who eats it with rice.And my favourite parts are the lumpy bits of the soup.It's extroardinarieee(in the French twang Hanis uses).There's nothing like a good bowl of Campbell soup to make you feel better,not that I'm sick or anything.But I'm just saying,you know.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14621163-3043385808166196091?l=sillywonkers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sillywonkers.blogspot.com/feeds/3043385808166196091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14621163&amp;postID=3043385808166196091&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_8ahpspS7WUE/RzRSNkksrxI/AAAAAAAAAnA/gAMd8cJT0wo/s1600-h/100_2332.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_8ahpspS7WUE/RzRSNkksrxI/AAAAAAAAAnA/gAMd8cJT0wo/s320/100_2332.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130816268591214354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_8ahpspS7WUE/RzRQh0ksrsI/AAAAAAAAAmY/TuPfk0qOc6U/s1600-h/100_2335.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_8ahpspS7WUE/RzRQh0ksrsI/AAAAAAAAAmY/TuPfk0qOc6U/s320/100_2335.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130814417460309698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_8ahpspS7WUE/RzRSLkksrtI/AAAAAAAAAmg/SoXsKxHuOG0/s1600-h/100_2336.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_8ahpspS7WUE/RzRSLkksrtI/AAAAAAAAAmg/SoXsKxHuOG0/s320/100_2336.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130816234231475922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_8ahpspS7WUE/RzRSMEksruI/AAAAAAAAAmo/115eRXkHkcA/s1600-h/100_2339.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_8ahpspS7WUE/RzRSMEksruI/AAAAAAAAAmo/115eRXkHkcA/s320/100_2339.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130816242821410530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_8ahpspS7WUE/RzRSMkksrvI/AAAAAAAAAmw/Jw3EGQ7DuWU/s1600-h/100_2342.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_8ahpspS7WUE/RzRSMkksrvI/AAAAAAAAAmw/Jw3EGQ7DuWU/s320/100_2342.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130816251411345138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_8ahpspS7WUE/RzRSNEksrwI/AAAAAAAAAm4/lSfA1ogXvPo/s1600-h/100_2343.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_8ahpspS7WUE/RzRSNEksrwI/AAAAAAAAAm4/lSfA1ogXvPo/s320/100_2343.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130816260001279746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jalan Raya with the old PRPS gang yesterday.As usual, PRPS jalan raya never disappoints.We were always talking and laughing and leaving a trail of havoc wherever we went.It's just so good being with them again.Although there were lesser people this year,(less than 10 compared to our usual of more than 10)I think it was the best out of all the years we've been jalan raya-ing.I think it's cause we missed each other terribly and were just so extremely happy to be with each other again that there was no sense of discomfort or unease among us at all.Right from the start,we fell into our usual ease with one another,the familiar sense of solidarity we always had.And it was a really nice feeling.It was just such a day of immense joy,whether it was walking to the next house,or taking the bus.We just know how to have fun.Literally rolling on the floor laughing(thanks to the idiot Anita),competing to grab Nachos off the plate,watching Hairspray and squealing when Zac Efron came on screen,making stupid hamster jokes,among some of the things we did .I just love jalan raya with my girl gang.It's one of the things I &lt;em&gt;really&lt;/em&gt; look forward to.I know the rest were just as excited as well.Don't get me wrong,I did have fun during the 3/3 jalan raya with my Tk friends, but it's just not the same.I mean,I've only known the girls in 3/3 for 3 years(with the exception of Syam) whereas the PRPS gang,we've got&lt;em&gt; history&lt;/em&gt;.We've known each other for &lt;em&gt;at least&lt;/em&gt; 5 years.The bond's already there.We're so used to each other and so comfortable with one another,it's like we've known each other forever.The last time I saw them was months ago but when we met up yesterday,it's like we were never apart at all,we fell into sync straightaway.These are the people I grew up with,there's &lt;em&gt;no way&lt;/em&gt; in hell I can ever let that slide,forget about them just like that.It just won't happen.I pity those that do not keep in touch with their primary school friends.It's really sad.I don't know why people say that the friends you make in secondary school will be your friends for life.I think it starts in primary school.My primary school friends are my friends for life.When you've been through 6 years together,you can't just forget about them when you move on.Not for me at least.I'm glad for my girl gang.I don't know what I'd do without them.With O's next year,we might probably not get to jalan raya but we'll still go out,as a post-O Level celebration maybe.I know that no matter what happens,we'll always be friends for life.There's comfort in knowing that,especially when I'm having a really bad day or feeling down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't have the rest of the pictures cause Zaf decides (of all times!) that she doesn't want to blog anymore and will send them pictures via email.So I'll have to wait for that.I know patience is a virtue and all that but I didn't say it was one of &lt;em&gt;mine&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14621163-3912770267643801088?l=sillywonkers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sillywonkers.blogspot.com/feeds/3912770267643801088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14621163&amp;postID=3912770267643801088&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14621163/posts/default/3912770267643801088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14621163/posts/default/3912770267643801088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sillywonkers.blogspot.com/2007/11/jalan-raya-with-old-prps-gang-yesterday.html' title=''/><author><name>tasneem</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14199524172621268526</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/_8ahpspS7WUE/SQG-DWMnmPI/AAAAAAAAAnM/fEn8vjaJfQw/S220/DSC05442.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_8ahpspS7WUE/RzRSNkksrxI/AAAAAAAAAnA/gAMd8cJT0wo/s72-c/100_2332.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14621163.post-6216181073318745665</id><published>2007-11-07T19:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-07T20:43:21.381+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_8ahpspS7WUE/RzGs1LqrRRI/AAAAAAAAAlI/o6zGCxzyJNo/s1600-h/DSC00570.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_8ahpspS7WUE/RzGs1LqrRRI/AAAAAAAAAlI/o6zGCxzyJNo/s320/DSC00570.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130071480216536338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;washing the sand off&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_8ahpspS7WUE/RzGs1rqrRSI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/j5NtmsxivEs/s1600-h/DSC00565.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_8ahpspS7WUE/RzGs1rqrRSI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/j5NtmsxivEs/s320/DSC00565.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130071488806470946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;scaring them with a dead crab,you can tell by Cher's face.haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_8ahpspS7WUE/RzGs17qrRTI/AAAAAAAAAlY/nEfuTvXGR8M/s1600-h/ECP-stupiddeadcrab.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_8ahpspS7WUE/RzGs17qrRTI/AAAAAAAAAlY/nEfuTvXGR8M/s320/ECP-stupiddeadcrab.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130071493101438258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the dead crab!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_8ahpspS7WUE/RzGs2LqrRUI/AAAAAAAAAlg/s8IdL33xtQg/s1600-h/ECP-Tas%2526Hannah.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_8ahpspS7WUE/RzGs2LqrRUI/AAAAAAAAAlg/s8IdL33xtQg/s320/ECP-Tas%2526Hannah.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130071497396405570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_8ahpspS7WUE/RzGs2bqrRVI/AAAAAAAAAlo/iOd8Kov6zS4/s1600-h/ECP-MOREPEOPLE.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_8ahpspS7WUE/RzGs2bqrRVI/AAAAAAAAAlo/iOd8Kov6zS4/s320/ECP-MOREPEOPLE.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130071501691372882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Geography Field Studies trip to East Coast Park last Friday.It was a ball of a time.Though not much field study we did,but hell,we did go to the beach!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And school's finally out!I'm so exhilarated I can finally breathe a huge sigh of relief.No more worrying about being busted for not doing my homework,no more cutting the queue in the canteen to buy food,no more having to sit in class and count down the minutes to recess/going home,no more lugging my bag filled with useless books.Well at least not for now.I don't intend to even think about school til I have to go back,which is still a long time for now.And that's good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To celebrate the end of school,Ain,Mega,Sharifah and I went to eat at Seoul Garden,Tampines Mall.I'd never eaten there before and I must say that I like the place.The food's good.There's just nothing better than celebrating post-school with a couple of your good friends,eating and talking and laughing.And prank-calling.That was a hoot,you just gotta have been there.I don't think Sharifah would want me publicising what we did.So I ain't saying no nothing.(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A great end to a great year.And it really has been a good year this year.(This is where I get into my reflective mood so if it's too much for you to handle then say adieu)Granted there were the down moments,and there were quite a few.I got so mad and upset and just didn't really care about anything anymore.But no matter what happened,despite all the shite we went through,we came out stronger.Even OBS made us stonger and better people.I guess we learnt alot of things this year.We learnt to be stronger mentally and physically,we learnt to make new friends,we learnt to change old ways and adopt new ones,we learnt to accept each other more,accommodate each other,we learnt how to be friends and we learnt to have fun.I'd say my Sec 3 year was a really good one.I think I've grown much since last year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still remember vividly last year,we were all afraid to move on,to go into different classes and be apart.But we've done it and we made it,didn't we?And now we're going to be Sec FOUR.Our &lt;em&gt;last&lt;/em&gt; year.I can't believe it's all coming to an end.The silly antics of my Sec 1 self are still fresh in mind and here I am,going to graduate in less than a year.Life is funny that way isn't it?When you start to enjoy yourself,everything's nearly over and you wish you could redo it all over again.So here's to a better year next year as Sec Fours,the best batch ever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So let the party begin folks,school's out!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14621163-6216181073318745665?l=sillywonkers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sillywonkers.blogspot.com/feeds/6216181073318745665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14621163&amp;postID=6216181073318745665&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14621163.post-8948120814416144959</id><published>2007-11-06T16:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-06T17:09:06.732+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ONE more day til school ends.Officially,school &lt;em&gt;has&lt;/em&gt; ended but cause I'm a Sec 3 student who'll be sitting for my O-Levels next year and yadda yadda yadda,I(like many other Sec 3 students I suppose) still have to go back to bloody school to study.Yeah,&lt;em&gt;study&lt;/em&gt;.Seriously,who can study when all we're thinking of is what to do during the holidays,where to go,what movies to watch and not what we should study.I think the school should do everyone a huge favour and just let us out,non?Well it is just one day left,even though I have to stay back for extra Geog class to learn how to read maps.Do I need to learn how to read maps if say,I want to be a zookeeper?I hardly think so.Besides you don't need maps here.Singapore is small enough,you can never get lost.If you do,you're just plain stupid.Although I guess getting lost in a toilet is equally stupid if not stupider but hey let's not go there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So as of now,the pathetic loser that I am,I'm counting down the hours to when I don't have to go back to school anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SPEED 2 on tv tonight.No Keanu Reeves but still good nevertheless.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14621163-8948120814416144959?l=sillywonkers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sillywonkers.blogspot.com/feeds/8948120814416144959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14621163&amp;postID=8948120814416144959&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14621163/posts/default/8948120814416144959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14621163/posts/default/8948120814416144959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sillywonkers.blogspot.com/2007/11/one-more-day-til-school-ends.html' title=''/><author><name>tasneem</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14199524172621268526</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/_8ahpspS7WUE/SQG-DWMnmPI/AAAAAAAAAnM/fEn8vjaJfQw/S220/DSC05442.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14621163.post-8118407350407631794</id><published>2007-11-01T18:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-01T18:41:36.956+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's been so friggin cold this past few days.Why you ask?Cause you see,my class has the studio as homeroom for extended studies(we can't use our usual classrooms cause they're being used for O-Levels).So basically we spend the whole friggin day in the studio except the occasional period where we have to go to the lab or during recess.It's already cold outside cause it's raining and &lt;em&gt;inside&lt;/em&gt; the studio,the aircons are blasting at 17 Degrees.Freezing much?It's been so cold my nose has actually started to peel!And we have the &lt;strong&gt;whole day&lt;/strong&gt; in the studio tomorrow.Well except for last period when we're going to East Coast Park for Geography field studies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speed 1 showing on tv tonight.At least that makes up for the peeling nose(which is gross and hurts).Keanu Reeves.Keanu Reeves.Keanu Reeves.Keanu Reeves ohmygod.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14621163-8118407350407631794?l=sillywonkers.blogspot.com' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8ahpspS7WUE/SQG-DWMnmPI/AAAAAAAAAnM/fEn8vjaJfQw/S220/DSC05442.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14621163.post-3080004524614868009</id><published>2007-10-31T20:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-31T20:52:43.434+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The reality of O-Levels has finally sunk in.I always thought it'd be &lt;em&gt;next time&lt;/em&gt;,not now but next time,a time far from now.But hell,with my seniors,people I know taking them right at this very moment and me taking by Biology and Chemistry SPAs as well as Malay,the reality has finally sunk in.I took the Biology SPA yesterday and Malay today.They were pretty okay though I was fretting so much.I can't even begin to imagine how I'll feel next year when I take the major papers like Math and Bio and Chem.And my O-Levels are in &lt;em&gt;less than a year&lt;/em&gt;.That's bloody freaking fast.But I refuse to panic.Well not now at least.&lt;em&gt;Next time&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14621163-3080004524614868009?l=sillywonkers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sillywonkers.blogspot.com/feeds/3080004524614868009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14621163&amp;postID=3080004524614868009&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14621163/posts/default/3080004524614868009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14621163/posts/default/3080004524614868009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sillywonkers.blogspot.com/2007/10/reality-of-o-levels-has-finally-sunk-in.html' title=''/><author><name>tasneem</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14199524172621268526</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/_8ahpspS7WUE/SQG-DWMnmPI/AAAAAAAAAnM/fEn8vjaJfQw/S220/DSC05442.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14621163.post-5915393424065621511</id><published>2007-10-28T16:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-28T16:34:10.049+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Shayne Ward can not only sing,he can dance.Good Lord,how's a girl not to swoon?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/g8s-P9nFmLs&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/g8s-P9nFmLs&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14621163-5915393424065621511?l=sillywonkers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sillywonkers.blogspot.com/feeds/5915393424065621511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14621163&amp;postID=5915393424065621511&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14621163/posts/default/5915393424065621511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14621163/posts/default/5915393424065621511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sillywonkers.blogspot.com/2007/10/shayne-ward-can-not-only-singhe-can.html' title=''/><author><name>tasneem</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14199524172621268526</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/_8ahpspS7WUE/SQG-DWMnmPI/AAAAAAAAAnM/fEn8vjaJfQw/S220/DSC05442.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14621163.post-2280178149175006022</id><published>2007-10-24T17:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-25T16:49:06.242+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;MONDAY 22ND OCTOBER - Black Eyed Peas Concert.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was totally awesome!The Click 5 did an amazing opening act.Though I think Kyle doesn't sound too good when he sings songs previously sung by Eric.Like when they played Just The Girl and Catch Your Wave,it just sounded different.Eric's voice is really high and Kyle's wasn't.Nevertheless,they were awesome.They went crazy on stage especially Kyle and Ben,jumping around everywhere and they got the crowd to stand up when they played Disco.They played for a full 40 minutes before Black Eyed Peas came on.And BEP played an &lt;em&gt;hour&lt;/em&gt; extra.The concert was supposed to end at 10 but ended at 11 instead.They too were incredible.Fergie was so cute and Will.I.Am was so funny.He said and I quote " I love Singapore,I love how you can't litter,I love how you can't chew gum,I love how you have to smoke in enclosed areas" and so he went on.BEP sang songs from all their albums.Fergie sang her own songs and Will.I.Am sang his single I Got It From My Mama and Apl sang a Filipino song to which the Filipinos in the seats in front of us started dancing to and screaming along.Sheesh,some people.After the performance,Will.I.Am announced that the concert was over and walked off the stage.The stadium lights were all still off and I was kinda surprised.Everyone wondered how it could just end like that,some even started leaving.Others started chanting for an encore and then suddenly we heard the sound of a trumpet.And then the BEP came back on and sang Pump It,which starts out with the sound of the trumpet.And they sang 2 other songs before finally leaving.The concert was worth every 150 bucks I paid.I love the Black Eyed Peas and Click 5 even more now.My arms hurt from waving them around so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TUESDAY 23RD OCTOBER - 3/3 JALAN RAYA&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We didn't have school cause it was Promotion Day.It was a pretty huge group,there were 14 of us.Xiao Qi came along,wearing Syam's baju kurung.She was Bedah bte Abdullah for the day.She actually went to kiss the hands of our moms and they were all shocked.It was hilarious especially when she decided she was hot and took off hte baju kurung and walked around in her shirt and shorts and still went to kiss the hands of the moms.She's so cute,she is.I'd say it was a great day.From camwhoring to crazy cab drivers to spilling food to gossiping on the bus to dying cameras to some people running down the stairs to press for the lift on each floor so that those of us who took the lift would have to stop at &lt;em&gt;every freaking floor&lt;/em&gt;.Some of us left half way through and the whole jalan raya ended at around 10,having visited TWELVE houses.Beat that.Hannah was timekeeper and made sure we spent no more than half an hour at each house so that we could visit as many houses as possible.I still like going to Mdm Azizan's house.She's my favourite teacher in Tk.We met the girls from 3/9 there.Mdm Azizan's house has a really nice view and she had Hersheys Kisses!It was so loud and noisy and havoc,well there were 20 of us.And I was so tired when I got home especially since I only came back at midnight after the concert.I slept like a baby (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Click for photos of jalan raya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/tarsmarsbars/sets/72157602663047918/"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.flickr.com/photos/tarsmarsbars/sets/72157602663047918/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14621163-2280178149175006022?l=sillywonkers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sillywonkers.blogspot.com/feeds/2280178149175006022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14621163&amp;postID=2280178149175006022&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14621163/posts/default/2280178149175006022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14621163/posts/default/2280178149175006022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sillywonkers.blogspot.com/2007/10/monday-22nd-october-black-eyed-peas.html' title=''/><author><name>tasneem</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14199524172621268526</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/_8ahpspS7WUE/SQG-DWMnmPI/AAAAAAAAAnM/fEn8vjaJfQw/S220/DSC05442.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14621163.post-3588173767529273172</id><published>2007-10-16T16:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-16T16:49:22.607+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>One of my absolute favourite songs.It's cool how it can relate to nearly everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/y9SE_exUmvM"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/y9SE_exUmvM" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14621163-3588173767529273172?l=sillywonkers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sillywonkers.blogspot.com/feeds/3588173767529273172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14621163&amp;postID=3588173767529273172&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14621163/posts/default/3588173767529273172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14621163/posts/default/3588173767529273172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sillywonkers.blogspot.com/2007/10/one-of-my-absolute-favourite-songs.html' title=''/><author><name>tasneem</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14199524172621268526</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/_8ahpspS7WUE/SQG-DWMnmPI/AAAAAAAAAnM/fEn8vjaJfQw/S220/DSC05442.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14621163.post-4926397814158281963</id><published>2007-10-15T17:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-15T17:55:09.580+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am at home on the 3rd day of Eid,sitting in front of the computer and blogging.Yesterday on the 2nd day of Eid,I went out with my family to Orchard,where I got a free bottle of shampoo for coloured hair.Go figure.And on the 1st day of Eid,I went to my grandmother's house and two other houses and that was all the raya visiting I did.Now don't get me wrong.I absolutely love Eid.The whole lively atmosphere,being able to eat after fasting for a whole month,visiting relatives and spending the day with the people I love and of course the good food and money but that's a different story.I don't have much family that I'm really close to in Singapore.My family's everywhere,mostly in Malaysia and since Eid doesn't fall during the school holidays like it used to in previous years,I don't get to do much visiting.And I don't know,it makes me pretty sad that I don't celebrate Eid with as much vigour and enthusiasm as I used to.I &lt;em&gt;want&lt;/em&gt; to but I just don't &lt;em&gt;get&lt;/em&gt; to.This year,most of the fasting month was during my exam period so I didn't get to savour that as well and then WHAM,Eid.And it really sucks that we still have to go back to school for at least 3 more weeks by which Eid would be over and I can't go raya-visiting with my friends.And what's sadder is that the spirit of Eid is dying,slowly,whether you accept it or not.Of course there are those that are always psyched about it but everyone's so busy with work and school now.Lesser people are sending out Raya cards,even lesser people are hanging out raya lights.It's just sad when you think about it.I miss the Eid celebrations when I was younger.Then,Eid always fell during the holidays and since most of my family's in Malaysia,naturally that's where my family always went.Eid was really happy and loud and noisy and I loved every minute of it cause my family's really huge and whacky and everyone's just really fun.One Eid,my whole family on my dad's side drove in a convoy from KL to Penang where we all bunked in my grandfather's house,and the abandoned house next door.Another Eid at my great-grandmother's house,my dad set off a firecracker and my cousins and I screamed when it exploded,having never heard one before living in Singapore where sadly firecrackers are banned.The same Eid, at my uncle's house,my cousins and I went up and down the street playing with sparklers in the night and on Eid morning,kids from the neighbouring houses would go to each house for food and money.It was so simple and yet fun.And I miss all of that.And I can't do that anymore now.Maybe we've all grown up or maybe we just don't have the time.I think it's more the latter cause night before Eid my cousins and I played with sparklers but &lt;em&gt;anyway&lt;/em&gt;,I just wish Eid would fall during the holidays again or that we don't have to go to school after Eid.I can't do anything about it but I'll always treasure the really good Eid celebrations of previous years and hope those of the coming years would hopefully come as close.Eid this year,for the one day I celebrated it,was good.I got a fairly good amount of money and well,I did spend the day with the people I love most and I'm still waiting for pictures from Shereen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here's to a joyous Eid to those who are still celebrating.May you have all the fun and joy that I wish I could have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEE9E9" align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Are Best Described By...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFAFA"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatfamousworkofartareyouquiz/reflective.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the Lake, No. 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by Georgia O'Keeffe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogthings.com/whatfamousworkofartareyouquiz/"&gt;What Famous Work of Art Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14621163-4926397814158281963?l=sillywonkers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sillywonkers.blogspot.com/feeds/4926397814158281963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14621163&amp;postID=4926397814158281963&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14621163/posts/default/4926397814158281963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14621163/posts/default/4926397814158281963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sillywonkers.blogspot.com/2007/10/i-am-at-home-on-3rd-day-of-eidsitting.html' title=''/><author><name>tasneem</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14199524172621268526</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/_8ahpspS7WUE/SQG-DWMnmPI/AAAAAAAAAnM/fEn8vjaJfQw/S220/DSC05442.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14621163.post-6371916264148618746</id><published>2007-10-11T20:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-11T20:46:32.219+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.sisterhoodcentral.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.randomhouse.com/teens/sisterhoodcentral/master_a.gif" border=0&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm bored and I think The Sisterhood Of The Traveling Pants is awesome.I've read all four books and watched the first movie and am eagerly awaiting the second one.If you haven't read it,you should.I admit the concept of a pair of pants fitting 4 girls of different shapes and sizes seems loopy but look past that and you'll get a great story of friendship.Or maybe I love it so cause it reminds me of my very own sisterhood,with Zaf,Moo and Hanis.It's awesome seriously,unless you still think the whole pants-fitting-4-girls is silly.All I can say is,your loss dude.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14621163-6371916264148618746?l=sillywonkers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sillywonkers.blogspot.com/feeds/6371916264148618746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14621163&amp;postID=6371916264148618746&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14621163/posts/default/6371916264148618746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14621163/posts/default/6371916264148618746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sillywonkers.blogspot.com/2007/10/im-bored-and-i-think-sisterhood-of.html' title=''/><author><name>tasneem</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14199524172621268526</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/_8ahpspS7WUE/SQG-DWMnmPI/AAAAAAAAAnM/fEn8vjaJfQw/S220/DSC05442.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14621163.post-4550421572280009510</id><published>2007-10-10T17:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-10T17:20:55.353+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Check out this song.Bailamos by Enrique Iglesias,my current earworm.I like songs that are Latin/Spanish-infused.Bailamos would be an example.Tu Amor by RBD is another.I think the infusion makes the song cooler,not to mention sexier.I mean Hips Don't Lie is pretty awesome,non? And tell me Enrique Iglesias isn't sexy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/hzOqrldZS4M"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/hzOqrldZS4M" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_8ahpspS7WUE/RwyVsYWfMLI/AAAAAAAAAlA/P5kk-ViWJEg/s1600-h/enrique.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_8ahpspS7WUE/RwyVsYWfMLI/AAAAAAAAAlA/P5kk-ViWJEg/s320/enrique.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119631466096963762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just tell me he &lt;em&gt;isn't&lt;/em&gt; sexy.(You're not supposed to say he isn't and if you do,I'm gonna beat you up.I swear)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14621163-4550421572280009510?l=sillywonkers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sillywonkers.blogspot.com/feeds/4550421572280009510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14621163&amp;postID=4550421572280009510&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14621163/posts/default/4550421572280009510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14621163/posts/default/4550421572280009510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sillywonkers.blogspot.com/2007/10/check-out-this-song.html' title=''/><author><name>tasneem</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14199524172621268526</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/_8ahpspS7WUE/SQG-DWMnmPI/AAAAAAAAAnM/fEn8vjaJfQw/S220/DSC05442.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_8ahpspS7WUE/RwyVsYWfMLI/AAAAAAAAAlA/P5kk-ViWJEg/s72-c/enrique.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14621163.post-2051317555534216551</id><published>2007-10-06T10:41:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-06T11:04:27.074+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okay so maybe my spur-of-the-moment-decision to cut my hair wasn't all that.I miss my long hair.I can't even braid my hair now.I mean I can but then all this hair bits would stick out.I shall really wait for my hair to grow out this time,&lt;em&gt;patiently&lt;/em&gt;.But I don't actually mind my short hair.At least I don't sweat like a pig as Ain does,good lord.And anyway,change is good,&lt;em&gt;non&lt;/em&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kapoor,Mega,Ellai and I went to Parkway on the last day of school cause Kapoor and I wanted to buy tickets for the BEP concert,which Click 5 is opening for!Now I've got something to look forward to,besides Eid of course.Hanis won't go to the concert,I don't know about Moo and Zaf is still working on her folks.I can't believe Shuyin has passes to meet Click 5.She won some contest and got them darn passes.Damn.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14621163-2051317555534216551?l=sillywonkers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sillywonkers.blogspot.com/feeds/2051317555534216551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14621163&amp;postID=2051317555534216551&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14621163/posts/default/2051317555534216551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14621163/posts/default/2051317555534216551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sillywonkers.blogspot.com/2007/10/okay-so-maybe-my-spur-of-moment.html' title=''/><author><name>tasneem</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14199524172621268526</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/_8ahpspS7WUE/SQG-DWMnmPI/AAAAAAAAAnM/fEn8vjaJfQw/S220/DSC05442.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14621163.post-6885549019179140373</id><published>2007-10-04T12:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-04T12:58:54.147+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>And so the exams are finally O-V-E-R over.My one week break,due to my not sitting for any more papers and the marking days,began yesterday.I went out.I was bored.And so I cut my hair.Again.Previously I wanted to curl it and so I was waiting for it to grow long.But I got tired of waiting and so I decided to just cut my hair anyway.Which just really goes to show you how restless and easily bored I get.Oh but this one week break will definitely not bore me.There are plans to go out tomorrow.And I've got a whole bunch of newly-bought CDs that I haven't yet watched.And I've got the books I just borrowed from the library(yes I'm a geek,I know) and then there's Season 3 and 4 of One Tree Hill to watch online.So I'd say my one week is pretty occupied.Well-deserved break?Oh hell yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess it's kinda good that we start our exams early cause then we finish early as well.When we started studying (albeit last-minute), others were still mucking around.And now when &lt;em&gt;we're&lt;/em&gt; mucking around,they're going through hell.Like Zaf,Moo and Hanis are having their exams right now.As much as I'd love to rub it in their faces that I'M DONE,I shall instead wish them the best of luck.So here's to those still studying and having exams,good luck!While you're at that,I shall go watch tv now.Hmmm what shall I watch? (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have I mentioned post-exams is the absolute bomb?(I'm sorry,I can't help gloating)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14621163-6885549019179140373?l=sillywonkers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sillywonkers.blogspot.com/feeds/6885549019179140373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14621163&amp;postID=6885549019179140373&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14621163/posts/default/6885549019179140373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14621163/posts/default/6885549019179140373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sillywonkers.blogspot.com/2007/10/and-so-exams-are-finally-o-v-e-r-over.html' title=''/><author><name>tasneem</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14199524172621268526</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/_8ahpspS7WUE/SQG-DWMnmPI/AAAAAAAAAnM/fEn8vjaJfQw/S220/DSC05442.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14621163.post-907536840106589099</id><published>2007-09-30T18:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-30T18:48:16.595+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Anyone has any movies to lend me?I want to spend the one week break I have wasting away at home watching movies.Speed especially.I'm in love with Keanu Reeves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So TELL ME if you have any movies.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14621163-907536840106589099?l=sillywonkers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sillywonkers.blogspot.com/feeds/907536840106589099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14621163&amp;postID=907536840106589099&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14621163/posts/default/907536840106589099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14621163/posts/default/907536840106589099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sillywonkers.blogspot.com/2007/09/anyone-has-any-movies-to-lend-mei-want.html' title=''/><author><name>tasneem</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14199524172621268526</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/_8ahpspS7WUE/SQG-DWMnmPI/AAAAAAAAAnM/fEn8vjaJfQw/S220/DSC05442.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14621163.post-3004627742354217715</id><published>2007-09-28T20:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-28T21:00:04.311+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Snapple Real Fact #107&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You burn more calories than you do watching TV&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did ya know that?So I just sleep all day and lose weight? A very good reason to sleep in.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14621163-3004627742354217715?l=sillywonkers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sillywonkers.blogspot.com/feeds/3004627742354217715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14621163&amp;postID=3004627742354217715&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14621163/posts/default/3004627742354217715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14621163/posts/default/3004627742354217715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sillywonkers.blogspot.com/2007/09/snapple-real-fact-107-you-burn-more.html' title=''/><author><name>tasneem</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14199524172621268526</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/_8ahpspS7WUE/SQG-DWMnmPI/AAAAAAAAAnM/fEn8vjaJfQw/S220/DSC05442.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14621163.post-8963172781631605271</id><published>2007-09-23T21:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-23T21:30:24.394+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Shall not amuse the common folk with my daily musings for awhile,not till after I taste the sweet taste of liberation(for those of you slow idiots,til after my exams).So long til then!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14621163-8963172781631605271?l=sillywonkers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sillywonkers.blogspot.com/feeds/8963172781631605271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14621163&amp;postID=8963172781631605271&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14621163/posts/default/8963172781631605271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14621163/posts/default/8963172781631605271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sillywonkers.blogspot.com/2007/09/shall-not-amuse-common-folk-with-my.html' title=''/><author><name>tasneem</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14199524172621268526</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/_8ahpspS7WUE/SQG-DWMnmPI/AAAAAAAAAnM/fEn8vjaJfQw/S220/DSC05442.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14621163.post-6974098881665430842</id><published>2007-09-13T15:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-13T18:02:01.227+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Indonesia got struck by earthquakes yesterday.The magnitudes were so great that even Singapore felt it.People like Yan and Dai Ling actually got to feel it.Call me a sick freak but I've always wanted to feel a tremor.I think it's cool,to feel the ground shaking.Today,first period,Geography class.It was around 7.53 in the morning and I was trying to pay attention to Mrs Khoo when I suddenly felt dizzy.I thought I must have been so tired and sleepy that I was actually swaying,I even thought I might have gone bonkers.Then suddenly the class got so noisy,Mrs Khoo was trying to shut us up and I got annoyed at the commotion when suddenly Dai Ling shouted "Tremors!Tremors!" And that got us all excited.I was pretty disappointed that I didn't feel anything but then I remembered the wave of dizziness I had and brightened up immediately.The class was abuzz with everyone recounting what they felt,some tables were even shaking.I was still feeling dizzy half an hour after the shaking stopped.I figured it was a new earthquake that struck and not a tremor as Dai Ling had screamed cause the fact that we felt it means it was pretty big.I got home and asked my mum and true enough,there &lt;em&gt;was&lt;/em&gt; an earthquake this morning,registering 8.3 on the Richter scale.I didn't experience a tremor,I experienced an &lt;em&gt;earthquake&lt;/em&gt;.WAY awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;French Oral yesterday wasn't that awesome though.I'd like to say it was easy but it wasn't really.But it wasn't I-thought-I-was-going-to-die difficult either.I mean I understood the questions and could more or less say what I wanted to.Out of so many people who were supposed to take the oral,only a few of us showed up.The teachers were literally begging for students to test,according to Zaf and Moo since I arrived later.(So maybe they'll give us marks for actually showing up!)Originally my test time was at 5.10 but I took it at 4 instead what with nobody around.And afterward,Zaf,Moo,Syaf and I went to eat at the hawker centre in J8.They got a shock at what a picky eater I am.Syaf actually choked on her chendol(which I can't stand).They were talking about food and I didn't know/like nearly everything they talked about,nasi rawan,nasi amber,air kathira and what-have-you.If you don't already know,I'm probaly one of the pickiest eaters around.I'm part Indian but I cannot stand Indian food,especially thosai,I'll throw up.I don't exactly like Malay food either.And when I go to Macs,I order a cheeseburger and use the pickle to scrape out the onions(which I don't ever eat unless they're mashed up and I can't see it all)I don't eat ice kacang or cup corn or eclairs and I don't even like Milo(much to Hannah's chagrin)and well it's a pretty long list but it's not like I'm starving or anything,I mean I'm still alive aren't I?Syaf insists that I'm being deprived of good food.I beg to differ.I hardly think I'm being deprived at all.I mean there's pasta and nachos and pizza and lasagne and of course there's chocolates. &lt;em&gt;That's&lt;/em&gt; what you call good food!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I would fall asleep&lt;br /&gt;Only in hopes of dreaming&lt;br /&gt;That everything would be like it was before&lt;br /&gt;But nights like this it seems are slowly fleeting&lt;br /&gt;They disappear as reality is crashing to the floor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all this time&lt;br /&gt;I never thought we'd be here&lt;br /&gt;Never thought we'd be here&lt;br /&gt;When my love for you was blind&lt;br /&gt;But I couldn't make you see it&lt;br /&gt;Couldn't make you see it&lt;br /&gt;That I loved you more than you'll ever know&lt;br /&gt;A part of me died when I let you go&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lifehouse is good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14621163-6974098881665430842?l=sillywonkers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sillywonkers.blogspot.com/feeds/6974098881665430842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14621163&amp;postID=6974098881665430842&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14621163/posts/default/6974098881665430842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14621163/posts/default/6974098881665430842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sillywonkers.blogspot.com/2007/09/indonesia-got-struck-by-earthquakes.html' title=''/><author><name>tasneem</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14199524172621268526</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/_8ahpspS7WUE/SQG-DWMnmPI/AAAAAAAAAnM/fEn8vjaJfQw/S220/DSC05442.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14621163.post-4983497643527512568</id><published>2007-09-11T18:23:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-11T18:48:24.191+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm probably going to get sick again.It's that time of the year where people start doing their burning and the smoke and ash irritate my nose so.Every morning I start sneezing like an idiot and my nose will start running and it all adds up to Tasneem not feeling very good.See I'm allergic to dust.I took an allergy test 5 years ago before an operation and found out I'm allergic to dust,cats,dogs,COCKROACHES(even more the reason to hate those small scary black things).My allergy reaction isn't so bad where I puff up like J Lo in Monster-In-Law after she accidentally ate peanuts.When I come in contact with dust,like when my dad made my clean up my room last Saturday,I start sneezing,like an idiot(I swear I can sneeeze 10 times in a row) and then my eyes will get all watery and well,it isn't a pretty sight.And the part that sucks is it'll last the whole day and drag on til the next.My nose, after it gets runny,it'll get stuffed up.Once I had a blocked nose and we were having Biology practical in the lab.We were supposed to heat something for an experiment and I already did and had gone on to the next experiment.Suddenly Mr Peh came around,alarmed cause someone's bunsen burner wasn't switched off and the poisonous gas was diffusing everywhere.And I was going "Which idiot wants us all killed?" and then Mr Peh came to my table and &lt;em&gt;I&lt;/em&gt; was the idiot who hadnt turned the bunsen burner off!It had been left on for more than 5 minutes at least and I &lt;em&gt;swear&lt;/em&gt; I couldn't smell a thing.Who knew something stupid and trivial like a blocked nose could be so fatal eh?I can just see the headlines, &lt;strong&gt;SCHOOL GIRLS DIE IN LAB FIRE DUE TO BUNSEN BURNER LEFT ON BY GIRL WHO COULDN'T SMELL TOXIC GAS&lt;/strong&gt;. Now &lt;em&gt;that's&lt;/em&gt; a headline.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14621163-4983497643527512568?l=sillywonkers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sillywonkers.blogspot.com/feeds/4983497643527512568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14621163&amp;postID=4983497643527512568&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14621163/posts/default/4983497643527512568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14621163/posts/default/4983497643527512568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sillywonkers.blogspot.com/2007/09/im-probably-going-to-get-sick-again.html' title=''/><author><name>tasneem</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14199524172621268526</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/_8ahpspS7WUE/SQG-DWMnmPI/AAAAAAAAAnM/fEn8vjaJfQw/S220/DSC05442.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14621163.post-1921438453189463606</id><published>2007-09-05T17:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-05T17:51:22.950+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Went out with Meg and Sharifah Nabilah just now.Sharifah woke up late and so Meg and I went to the National Library first.Being the geeks we are,we went crazy at the millions of books there.We're suckers for thrashy romance novels(go ahead,laugh) and believe me,there were plenty there.It was a pretty laid-back day.We mostly talked.Had lunch at Banquet and talked.Went to Starbucks and talked.I swear caffeine &lt;em&gt;does not&lt;/em&gt; have any effect on me.I have no trouble sleeping after drinking coffee,not that I make a habit of it.I can't stand coffee and the only type I drink is that from Coffee Bean or Starbucks.And when I do drink,I don't get affected.Like Meg only ordered an Oreo cheesecake,no coffee for her cause she says she wouldn't be able to sleep at night.I think caffeine works the reverse way with me.I'm feeling &lt;em&gt;really&lt;/em&gt; sleepy right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love talking.Especially with my closest friends,sitting in a cafe or restaurant.It's really therapeutic.Or maybe it's just a girl thing.We can talk about anything and everything,school,life,our dreams and goals,fears and secrets.It's a really great way to bond and I think the best part about talking with your closest friends is that no matter what you say or do,they won't judge you.It's good.Yay girl power.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14621163-1921438453189463606?l=sillywonkers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sillywonkers.blogspot.com/feeds/1921438453189463606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14621163&amp;postID=1921438453189463606&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14621163/posts/default/1921438453189463606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14621163/posts/default/1921438453189463606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sillywonkers.blogspot.com/2007/09/went-out-with-meg-and-sharifah-nabilah.html' title=''/><author><name>tasneem</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14199524172621268526</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/_8ahpspS7WUE/SQG-DWMnmPI/AAAAAAAAAnM/fEn8vjaJfQw/S220/DSC05442.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14621163.post-3295897453451908682</id><published>2007-08-31T17:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-31T18:04:48.680+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Teachers Day as usual is always a blast.The celebrations in Tkg were good.Ili was so funny in her skit and the girls who sang the song from Sound Of Music were really cute.The girls from 3/2 wore uniforms from different schools and I thought that was just rad.And sadistic Mega killed a freaking cockroach.We were in the canteen and I was talking to Sakina on the phone and I saw the cockroach and naturally started screaming.Mega was standing next to it and just stepped on it,actually put her big foot down on it and the roach's guts spilled out,white blood and all.Good god it was freaky.Then we went to Burger King Parkway to eat before going back to Munchy Donuts to get the goods(as Hanis puts it) and &lt;EM&gt;then&lt;/EM&gt; went to PRPS.Not many people went back,compared to last year which was kinda sad but the usual girl gang was there,minus a few people.And as per usual,we had a freaking fabulouso time.Cikgu insists that I changed alot,just cause I was wearing my class tee and the newsboy cap the besties gave me.I happened to be wearing cause it was "Be Yourself" Day in school.But Cikgu's just Cikgu and that's why even though she wouldn't sneak us into the hall to watch the concert or wears green eyeshadow with blue contacts or wouldn't let us join her Primary 1 class,we love her to &lt;EM&gt;bits&lt;/EM&gt;.She'll always be my favourite teacher in the whole world.And shit I miss primary school mucho.Seeing Anita and Siti and Syaf and Raudhah and even Raflee and Ian and Qayyum and all the people we used to "hate" or "fight" with.I miss those stupid days.Well pictures galore,as they say,a picture paints a thousand words though they cannot desribe what we were feeling.                                                      &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;A href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_8ahpspS7WUE/RtfhStujw1I/AAAAAAAAAjQ/YYIN1mNMA9k/s1600-h/100_2083.JPG"&gt;&lt;IMG id=BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104796414276518738 style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_8ahpspS7WUE/RtfhStujw1I/AAAAAAAAAjQ/YYIN1mNMA9k/s320/100_2083.JPG" border=0&gt;&lt;/A&gt; 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PRPS&amp;lt;3 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;A href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_8ahpspS7WUE/Rtfff9ujwwI/AAAAAAAAAio/mh3ru8Awijw/s1600-h/100_2159.JPG"&gt;&lt;IMG id=BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104794442886529794 style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_8ahpspS7WUE/Rtfff9ujwwI/AAAAAAAAAio/mh3ru8Awijw/s320/100_2159.JPG" border=0&gt;&lt;/A&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;A href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_8ahpspS7WUE/RtffgNujwxI/AAAAAAAAAiw/yK7lvh-fhpo/s1600-h/100_2158.JPG"&gt;&lt;IMG id=BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104794447181497106 style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_8ahpspS7WUE/RtffgNujwxI/AAAAAAAAAiw/yK7lvh-fhpo/s320/100_2158.JPG" border=0&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14621163-3295897453451908682?l=sillywonkers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sillywonkers.blogspot.com/feeds/3295897453451908682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14621163&amp;postID=3295897453451908682&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14621163/posts/default/3295897453451908682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14621163/posts/default/3295897453451908682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sillywonkers.blogspot.com/2007/08/teachers-day-as-usual-is-always-blast.html' title=''/><author><name>tasneem</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14199524172621268526</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/_8ahpspS7WUE/SQG-DWMnmPI/AAAAAAAAAnM/fEn8vjaJfQw/S220/DSC05442.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_8ahpspS7WUE/RtfhStujw1I/AAAAAAAAAjQ/YYIN1mNMA9k/s72-c/100_2083.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14621163.post-8367660093472650996</id><published>2007-08-30T17:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-30T17:58:49.025+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I found these pictures while sorting out my folders.Pretty random.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_8ahpspS7WUE/RtaTbtujwpI/AAAAAAAAAhw/R4HgP65adpQ/s1600-h/SP_A0381.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_8ahpspS7WUE/RtaTbtujwpI/AAAAAAAAAhw/R4HgP65adpQ/s320/SP_A0381.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104429332011664018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_8ahpspS7WUE/RtaQRNujwfI/AAAAAAAAAgg/NKIRrf-QCg0/s1600-h/SP_A0161.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_8ahpspS7WUE/RtaQRNujwfI/AAAAAAAAAgg/NKIRrf-QCg0/s320/SP_A0161.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104425853088154098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_8ahpspS7WUE/RtaTb9ujwqI/AAAAAAAAAh4/BY-MOkRNc7g/s1600-h/SP_A0421.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_8ahpspS7WUE/RtaTb9ujwqI/AAAAAAAAAh4/BY-MOkRNc7g/s320/SP_A0421.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104429336306631330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yasmeen,Shereen and I,on a crazy day,trying out silly outfits in a &lt;em&gt;really small &lt;/em&gt;fitting room&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_8ahpspS7WUE/RtaTb9ujwrI/AAAAAAAAAiA/HHo1kIs2yEw/s1600-h/%C2%A9photo-3821.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_8ahpspS7WUE/RtaTb9ujwrI/AAAAAAAAAiA/HHo1kIs2yEw/s320/%C2%A9photo-3821.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104429336306631346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_8ahpspS7WUE/RtaTcNujwsI/AAAAAAAAAiI/nzIdGXrnq-Q/s1600-h/%C2%A9photo-3835.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_8ahpspS7WUE/RtaTcNujwsI/AAAAAAAAAiI/nzIdGXrnq-Q/s320/%C2%A9photo-3835.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104429340601598658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_8ahpspS7WUE/RtaT_dujwuI/AAAAAAAAAiY/6UpA17Warao/s1600-h/SP_A0617.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_8ahpspS7WUE/RtaT_dujwuI/AAAAAAAAAiY/6UpA17Warao/s320/SP_A0617.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104429946191987426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_8ahpspS7WUE/RtaT_9ujwvI/AAAAAAAAAig/774krpNNc5w/s1600-h/SP_A0618.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_8ahpspS7WUE/RtaT_9ujwvI/AAAAAAAAAig/774krpNNc5w/s320/SP_A0618.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104429954781922034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_8ahpspS7WUE/RtaTcNujwtI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/-XAmNlQvZxM/s1600-h/%C2%A9photo-3844.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_8ahpspS7WUE/RtaTcNujwtI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/-XAmNlQvZxM/s320/%C2%A9photo-3844.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104429340601598674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parveen's wedding on New Year's this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_8ahpspS7WUE/RtaSW9ujwkI/AAAAAAAAAhI/QhlAqB0JOaA/s1600-h/SP_A0352.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_8ahpspS7WUE/RtaSW9ujwkI/AAAAAAAAAhI/QhlAqB0JOaA/s320/SP_A0352.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104428150895657538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_8ahpspS7WUE/RtaSW9ujwlI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/Fsglr6fuVMc/s1600-h/SP_A0353.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_8ahpspS7WUE/RtaSW9ujwlI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/Fsglr6fuVMc/s320/SP_A0353.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104428150895657554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_8ahpspS7WUE/RtaSXNujwmI/AAAAAAAAAhY/bF6XNae5l6w/s1600-h/SP_A0358.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_8ahpspS7WUE/RtaSXNujwmI/AAAAAAAAAhY/bF6XNae5l6w/s320/SP_A0358.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104428155190624866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_8ahpspS7WUE/RtaSXNujwnI/AAAAAAAAAhg/X8KxA8b96sk/s1600-h/SP_A0360.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_8ahpspS7WUE/RtaSXNujwnI/AAAAAAAAAhg/X8KxA8b96sk/s320/SP_A0360.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104428155190624882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_8ahpspS7WUE/RtaSXdujwoI/AAAAAAAAAho/42f3PZznSvM/s1600-h/SP_A0361.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_8ahpspS7WUE/RtaSXdujwoI/AAAAAAAAAho/42f3PZznSvM/s320/SP_A0361.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104428159485592194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Promoting the Drama Elective Program at the school Open House last year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_8ahpspS7WUE/RtaQRdujwgI/AAAAAAAAAgo/x7Kl3XGhBlc/s1600-h/SP_A0184.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_8ahpspS7WUE/RtaQRdujwgI/AAAAAAAAAgo/x7Kl3XGhBlc/s320/SP_A0184.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104425857383121410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our crazy get-ups.Deannie and Faith were warriors.Vada and I were princesses.Go figure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_8ahpspS7WUE/RtaQRdujwhI/AAAAAAAAAgw/BKaU91RGunc/s1600-h/SP_A0191.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_8ahpspS7WUE/RtaQRdujwhI/AAAAAAAAAgw/BKaU91RGunc/s320/SP_A0191.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104425857383121426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The brudder and I (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_8ahpspS7WUE/RtaQRtujwiI/AAAAAAAAAg4/Lxjh_d2Xkuk/s1600-h/SP_A0193.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_8ahpspS7WUE/RtaQRtujwiI/AAAAAAAAAg4/Lxjh_d2Xkuk/s320/SP_A0193.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104425861678088738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_8ahpspS7WUE/RtaQRtujwjI/AAAAAAAAAhA/YMacvArwHHk/s1600-h/SP_A0194.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_8ahpspS7WUE/RtaQRtujwjI/AAAAAAAAAhA/YMacvArwHHk/s320/SP_A0194.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104425861678088754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14621163-8367660093472650996?l=sillywonkers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sillywonkers.blogspot.com/feeds/8367660093472650996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14621163&amp;postID=8367660093472650996&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14621163/posts/default/8367660093472650996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14621163/posts/default/8367660093472650996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sillywonkers.blogspot.com/2007/08/i-found-these-pictures-while-sorting.html' title=''/><author><name>tasneem</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14199524172621268526</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/_8ahpspS7WUE/SQG-DWMnmPI/AAAAAAAAAnM/fEn8vjaJfQw/S220/DSC05442.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_8ahpspS7WUE/RtaTbtujwpI/AAAAAAAAAhw/R4HgP65adpQ/s72-c/SP_A0381.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14621163.post-1015566970768598945</id><published>2007-08-30T17:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-30T17:31:13.157+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Malay class was pretty fun today.We didn't study cause we sorta planned a surprise for Cikgu in lieu of Teachers' Day tomorrow.We all gathered at the stairs outside the malay room,Hannah squatting and carrying the cake while Sal,Farah and Elenna went to tell Cikgu that Hannah broke her leg and asked him to come out.Then we shouted Happy Teachers Day and went into class to eat the cake which was actually pretty good actually,thanks Hannah!Though I still think white chocolate would have been better. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_8ahpspS7WUE/RtaL_9ujwdI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/2l4E_JvzxYA/s1600-h/100_2035.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_8ahpspS7WUE/RtaL_9ujwdI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/2l4E_JvzxYA/s320/100_2035.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104421158688899538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_8ahpspS7WUE/RtaMAdujweI/AAAAAAAAAgY/-SlJ1iAVLsQ/s1600-h/100_2036.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_8ahpspS7WUE/RtaMAdujweI/AAAAAAAAAgY/-SlJ1iAVLsQ/s320/100_2036.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104421167278834146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14621163-1015566970768598945?l=sillywonkers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sillywonkers.blogspot.com/feeds/1015566970768598945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14621163&amp;postID=1015566970768598945&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14621163/posts/default/1015566970768598945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14621163/posts/default/1015566970768598945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sillywonkers.blogspot.com/2007/08/malay-class-was-pretty-fun-today.html' title=''/><author><name>tasneem</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14199524172621268526</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/_8ahpspS7WUE/SQG-DWMnmPI/AAAAAAAAAnM/fEn8vjaJfQw/S220/DSC05442.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_8ahpspS7WUE/RtaL_9ujwdI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/2l4E_JvzxYA/s72-c/100_2035.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14621163.post-1244301366180648164</id><published>2007-08-25T17:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-25T18:14:05.282+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I have officially undertaken the responsibility of buying a 12-pack box of donuts(or doughnuts,how is it spelt anyway?) to bring to PRPS on Teachers Day coming Friday for the besties cause we're all suckers for really good donuts(?!) and unlike me,they're deprived of Munchy's Donuts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few of us came up with what to wear for Be Yourself Day Part Deux on Friday.It's gonna be rad.I ain't sayin anything,just watch out for a bunch of whacked-up dudettes. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think Nani has got a real beautiful way with words.The post on her blog,was beautiful,a little sad,a little funny,really got us stumped and thinking.Truly amazing.I miss everything too.It's weird how everything changed so fast without us realizing.Nani,we'll make it work okay? (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like this picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_8ahpspS7WUE/Rs__mdujwcI/AAAAAAAAAgI/1YXlkNvWUsU/s1600-h/IMG_0902.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_8ahpspS7WUE/Rs__mdujwcI/AAAAAAAAAgI/1YXlkNvWUsU/s320/IMG_0902.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102577939114082754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are like chilli padis !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14621163-1244301366180648164?l=sillywonkers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sillywonkers.blogspot.com/feeds/1244301366180648164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14621163&amp;postID=1244301366180648164&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14621163/posts/default/1244301366180648164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14621163/posts/default/1244301366180648164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sillywonkers.blogspot.com/2007/08/i-have-officially-undertaken.html' title=''/><author><name>tasneem</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14199524172621268526</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/_8ahpspS7WUE/SQG-DWMnmPI/AAAAAAAAAnM/fEn8vjaJfQw/S220/DSC05442.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_8ahpspS7WUE/Rs__mdujwcI/AAAAAAAAAgI/1YXlkNvWUsU/s72-c/IMG_0902.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14621163.post-8256769663484907559</id><published>2007-08-23T18:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-23T18:49:40.472+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okay here are the long overdue pictures.You can &lt;strong&gt;stop&lt;/strong&gt; bugging me Sha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cross Country was,well I shall just say the day went &lt;em&gt;fine&lt;/em&gt;.I was pretty excited,what with Zany and all.But I don't know,I felt kinda disappointed that it didn't turn out as fun as I expected it to be.I mean don't get me wrong,zany was fun.WE ROCKED BALLS DIDN'T WE DUDETTES? (: And Meg and I had fun running.I guess the heavy rain after the whole event kinda dampened the mood.A few of us, mainly me,Sha,Par,Meg,Hannnah-nah and Sal planned to cycle/rollerblade.But the damn rain had to fall and ruin all our plans.So in the end,Par,Sha,Meg and I walked all the way to Macs.It was pouring,literally POURING.We were really cold and really wet and really hungry.Par started singing at the top of her lungs(maybe that's why it rained so hard!) and we all joined in.Nikki joined us later on when we stopped for shelter awhile half way through.We thought we'd never reach.God knew how long we walked.We sort of forgot about Hannah but she bladed to Macs and met us there.And we stayed there for 3 hours or so I think,just chilling(literally) and talking and gossiping and bitching.It's ironic,the most fun part about Cross Country was what happened &lt;em&gt;after&lt;/em&gt;,non?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_8ahpspS7WUE/Rs1jV9ujwOI/AAAAAAAAAeY/8fu5fMl1DZ4/s1600-h/100_2019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_8ahpspS7WUE/Rs1jV9ujwOI/AAAAAAAAAeY/8fu5fMl1DZ4/s320/100_2019.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101843181878886626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_8ahpspS7WUE/Rs1jWtujwPI/AAAAAAAAAeg/09sCcgOsK1o/s1600-h/100_2020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_8ahpspS7WUE/Rs1jWtujwPI/AAAAAAAAAeg/09sCcgOsK1o/s320/100_2020.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101843194763788530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_8ahpspS7WUE/Rs1jXtujwQI/AAAAAAAAAeo/z5xHjFsNsOE/s1600-h/100_2023.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_8ahpspS7WUE/Rs1jXtujwQI/AAAAAAAAAeo/z5xHjFsNsOE/s320/100_2023.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101843211943657730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_8ahpspS7WUE/Rs1jX9ujwRI/AAAAAAAAAew/S_aPxG0jGtk/s1600-h/100_2024.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; 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cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_8ahpspS7WUE/Rs1kstujwXI/AAAAAAAAAfg/ypGXl8tNdg0/s320/100_2030.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101844672232538482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_8ahpspS7WUE/Rs1litujwYI/AAAAAAAAAfo/YfipoNNKNd4/s1600-h/100_2031.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_8ahpspS7WUE/Rs1litujwYI/AAAAAAAAAfo/YfipoNNKNd4/s320/100_2031.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101845599945474434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_8ahpspS7WUE/Rs1li9ujwZI/AAAAAAAAAfw/3ZsWdxcHFw0/s1600-h/100_2032.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_8ahpspS7WUE/Rs1li9ujwZI/AAAAAAAAAfw/3ZsWdxcHFw0/s320/100_2032.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101845604240441746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_8ahpspS7WUE/Rs1ljtujwaI/AAAAAAAAAf4/GSEGCoWexdw/s1600-h/100_2034.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_8ahpspS7WUE/Rs1ljtujwaI/AAAAAAAAAf4/GSEGCoWexdw/s320/100_2034.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101845617125343650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14621163-8256769663484907559?l=sillywonkers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sillywonkers.blogspot.com/feeds/8256769663484907559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14621163&amp;postID=8256769663484907559&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14621163/posts/default/8256769663484907559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14621163/posts/default/8256769663484907559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sillywonkers.blogspot.com/2007/08/okay-here-are-long-overdue-pictures.html' title=''/><author><name>tasneem</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14199524172621268526</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/_8ahpspS7WUE/SQG-DWMnmPI/AAAAAAAAAnM/fEn8vjaJfQw/S220/DSC05442.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_8ahpspS7WUE/Rs1jV9ujwOI/AAAAAAAAAeY/8fu5fMl1DZ4/s72-c/100_2019.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14621163.post-7856698509158972544</id><published>2007-08-19T17:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-19T17:38:23.162+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Cross Country yesterday.Shall blog about it when I've uploaded the pictures.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14621163-7856698509158972544?l=sillywonkers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sillywonkers.blogspot.com/feeds/7856698509158972544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14621163&amp;postID=7856698509158972544&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14621163/posts/default/7856698509158972544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14621163/posts/default/7856698509158972544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sillywonkers.blogspot.com/2007/08/cross-country-yesterday.html' title=''/><author><name>tasneem</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14199524172621268526</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/_8ahpspS7WUE/SQG-DWMnmPI/AAAAAAAAAnM/fEn8vjaJfQw/S220/DSC05442.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14621163.post-1212156480710001681</id><published>2007-08-14T16:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-14T16:50:09.745+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Photos from Carnival Day/National Day celebrations and Sing Singapore courtesy of Par and Zaf respectively.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_8ahpspS7WUE/RsFquimEKRI/AAAAAAAAAd4/L1YOhPeC9S0/s1600-h/3-3(ethnic).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_8ahpspS7WUE/RsFquimEKRI/AAAAAAAAAd4/L1YOhPeC9S0/s320/3-3(ethnic).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098473600953100562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_8ahpspS7WUE/RsFquymEKSI/AAAAAAAAAeA/_3su8yeKjOo/s1600-h/3-3-Alldressedup!.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_8ahpspS7WUE/RsFquymEKSI/AAAAAAAAAeA/_3su8yeKjOo/s320/3-3-Alldressedup!.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098473605248067874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All dolled up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_8ahpspS7WUE/RsFquymEKTI/AAAAAAAAAeI/b3I8vCuWYc8/s1600-h/Tas,Yan,Sha.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_8ahpspS7WUE/RsFquymEKTI/AAAAAAAAAeI/b3I8vCuWYc8/s320/Tas,Yan,Sha.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098473605248067890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_8ahpspS7WUE/RsFqvCmEKUI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/kxZ-x56BGYo/s1600-h/Hannah(lelong-ing).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_8ahpspS7WUE/RsFqvCmEKUI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/kxZ-x56BGYo/s320/Hannah(lelong-ing).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098473609543035202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things got pretty desperate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_8ahpspS7WUE/RsFpuymEKGI/AAAAAAAAAcg/iwjFptBniJw/s1600-h/1_422986666l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_8ahpspS7WUE/RsFpuymEKGI/AAAAAAAAAcg/iwjFptBniJw/s320/1_422986666l.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098472505736439906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Classic toilet pose&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_8ahpspS7WUE/RsFpvCmEKHI/AAAAAAAAAco/AHeRWjGqywo/s1600-h/DSC01016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_8ahpspS7WUE/RsFpvCmEKHI/AAAAAAAAAco/AHeRWjGqywo/s320/DSC01016.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098472510031407218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_8ahpspS7WUE/RsFpvSmEKII/AAAAAAAAAcw/uK8Qwi0dTh4/s1600-h/DSC01023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_8ahpspS7WUE/RsFpvSmEKII/AAAAAAAAAcw/uK8Qwi0dTh4/s320/DSC01023.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098472514326374530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_8ahpspS7WUE/RsFpvSmEKJI/AAAAAAAAAc4/XxkCcrSSbdA/s1600-h/DSC01024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_8ahpspS7WUE/RsFpvSmEKJI/AAAAAAAAAc4/XxkCcrSSbdA/s320/DSC01024.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098472514326374546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_8ahpspS7WUE/RsFpvimEKKI/AAAAAAAAAdA/W0dFw4ZJMJA/s1600-h/DSC01028.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_8ahpspS7WUE/RsFpvimEKKI/AAAAAAAAAdA/W0dFw4ZJMJA/s320/DSC01028.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098472518621341858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_8ahpspS7WUE/RsFquimEKQI/AAAAAAAAAdw/3wWOXlecLBQ/s1600-h/DSC01055.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_8ahpspS7WUE/RsFquimEKQI/AAAAAAAAAdw/3wWOXlecLBQ/s320/DSC01055.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098473600953100546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_8ahpspS7WUE/RsFqLimEKLI/AAAAAAAAAdI/aJNiLHoSgeg/s1600-h/DSC01029.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_8ahpspS7WUE/RsFqLimEKLI/AAAAAAAAAdI/aJNiLHoSgeg/s320/DSC01029.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098472999657679026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The idiots&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_8ahpspS7WUE/RsFqLimEKMI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/L1f2ZaV9VDU/s1600-h/DSC01030.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_8ahpspS7WUE/RsFqLimEKMI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/L1f2ZaV9VDU/s320/DSC01030.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098472999657679042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cool people (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_8ahpspS7WUE/RsFqLimEKNI/AAAAAAAAAdY/TkgpBLtwbmU/s1600-h/DSC01049.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_8ahpspS7WUE/RsFqLimEKNI/AAAAAAAAAdY/TkgpBLtwbmU/s320/DSC01049.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098472999657679058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The besties!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_8ahpspS7WUE/RsFqLymEKOI/AAAAAAAAAdg/bWujpp2aMlo/s1600-h/DSC01051.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_8ahpspS7WUE/RsFqLymEKOI/AAAAAAAAAdg/bWujpp2aMlo/s320/DSC01051.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098473003952646370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_8ahpspS7WUE/RsFqLymEKPI/AAAAAAAAAdo/NdQeR6cYEDI/s1600-h/DSC01057.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_8ahpspS7WUE/RsFqLymEKPI/AAAAAAAAAdo/NdQeR6cYEDI/s320/DSC01057.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098473003952646386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not even half of our old girl gang&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14621163-1212156480710001681?l=sillywonkers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sillywonkers.blogspot.com/feeds/1212156480710001681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14621163&amp;postID=1212156480710001681&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14621163/posts/default/1212156480710001681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14621163/posts/default/1212156480710001681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sillywonkers.blogspot.com/2007/08/photos-from-carnival-daynational-day.html' title=''/><author><name>tasneem</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14199524172621268526</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/_8ahpspS7WUE/SQG-DWMnmPI/AAAAAAAAAnM/fEn8vjaJfQw/S220/DSC05442.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_8ahpspS7WUE/RsFquimEKRI/AAAAAAAAAd4/L1YOhPeC9S0/s72-c/3-3(ethnic).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14621163.post-6637655257704104061</id><published>2007-08-08T14:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-08T15:37:37.512+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sing Singapore ROCKED BALLS.Zaf,Moo and Hanis were late,as usual(: We sneaked into the hall.Security sucked,not that I'm complaining or anything.Soleha,Aishah and Fadhil were there as well.We screamed when we saw each other,well except Fadhil.The first thing I said when I saw him : "You grew!" and he now sports the Scofield hairdo. He's still shorter than me though.And the biggest shocker : Zaf's so tall.I guess I never really noticed it cause I see her often but Moo pointed it out yesterday and hell yeah,I can't believe I never noticed it before.She's now what,less than 5cm shorter than me?Hanis is the shortest now,awwww.We kept moving around the hall,trying to find the best place to watch the concert.There were chairs yeah,but we preferred sitting on the floor.We sat with 2 girls,of whom one I still remember.It's so cool and nice that they still remember us,although we left 3 years ago.We saw people like Queenie,who believed me when I said I ate worms and Hafiz,who was in love with my shoe and would chase after me just to touch it.But the most adorable was Fadhil's brother who's in Primary 4 I think,I forgot his name.And Hanis and Zaf managed to scare little kids again by exclaiming how cute they were and asking if they could take photos.One never ceases to wonder at their antics.Cikgu Salina,the bestest teacher in the whole world, was so excited to see us,she started jumping up and down and squealing when she saw us.And Mdm Lim still refuses to take a photo with us cause she believes she looks ugly.Some things never change.I don't think I'll ever get bored of Sing Singapore or PRPS.I absolutely cannot wait to go back on Teachers Day.Yesterday was like a mini reunion,Zaf, Moo, Hanis, Soleha, Aishah, Fadhil, Syam and Amirah.Pictures taken of course.I'll wait for Zaf to upload them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carnival Day cum National Day celebrations was good and bad,depends on how you look at it.Good in the sense that we all got to wear what we wanted(red/white or ethnic) and not study and watch the bands perform.They were good.I want to learn to play the drums!I want to be in a band!Sharifah,Meg and I were saying that if we ever form a band(which is unlikely cause Meg says she'll get bored learning an instrument),we'll name ourselves HAVOC cause we wreak havoc everywhere don't we dudettes? (: It was kinda bad cause we had to run stalls and sell ethnic food and it was all during a short period of time so everything was rushed.And that sucked.Cause usually on Carnival Day,we wander around aimlessly around the school,finding things to do and eventually sit and talk which is much preferable to manning a stall and rushing to do things.I hate being rushed to do things.So yeah,it depends on how you look at the way the day went.People who took pictures : SEND ME THE PHOTOS.&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;em&gt;It's the same thing again and again and I've had it.I'm sick and tired and I don't even care anymore what's going to happen.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14621163-6637655257704104061?l=sillywonkers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sillywonkers.blogspot.com/feeds/6637655257704104061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14621163&amp;postID=6637655257704104061&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14621163/posts/default/6637655257704104061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14621163/posts/default/6637655257704104061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sillywonkers.blogspot.com/2007/08/sing-singapore-rocked-balls.html' title=''/><author><name>tasneem</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14199524172621268526</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/_8ahpspS7WUE/SQG-DWMnmPI/AAAAAAAAAnM/fEn8vjaJfQw/S220/DSC05442.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14621163.post-1965347382808120358</id><published>2007-08-06T17:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-06T17:58:50.217+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Night out(okay at PRPS) with the besties tomorrow!Anita might be coming.Dang it'll be a blast.Just have to get E Math over and done with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay seriously,does anyone know WHERE THE HELL to get McFly's newest album, &lt;em&gt;Motion in the Ocean&lt;/em&gt;? Moo wants it for her birthday(which was a month ago) and we saw it at Heeren's HMV when we went out the other day(ages ago and we didn't buy it then cause we had no dosh).Zaf went today and said they're out of stock.Hanis and I are going to try finding it again tomorrow,no place sells it,Sembawang,Gramophone,HMV,nada.Moo's gonna be one mad cow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14621163-1965347382808120358?l=sillywonkers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sillywonkers.blogspot.com/feeds/1965347382808120358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14621163&amp;postID=1965347382808120358&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14621163/posts/default/1965347382808120358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14621163/posts/default/1965347382808120358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sillywonkers.blogspot.com/2007/08/night-outokay-at-prps-with-besties.html' title=''/><author><name>tasneem</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14199524172621268526</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/_8ahpspS7WUE/SQG-DWMnmPI/AAAAAAAAAnM/fEn8vjaJfQw/S220/DSC05442.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14621163.post-2964264210094041963</id><published>2007-08-02T18:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-02T18:37:01.529+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So I've got the privilage of watching the National Day Parade at Marina Bay this year.My dad got two tickets for being an NSman and this year marks 40 years of National Service.I'm going with my brother since the 'rents and my sister aren't keen on going.And day before that,would be celebrations in school.Tkg finally decided to have "Be Yourself Day" but here's the catch - we pay 4 bucks to be able to wear ethnic outfits and whatever we want on Teachers' Day.But it's for a good cause so I suppose it's alright.Sha,Par and I are going to go ethnic,just what kind we haven't decided as of yet.And day before &lt;em&gt;that&lt;/em&gt;,well night before that actually,the besties and I are going back to Pasir Ris Primary for its annual National Day concert where we'll terrorize little kids by exclaiming at their cute-ness.Hanis does most of that actually. (: It's been 3 years since I left PRPS but it'll always be a part of me.I've since outgrown it and moved on but it'll no doubt be the place of many delightful,silly memories,after all,it's the birth site of the Disco Mamas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am currently in the midst of CAs,which would be over by next Tuesday.And I really should be getting back to Geog right now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14621163-2964264210094041963?l=sillywonkers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sillywonkers.blogspot.com/feeds/2964264210094041963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14621163&amp;postID=2964264210094041963&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14621163/posts/default/2964264210094041963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14621163/posts/default/2964264210094041963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sillywonkers.blogspot.com/2007/08/so-ive-got-privilage-of-watching.html' title=''/><author><name>tasneem</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14199524172621268526</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/_8ahpspS7WUE/SQG-DWMnmPI/AAAAAAAAAnM/fEn8vjaJfQw/S220/DSC05442.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14621163.post-5432837099449888036</id><published>2007-07-26T13:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-26T13:43:46.923+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Je deteste mon professeur français.Elle est tres gêner et aléser.Tous les eleves lui deteste.Nous ne comprenons pas qu'est-que elle parler.Je souhaite qu'elle meure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My throat feels like it's been rubbed with sandpaper.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14621163-5432837099449888036?l=sillywonkers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sillywonkers.blogspot.com/feeds/5432837099449888036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14621163&amp;postID=5432837099449888036&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14621163/posts/default/5432837099449888036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14621163/posts/default/5432837099449888036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sillywonkers.blogspot.com/2007/07/je-deteste-mon-professeur-franais.html' title=''/><author><name>tasneem</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14199524172621268526</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/_8ahpspS7WUE/SQG-DWMnmPI/AAAAAAAAAnM/fEn8vjaJfQw/S220/DSC05442.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14621163.post-5936738480246222579</id><published>2007-07-25T21:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-25T21:40:51.808+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I feel sick.There's this queasy feeling in my stomach.I feel like puking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just got back from Bishan about an hour ago,later than usual cause my dad couldn't pick me up today.So I took the train home.Usually I'll feel all emo and I hate it when that happens.But I can't help it.The train would be so crowded and I'm all tired and hungry and cold(Good god,you wouldn't &lt;em&gt;believe&lt;/em&gt; how cold it was in the train just now,what's with the blasting air-cons?I nearly died of hypothermia,I swear)and all I want to do is just go home and have a nice,long,hot shower.But today I didn't feel that way at all,although I nearly died from hypothermia but that's a different story altogether.I was in an upbeat mood,even though I had to stand most of the time.The source of it?A good,long talk with one of my bestest friends in the whole world,Zaf.I love my friends to bits but my best friends,Zaf,Moo and Hanis I love even more. (: It's amazing how talking with a best friend can make you feel.It's all &lt;em&gt;good.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gross,when I burp I can feel the puke at the back of my throat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had to observe a Daphnia(a microcrustacean) under a microscope and count the rate of its heartbeat in Biology practical today.And Sharan keeps insisting I killed hers.Let me make this clear you loser Sha : IT WAS ALREADY DEAD. I &lt;em&gt;DID NOT &lt;/em&gt;KILL IT!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14621163-5936738480246222579?l=sillywonkers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sillywonkers.blogspot.com/feeds/5936738480246222579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14621163&amp;postID=5936738480246222579&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14621163/posts/default/5936738480246222579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14621163/posts/default/5936738480246222579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sillywonkers.blogspot.com/2007/07/i-feel-sick.html' title=''/><author><name>tasneem</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14199524172621268526</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/_8ahpspS7WUE/SQG-DWMnmPI/AAAAAAAAAnM/fEn8vjaJfQw/S220/DSC05442.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14621163.post-8671345435344648716</id><published>2007-07-18T20:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-18T20:29:05.591+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>School's been such a bore lately.I go to school with as much enthusiasm as going to the toilet.Going to the dentist is much more exciting.Or maybe not,after my recent visit.See,I &lt;em&gt;love&lt;/em&gt; going to the dentist.Call it weird but I do.Everyone in class had to go see the dentist,it was just a matter of turns.So I was eagerly awaiting mine.And after waiting a day and a half,I got to miss A Math and visit the dentist.So there I was,all happy and eager.I went with Syafiqah and Yan.Syafiqah's register number is before mine so I had to wait.The dentist took quite awhile with her.Then my turn finally came.She stuck the mirror in my mouth,nearly ripped it apart and checked my teeth.She commented that my teeth were good.So I was again,happy.And then, "Okay,you can go now.There's nothing much to do,your teeth are good." I didn't know whether to be glad or annoyed.I decided I was more annoyed.I waited for the dental check up for &lt;em&gt;ages&lt;/em&gt; and then she tells me my teeth don't need to be cleaned.Dentists are whacked up man.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14621163-8671345435344648716?l=sillywonkers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sillywonkers.blogspot.com/feeds/8671345435344648716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14621163&amp;postID=8671345435344648716&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14621163/posts/default/8671345435344648716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14621163/posts/default/8671345435344648716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sillywonkers.blogspot.com/2007/07/schools-been-such-bore-lately.html' title=''/><author><name>tasneem</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14199524172621268526</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/_8ahpspS7WUE/SQG-DWMnmPI/AAAAAAAAAnM/fEn8vjaJfQw/S220/DSC05442.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14621163.post-4289044304240313509</id><published>2007-07-12T17:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-12T18:11:19.043+08:00</updated><title type='text'>videos</title><content type='html'>I went uploading some videos onto YouTube.And I shall paste them here,for your viewing pleasure. (: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yasmeen,Shabina,Razzena,Shazee and I dancing at Parveen's engagement in 2005.Excuse my brother's girly shouts.(I'm the one with the green sash around the waist)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/QzA-_DpbNWc"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/QzA-_DpbNWc" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2/3 Teachers Day performance last year,Because You Live.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/KxB7uitBRSg"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/KxB7uitBRSg" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zaf,Moo and Hanis singing to That's So Raven's &lt;em&gt;Alone in the Hallways as Always&lt;/em&gt; which Chelsea sang actually. There's no sound though because the camera I used to record it was a stupid one.Look at how small they were!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/7x48vbkDvqA"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/7x48vbkDvqA" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14621163-4289044304240313509?l=sillywonkers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sillywonkers.blogspot.com/feeds/4289044304240313509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14621163&amp;postID=4289044304240313509&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14621163/posts/default/4289044304240313509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14621163/posts/default/4289044304240313509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sillywonkers.blogspot.com/2007/07/videos.html' title='videos'/><author><name>tasneem</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14199524172621268526</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/_8ahpspS7WUE/SQG-DWMnmPI/AAAAAAAAAnM/fEn8vjaJfQw/S220/DSC05442.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14621163.post-4774117443451363889</id><published>2007-07-10T17:52:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-10T17:53:02.199+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/HsgsLqefDRc"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/HsgsLqefDRc" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HEY HEY SET ME FREE,STUPID CUPID,STOP PICKING ON ME&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah that brings back memories. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14621163-4774117443451363889?l=sillywonkers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sillywonkers.blogspot.com/feeds/4774117443451363889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14621163&amp;postID=4774117443451363889&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14621163/posts/default/4774117443451363889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14621163/posts/default/4774117443451363889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sillywonkers.blogspot.com/2007/07/hey-hey-set-me-freestupid-cupidstop.html' title=''/><author><name>tasneem</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14199524172621268526</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/_8ahpspS7WUE/SQG-DWMnmPI/AAAAAAAAAnM/fEn8vjaJfQw/S220/DSC05442.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14621163.post-277230505189301809</id><published>2007-07-10T17:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-12T18:08:54.873+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/bBTvcuKz7Jk"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/bBTvcuKz7Jk" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm in love with this song.I Wanna Be The Rain,RBD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MAJOR panic attack right now.There's an A Math CA tomorrow and in case you didn't know,A Math and I,well we don't gel well.And I was supposed to have tuition on Saturday,but my teacher,whoever she is,&lt;em&gt;forgot&lt;/em&gt; there was tuition.So you see,it's not really my fault if I fail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Asher brought a cat to French class last Wednesday.It was a stray and he decided to bring it home.So he put it in a box and brought it to class.It was meow-ing so loudly and the wise-ass Madame &lt;em&gt;didn't know &lt;/em&gt;there was a cat in class even though we were all laughing.Until she was standing near Asher and realized there was a cat.She started screaming her head off.Which I'm sure delighted Asher.(: She said she's afraid of cats and so we told Asher to bring it to her upon which she started yelling again.Well now we know what to do to &lt;em&gt;really&lt;/em&gt; freak her out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14621163-277230505189301809?l=sillywonkers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sillywonkers.blogspot.com/feeds/277230505189301809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14621163&amp;postID=277230505189301809&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14621163/posts/default/277230505189301809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14621163/posts/default/277230505189301809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sillywonkers.blogspot.com/2007/07/im-in-love-with-this-song.html' title=''/><author><name>tasneem</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14199524172621268526</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/_8ahpspS7WUE/SQG-DWMnmPI/AAAAAAAAAnM/fEn8vjaJfQw/S220/DSC05442.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14621163.post-8926619913590698582</id><published>2007-07-05T17:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-05T18:00:10.764+08:00</updated><title type='text'>PHOTOS</title><content type='html'>I finally uploaded the 271 photos onto Yahoo so go take a look.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://asia.pg.photos.yahoo.com/ph/tarsmarsbars/my_photos"&gt;http://asia.pg.photos.yahoo.com/ph/tarsmarsbars/my_photos&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are my favourites.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_8ahpspS7WUE/RozBCWwFxeI/AAAAAAAAAcY/Si8_yj2KmWA/s1600-h/100_1802.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_8ahpspS7WUE/RozBCWwFxeI/AAAAAAAAAcY/Si8_yj2KmWA/s320/100_1802.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083650325605631458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_8ahpspS7WUE/RozAx2wFxdI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/yHn_XIFL8II/s1600-h/100_1788.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_8ahpspS7WUE/RozAx2wFxdI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/yHn_XIFL8II/s320/100_1788.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083650042137789906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_8ahpspS7WUE/RozAWGwFxcI/AAAAAAAAAcI/5YMDK2Vhc2s/s1600-h/100_1768.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_8ahpspS7WUE/RozAWGwFxcI/AAAAAAAAAcI/5YMDK2Vhc2s/s320/100_1768.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083649565396420034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_8ahpspS7WUE/RozAFmwFxbI/AAAAAAAAAcA/p8lYqcy9OS8/s1600-h/100_1543.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_8ahpspS7WUE/RozAFmwFxbI/AAAAAAAAAcA/p8lYqcy9OS8/s320/100_1543.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083649281928578482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_8ahpspS7WUE/Roy_02wFxaI/AAAAAAAAAb4/0Zi-hF1yfmw/s1600-h/100_1390.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_8ahpspS7WUE/Roy_02wFxaI/AAAAAAAAAb4/0Zi-hF1yfmw/s320/100_1390.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083648994165769634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_8ahpspS7WUE/Roy_ImwFxZI/AAAAAAAAAbw/Oj6Bwmxjn7c/s1600-h/321145037l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_8ahpspS7WUE/Roy_ImwFxZI/AAAAAAAAAbw/Oj6Bwmxjn7c/s320/321145037l.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083648233956558226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14621163-8926619913590698582?l=sillywonkers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sillywonkers.blogspot.com/feeds/8926619913590698582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14621163&amp;postID=8926619913590698582&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14621163/posts/default/8926619913590698582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14621163/posts/default/8926619913590698582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sillywonkers.blogspot.com/2007/07/photos.html' title='PHOTOS'/><author><name>tasneem</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14199524172621268526</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/_8ahpspS7WUE/SQG-DWMnmPI/AAAAAAAAAnM/fEn8vjaJfQw/S220/DSC05442.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_8ahpspS7WUE/RozBCWwFxeI/AAAAAAAAAcY/Si8_yj2KmWA/s72-c/100_1802.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14621163.post-5564408904548114994</id><published>2007-07-02T20:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-02T20:35:36.155+08:00</updated><title type='text'>back again.</title><content type='html'>BRUNEI!&lt;br /&gt;TRIP WAS SO TOTALLY AWESOME EVEN THOUGH FAT LEFT HER WATCH IN THE HOTEL AND I BROKE A CLAYPOT AND WE GOT PRANK CALLS AND ELLAI FELL 4 TIMES,IT WAS SUPER-DEE-DUPER FUN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've got to create a blog,recounting our trip so I'll just put the link once it's up.Meg,Syam,Ellai and I are creating one together.So wait for &lt;em&gt;that&lt;/em&gt;.In the meantime,I'll just upload some of my favourite pictures.But not now cause I'm still tired. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mega : I'm just as stumped as you are dude.And didnt you know,Mike's my new lover? (: -winks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ain : Yes I well am back,again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hanis : Yeah we should be given the liberty of time to have a sleepover.I miss you guys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zaf : Uh-huh,she is totally gay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sha : Stalker!Ronaldo's jealous!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hanis : You &lt;em&gt;think&lt;/em&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mega : I WANNA GO BACK TOO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aishah : I know!Me too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afis : Yeah and so does everyone else.(: Who are you?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14621163-5564408904548114994?l=sillywonkers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sillywonkers.blogspot.com/feeds/5564408904548114994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14621163&amp;postID=5564408904548114994&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14621163/posts/default/5564408904548114994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14621163/posts/default/5564408904548114994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sillywonkers.blogspot.com/2007/07/back-again.html' title='back again.'/><author><name>tasneem</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14199524172621268526</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/_8ahpspS7WUE/SQG-DWMnmPI/AAAAAAAAAnM/fEn8vjaJfQw/S220/DSC05442.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14621163.post-3025232932548253293</id><published>2007-06-27T18:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-27T19:10:16.082+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ignorance is bliss</title><content type='html'>We were reading the Malay papers in class yesterday and there was this article talking about an online sex publication "Jurnal Hitam" which has been going around by email.And anyone caught spreading it would basically be in trouble.See I've been getting this "Jurnal Hitam" emails and because of my dislike with anything Malay,I dont bother opening them and just delete them straightaway.I thought it was some book subscription thing that the school had signed us up for or something.Good lord what it turns out to be!I guess ignorance really &lt;em&gt;is&lt;/em&gt; bliss eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only a few hours til Brunei!I havent finished packing as of yet because I'm still deciding what to bring and what not to.I'm so afraid I'll forget something.Everytime I go overseas I always start fretting because I'm scared I forgot to bring something.The itinery(spelling?) isn't confirmed because the Brunei school didnt give it but from what the teachers know,we're going to visit a longhouse,the palace probably and if we're lucky,join in the party to celebrate the 50th anniversary of the school we're visiting.We're also going to play netball with the girls from the school and put up performance,since we're a performing arts school and Sharifah Nabilah is going to belly dance!And in the night,we'll have this girlie slumber party and dance the night away.Sharifah's bringing the music.Oh bull,I cant wait.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14621163-3025232932548253293?l=sillywonkers.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8ahpspS7WUE/SQG-DWMnmPI/AAAAAAAAAnM/fEn8vjaJfQw/S220/DSC05442.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14621163.post-3397858648910456557</id><published>2007-06-25T18:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-25T20:02:56.633+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2 more days</title><content type='html'>Attended the Brunei trip briefing 2 hours ago and WE'RE STAYING IN A HOTEL THANK GOD!I'm so psyched you cannot imagine.I just pray I get to room with the people I want.Two more days of school and I'm outta here!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sha :&lt;/strong&gt; Well I've seen you in your braces.You don't look too bad =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Parveena :&lt;/strong&gt; Isn't Dirty Dancing like,just AWESOME?Yeah we'll just keep on dreaming of exotic strangers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Andik :&lt;/strong&gt; OHMYGOD YOU UPDATED YOUR BLOG! =) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nani :&lt;/strong&gt; Okay I shall go see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ain :&lt;/strong&gt; What turtle?I don't remember,seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hanis :&lt;/strong&gt; Leader of what,the losers?Yeah I already know that.And I don't hate you and I did update!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Moo :&lt;/strong&gt; Yes Moo I know that you were here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Zaf :&lt;/strong&gt; I absolutely agree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Langkawi post soon,I promise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are braces the new 'In' thing?Today I went to school and saw Ain,Charmaine,Sharan and Natasya with braces.Elenna's going to make hers.What is it with braces?Is there something I'm missing?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14621163-3397858648910456557?l=sillywonkers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sillywonkers.blogspot.com/feeds/3397858648910456557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14621163&amp;postID=3397858648910456557&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14621163/posts/default/3397858648910456557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14621163/posts/default/3397858648910456557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sillywonkers.blogspot.com/2007/06/2-more-days.html' title='2 more days'/><author><name>tasneem</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14199524172621268526</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/_8ahpspS7WUE/SQG-DWMnmPI/AAAAAAAAAnM/fEn8vjaJfQw/S220/DSC05442.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14621163.post-2950096088873689166</id><published>2007-06-24T18:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-24T18:36:04.929+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bring it on baby</title><content type='html'>I got back from Langkawi yesterday and that would explain my absence.I shall blog and upload photos in due time.I can't believe school starts tomorrow!I think the holidays were too short.Half the time I was overseas.I didnt really get to do what I wanted to,like get some extra revision done but at least I did finally finish reading my Literature book &lt;em&gt;To Kill A Mockingbird&lt;/em&gt;.So I guess I didn't really accomplish nothing.So here's to a new semester and a new school term.Bring on the shit!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14621163-2950096088873689166?l=sillywonkers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sillywonkers.blogspot.com/feeds/2950096088873689166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14621163&amp;postID=2950096088873689166&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14621163/posts/default/2950096088873689166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14621163/posts/default/2950096088873689166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sillywonkers.blogspot.com/2007/06/bring-it-on-baby.html' title='bring it on baby'/><author><name>tasneem</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14199524172621268526</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/_8ahpspS7WUE/SQG-DWMnmPI/AAAAAAAAAnM/fEn8vjaJfQw/S220/DSC05442.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14621163.post-3726071445739417639</id><published>2007-06-13T15:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-13T15:27:50.985+08:00</updated><title type='text'>dirty dancing</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZuKNgmCafFQ"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZuKNgmCafFQ" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm totally in love with the movie.I never watched Dirty Dancing til a couple of days back when it was aired on tv.I didnt know what the fuss was about but hell,after watching Havana Nights,now I know.The dancing is just awesome.I wish I could dance like that.I don't even know of anyone who does.How sad.Maybe I should move to Cuba.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14621163-3726071445739417639?l=sillywonkers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sillywonkers.blogspot.com/feeds/3726071445739417639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14621163&amp;postID=3726071445739417639&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14621163/posts/default/3726071445739417639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14621163/posts/default/3726071445739417639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sillywonkers.blogspot.com/2007/06/dirty-dancing.html' title='dirty dancing'/><author><name>tasneem</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14199524172621268526</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/_8ahpspS7WUE/SQG-DWMnmPI/AAAAAAAAAnM/fEn8vjaJfQw/S220/DSC05442.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14621163.post-9202734341219592507</id><published>2007-06-12T16:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-12T16:36:28.173+08:00</updated><title type='text'>back and a bit poorer</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Nadia &lt;/strong&gt;: You can go see her blog,I linked her. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sha&lt;/strong&gt; : Yeah yeah.I keep dreaming that I see you in braces.Haha.PINK braces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ain&lt;/strong&gt; : I am back!Bring on the nonsense!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Par&lt;/strong&gt; : Aw shucks,I'm not in "Paris" anymore. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Zaff&lt;/strong&gt; : Feel bored no longer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Atiqa&lt;/strong&gt; : Haha yeah,and that's a LONG time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And well I'M BACK.Bangkok trip was good,minus the traffic jams and air pollution and breaking the hotel glass as soon as I entered the room.Other than that,it was alright.I got what I wanted,mainly to shop.And shop.And shop,and did I mention shop?It's amazing how cheap everything is,which works to my advantage of course.I didn't take many pictures,those that I have are mainly of les siblings et moi.Mostly because the pictures have already been taken last year.I mean you can only be so fascinted by a tuktuk for so long.And now I've got precisely 5 days before I leave for Langkawi.And then &lt;em&gt;school&lt;/em&gt;.Oh I'm &lt;em&gt;so&lt;/em&gt; looking forward to that.Not.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14621163-9202734341219592507?l=sillywonkers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sillywonkers.blogspot.com/feeds/9202734341219592507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14621163&amp;postID=9202734341219592507&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14621163/posts/default/9202734341219592507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14621163/posts/default/9202734341219592507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sillywonkers.blogspot.com/2007/06/back-and-bit-poorer.html' title='back and a bit poorer'/><author><name>tasneem</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14199524172621268526</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/_8ahpspS7WUE/SQG-DWMnmPI/AAAAAAAAAnM/fEn8vjaJfQw/S220/DSC05442.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14621163.post-24877203636161228</id><published>2007-06-06T13:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-06T13:15:59.660+08:00</updated><title type='text'>jet setting(like i have a jet)</title><content type='html'>My plane for &lt;em&gt;Bangkok&lt;/em&gt; leaves in,let's see,7 hours and then I'll be away til Monday.And on the 18th,I'll be flying to &lt;em&gt;Langkawi&lt;/em&gt; and when school reopens,I'll be going to &lt;em&gt;Brunei&lt;/em&gt; for a school trip.I love travelling,though now I'm just going to regions in Asia.Course if I had my own way,I'd jet-set around the world but oh well,we can't always have what we want.So later on in the plane,I'll just pretend that I'm flying to Paris instead of Bangkok,that I'll be staying in some really posh hotel overlooking the Eiffel Tower instead of a hotel overlooking okay-I-don't-know-what.It could work,provided I don't die of claustrophobia in the small budget-airline plane first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zaff already scanned the neoprints we took (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_8ahpspS7WUE/RmZC1M7TGOI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/Ko6xiZ8zZnU/s1600-h/scan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_8ahpspS7WUE/RmZC1M7TGOI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/Ko6xiZ8zZnU/s320/scan.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072815512049883362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14621163-24877203636161228?l=sillywonkers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sillywonkers.blogspot.com/feeds/24877203636161228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14621163&amp;postID=24877203636161228&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14621163/posts/default/24877203636161228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14621163/posts/default/24877203636161228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sillywonkers.blogspot.com/2007/06/jet-settinglike-i-have-jet.html' title='jet setting(like i have a jet)'/><author><name>tasneem</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14199524172621268526</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/_8ahpspS7WUE/SQG-DWMnmPI/AAAAAAAAAnM/fEn8vjaJfQw/S220/DSC05442.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_8ahpspS7WUE/RmZC1M7TGOI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/Ko6xiZ8zZnU/s72-c/scan.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14621163.post-2496985501359889249</id><published>2007-06-02T16:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-02T16:26:54.336+08:00</updated><title type='text'>pictures</title><content type='html'>Moo updated!Pictures of outing with mamas on Monday.Details on Moo's blog,I didnt really blog in detail,so yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_8ahpspS7WUE/RmEpBa5xZOI/AAAAAAAAAbI/GnOKvsm3liw/s1600-h/DSC01852.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_8ahpspS7WUE/RmEpBa5xZOI/AAAAAAAAAbI/GnOKvsm3liw/s320/DSC01852.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071379759774131426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the heavenly cheesy pizza&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_8ahpspS7WUE/RmEnq65xZJI/AAAAAAAAAag/c8EUyyjn0KU/s1600-h/DSC01855.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_8ahpspS7WUE/RmEnq65xZJI/AAAAAAAAAag/c8EUyyjn0KU/s320/DSC01855.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071378273715446930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we were saying cheese,&lt;em&gt;literally&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_8ahpspS7WUE/RmEoLK5xZKI/AAAAAAAAAao/kNYRx4vUtpE/s1600-h/DSC01857.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_8ahpspS7WUE/RmEoLK5xZKI/AAAAAAAAAao/kNYRx4vUtpE/s320/DSC01857.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071378827766228130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_8ahpspS7WUE/RmEoZq5xZLI/AAAAAAAAAaw/uLfXj0RglE8/s1600-h/DSC01861.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_8ahpspS7WUE/RmEoZq5xZLI/AAAAAAAAAaw/uLfXj0RglE8/s320/DSC01861.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071379076874331314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_8ahpspS7WUE/RmEow65xZMI/AAAAAAAAAa4/fJejRGtgArY/s1600-h/DSC01863.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_8ahpspS7WUE/RmEow65xZMI/AAAAAAAAAa4/fJejRGtgArY/s320/DSC01863.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071379476306289858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah we're &lt;em&gt;cool&lt;/em&gt; (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_8ahpspS7WUE/RmEo1K5xZNI/AAAAAAAAAbA/WL9dOATpDMA/s1600-h/DSC01867.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_8ahpspS7WUE/RmEo1K5xZNI/AAAAAAAAAbA/WL9dOATpDMA/s320/DSC01867.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071379549320733906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cool&lt;em&gt;er&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14621163-2496985501359889249?l=sillywonkers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sillywonkers.blogspot.com/feeds/2496985501359889249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14621163&amp;postID=2496985501359889249&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14621163/posts/default/2496985501359889249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14621163/posts/default/2496985501359889249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sillywonkers.blogspot.com/2007/06/pictures.html' title='pictures'/><author><name>tasneem</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14199524172621268526</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/_8ahpspS7WUE/SQG-DWMnmPI/AAAAAAAAAnM/fEn8vjaJfQw/S220/DSC05442.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_8ahpspS7WUE/RmEpBa5xZOI/AAAAAAAAAbI/GnOKvsm3liw/s72-c/DSC01852.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14621163.post-5058842943410668376</id><published>2007-05-31T14:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-31T14:57:29.229+08:00</updated><title type='text'>secret code</title><content type='html'>I like this skin.It looks so neat.I wanted a Mcfly one but I couldnt find one I really really liked.And I can't put up the &lt;em&gt;Make Poverty History &lt;/em&gt; band cause something's wrong with the codes and I'm no techie professional so I'll just leave it at that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY ZAFIRAH ZEIN,MY VERY OWN BAMBOO SHAKER!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14621163-5058842943410668376?l=sillywonkers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sillywonkers.blogspot.com/feeds/5058842943410668376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14621163&amp;postID=5058842943410668376&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14621163/posts/default/5058842943410668376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14621163/posts/default/5058842943410668376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sillywonkers.blogspot.com/2007/05/secret-code.html' title='secret code'/><author><name>tasneem</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14199524172621268526</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/_8ahpspS7WUE/SQG-DWMnmPI/AAAAAAAAAnM/fEn8vjaJfQw/S220/DSC05442.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14621163.post-4377764502964845375</id><published>2007-05-28T18:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-28T19:25:40.259+08:00</updated><title type='text'>girl power!</title><content type='html'>Went to watch Midsummer Night's Dream with Sal,Shoba and Trishna.I did a scene from there for one of my Lit CAs last year and played Demetrius.It was kinda cool to be able to remember some of my lines.The cast was awesome,they really brought out the characters so well.My favourite was Helena.She's so silly and hilarious.And they even managed to insert local things like the &lt;em&gt;'lon-cam-pas' &lt;/em&gt;game that we all used to play(okay I still do) and lion dance!It was superb.And there was some other event going on at Fort Canning Park so there were fireworks and that added a lovely touch to an already lovely night.There was a slight breeze so it wasnt too hot,there was a half moon and a few stars in the sky.It was a good night,the play was good too.And I later found out that Moo was watching it as well because her cousin,who was my senior,was one of the fairies.Trishna has the pictures,my camera died on me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And &lt;em&gt;today&lt;/em&gt;,I went out with my lovely girlfriends,none other than Zaff,Moo and Hanis.We were supposed to go to Suntec.But Zaff &lt;em&gt;forgot&lt;/em&gt; we were supposed to go out today and she went to school.So Hanis,Moo and I met up first.And Hanis was &lt;em&gt;40 minutes &lt;/em&gt;late.So we just went to Bugis instead and bought Zaff's present.I brought Hanis'.And she'd brought mine,LONG OVERDUE,as well as Zaff's(&lt;em&gt;last year's &lt;/em&gt;present for crying out loud!)So when we met up with Zaff and were comfortably seated in Pizza Hut waiting for our Hawaiian cheesy crust pizza and meatballs,we had a mass gift unwrapping session,except for Moo.Your turn shall come soon(: And we were squealing with delight.I gave Hanis &lt;em&gt;Breakfast at Tiffany's &lt;/em&gt;the movie.She adores Audrey Hepburn.We gave Zaff &lt;em&gt;Freedom Writers &lt;/em&gt;the book which she wanted oh-so-much and they gave me the newsboy cap I wanted oh-so-much.THANK YOU MY LOVELIES!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zaff's gonna scan the neoprints we took so I'll be waiting for that.And Moo is going to upload the pictures so I'll be waiting for that too,though it'll probably take &lt;em&gt;years &lt;/em&gt;for her to do so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kim,Par and I had lunch at Burger King Parkway on the last day of school.I didn't even bother going for French.No way was I going to spend the first few moments of liberty watching babiloy and cursing and swearing at her.Lunch was hilarious.Anything with Par around is hilarious.We talked,gossiped,bitched.I think it's cool how girls can just talk to each other so openly and honestly.I mean,sure I've known Par since Sec 1,but I only grew close to her this year.And I knew Kim only this year.And we could talk about things,about anything and everything so easily.Yay girl power!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parveen just got married (okay 4 months ago) and the other day,my mum was talking to her mum who said that Parveen's 6 weeks pregnant,although by now it would probably be nearly 8 weeks.I can't believe it.Parveen,a &lt;em&gt;mum&lt;/em&gt;!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14621163-4377764502964845375?l=sillywonkers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sillywonkers.blogspot.com/feeds/4377764502964845375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14621163&amp;postID=4377764502964845375&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14621163/posts/default/4377764502964845375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14621163/posts/default/4377764502964845375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sillywonkers.blogspot.com/2007/05/girls-days-out.html' title='girl power!'/><author><name>tasneem</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14199524172621268526</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/_8ahpspS7WUE/SQG-DWMnmPI/AAAAAAAAAnM/fEn8vjaJfQw/S220/DSC05442.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14621163.post-1338321661059628191</id><published>2007-05-24T17:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-24T17:31:03.633+08:00</updated><title type='text'>one and only</title><content type='html'>Here's something hilarious I got off Fifah's blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Annoying Things To Do On An Elevator&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) CRACK open your briefcase or handbag, peer Inside and ask "Got enough air in there?"&lt;br /&gt;2) STAND silent and motionless in the corner facing the wall without getting off.&lt;br /&gt;3) WHEN arriving at your floor, grunt and strain to yank the doors open, then act as if you're embarrassed when they open themselves.&lt;br /&gt;4) GREET everyone with a warm handshake and ask him or her to call you Admiral.&lt;br /&gt;5) MEOW occasionally.&lt;br /&gt;6) STARE At another passenger for a while. Then announce in horror: "You're one of THEM" - and back away slowly&lt;br /&gt;7) SAY -DING at each floor.&lt;br /&gt;8) SAY "I wonder what all these do?" And push all the red buttons.&lt;br /&gt;9) MAKE explosion noises when anyone presses a button.&lt;br /&gt;10) STARE, grinning at another passenger for a while, then announce: "I have new socks on."&lt;br /&gt;11) WHEN the elevator is silent, look around and ask: "Is that your beeper?"&lt;br /&gt;12) TRY to make personal calls on the emergency phone.&lt;br /&gt;13) DRAW a little square on the floor with chalk and announce to the other passengers: "This is my personal space."&lt;br /&gt;14) WHEN there's only one other person in the elevator, tap them on the shoulder, then pretend it wasn't you.&lt;br /&gt;15) PUSH the buttons and pretend they give you a shock. Smile, and go back for more.&lt;br /&gt;16) ASK if you can push the button for other people but push the wrong ones.&lt;br /&gt;17) HOLD the doors open and say you're waiting for your friend. After a while, let the doors close and say "Hi Greg, How's your day been?"&lt;br /&gt;18) DROP a pen and wail until someone reaches to help pick it up, then scream: "That's mine!"&lt;br /&gt;19) BRING a camera and take pictures of everyone in the lift.&lt;br /&gt;20) PRETEND you're a flight attendant and review emergency procedures and exits with the Passengers.&lt;br /&gt;21) SWAT at flies that don't exist.&lt;br /&gt;22) CALL out "Group hug" then enforce it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;AQUARIUS - The One that Waits&lt;br /&gt;Dominant in relationships. Someone&lt;br /&gt;loves them right now. Always Wants the&lt;br /&gt;last word. Caring. Smart. Loud. Loyal.&lt;br /&gt;Beautiful. Goofy. Easy to talk to.&lt;br /&gt;Everything you ever wanted. Easy to&lt;br /&gt;please. The one and only. (Truly (: )&lt;em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14621163-1338321661059628191?l=sillywonkers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sillywonkers.blogspot.com/feeds/1338321661059628191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14621163&amp;postID=1338321661059628191&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14621163/posts/default/1338321661059628191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14621163/posts/default/1338321661059628191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sillywonkers.blogspot.com/2007/05/one-and-only.html' title='one and only'/><author><name>tasneem</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14199524172621268526</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/_8ahpspS7WUE/SQG-DWMnmPI/AAAAAAAAAnM/fEn8vjaJfQw/S220/DSC05442.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14621163.post-1300859763128686756</id><published>2007-05-24T16:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-24T16:52:04.707+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HAPPY BIRTHDAY HANIS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although she isn't around cause she's away at camp in &lt;em&gt;Pahang.&lt;/em&gt;Come back soon and we'll go out on Monday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ONE MORE DAY TILL THE HOLIDAYS.And I get to go on the school trip to Brunei!Thanks to my still-shocks-me-that-I-could-ever-get-this-high A1 grade for Malay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And 3/3's still the best double science class in the level!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WE'RE BOOM DYNAMITE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14621163-1300859763128686756?l=sillywonkers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sillywonkers.blogspot.com/feeds/1300859763128686756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14621163&amp;postID=1300859763128686756&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14621163/posts/default/1300859763128686756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14621163/posts/default/1300859763128686756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sillywonkers.blogspot.com/2007/05/happy-birthday-hanis-although-she-isnt.html' title=''/><author><name>tasneem</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14199524172621268526</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/_8ahpspS7WUE/SQG-DWMnmPI/AAAAAAAAAnM/fEn8vjaJfQw/S220/DSC05442.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14621163.post-1800717849805423069</id><published>2007-05-22T17:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-22T17:13:39.410+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>What's with twitchy eyes?My right eye has been twitching since 2 Fridays ago.At first it was exciting,what with all the crap superstitions saying that the twitching of the right eye means I'll meet someone from afar.Who knows,it could be Lukas Podolski or Dougie Poynter or Oliver James.&lt;em&gt;Who knows&lt;/em&gt;.But now it's just annoying.I want to do the Chemistry worksheet,&lt;em&gt;wait wait wait&lt;/em&gt;,eye twitch.Want to read my book,&lt;em&gt;wait wait wait&lt;/em&gt;,eye twitch.ANNOYING.Even Sha's eye is twitching.As Nani would say,&lt;em&gt;funneh&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 more days till school lets out.I'm sure we're all just counting the hours.Although I think I &lt;em&gt;can&lt;/em&gt; wait for Operation Clean-Up.It's this semesterly thing everyone has to do,clean up the whole damn classroom.I'm not particularly looking forward to it.But there'll be bucketfuls of dirty water and loads of unsuspecting people.Hmmm,maybe it'll be fun after all.(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14621163-1800717849805423069?l=sillywonkers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sillywonkers.blogspot.com/feeds/1800717849805423069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14621163&amp;postID=1800717849805423069&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14621163/posts/default/1800717849805423069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14621163/posts/default/1800717849805423069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sillywonkers.blogspot.com/2007/05/whats-with-twitchy-eyesmy-right-eye-has.html' title=''/><author><name>tasneem</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14199524172621268526</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/_8ahpspS7WUE/SQG-DWMnmPI/AAAAAAAAAnM/fEn8vjaJfQw/S220/DSC05442.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14621163.post-157088555568633324</id><published>2007-05-20T20:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-20T20:25:05.907+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sweet</title><content type='html'>There's a packet of Rabbit sweets in the storeroom and I'm finishing them at an alarming rate.I used to &lt;em&gt;love&lt;/em&gt; the sweets but then I stopped eating them.I don't know why,maybe I forgot about them.Lately I've been seeing them everywhere.And as they say,when life hands you lemons,you make lemonade.(: I love how the plastic is edible.I love how it melts in your mouth.And I love how after sucking on the sweet for awhile and you bite into it,you can taste all the milk goodness.The Rabbit sweet will always remain my favourite sweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nani and I went for Flag Day yesterday and we went to the National Library at Bugis.It's H-U-G-E huge!7 storeys if I'm not wrong.And one whole floor was filled with books.We nearly went crazy with the amount of books we could read and borrow.I think I could spend a whole day there just browsing through the millions of books.I love doing that,taking my leisurely time to browse books.That's why I love going to bookstores and libraries.I think it's sad that some people don't read.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A fab way to spend a day, curling up with a good book and sucking on Rabbit sweets.Ah, &lt;em&gt;sweet&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14621163-157088555568633324?l=sillywonkers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sillywonkers.blogspot.com/feeds/157088555568633324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14621163&amp;postID=157088555568633324&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14621163/posts/default/157088555568633324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14621163/posts/default/157088555568633324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sillywonkers.blogspot.com/2007/05/sweet.html' title='sweet'/><author><name>tasneem</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14199524172621268526</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/_8ahpspS7WUE/SQG-DWMnmPI/AAAAAAAAAnM/fEn8vjaJfQw/S220/DSC05442.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14621163.post-5649943981967340570</id><published>2007-05-18T20:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-18T21:43:04.484+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Obs-sessed</title><content type='html'>Ah I'm suddenly missing OBS oh so much.As Sha would say,I'm OBS-sessed.(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;This may never start.&lt;br /&gt;We could fall apart.&lt;br /&gt;And I'd be your memory.&lt;br /&gt;Lost your sense of fear. &lt;br /&gt;Feelings insincere.&lt;br /&gt;Can I be your memory?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So get back, back, back to where we lasted.&lt;br /&gt;Just like I imagine.&lt;br /&gt;I could never feel this way.&lt;br /&gt;So get back, back, back to the disaster.&lt;br /&gt;My heart's beating faster.&lt;br /&gt;Holding on to feel the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This may never start.&lt;br /&gt;I'll tear us apart.&lt;br /&gt;Can I be your enemy?&lt;br /&gt;Losing half a year.&lt;br /&gt;Waiting for you here&lt;br /&gt;I'd be your anything.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_8ahpspS7WUE/Rk2qJq5xZII/AAAAAAAAAaY/1nqLYh9Cvi8/s1600-h/m73848520.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_8ahpspS7WUE/Rk2qJq5xZII/AAAAAAAAAaY/1nqLYh9Cvi8/s320/m73848520.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065892238973822082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C for Columbus!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a lighter note,it's ONE MORE WEEK til school lets out.ONE MORE WEEK.I can wait that long,YES I CAN.I had my French Oral on Wednesday.I was pretty nervous but it was kinda fun actually.I'd rather take French oral then Malay, &lt;em&gt;seriously&lt;/em&gt;.Babiloy(my french teacher) would ask several questions and I'm supposed to answer them.I'm proud to say I understood most of them.Whatever I didnt,I just said &lt;em&gt;Oui&lt;/em&gt;. (: There was one question she asked,talk about someone who you are close to.So I said my sister,cause it was the first thing I could think of.I tell you,in French oral,you don't say what's correct,you say the &lt;em&gt;first thing &lt;/em&gt;that comes to your mind,no matter how stupid it is.It's alot easier.So she asked me what I like about my sister and what I don't.I said I don't like my sister cause she's jealous of me cause I've got more money than her.(not true but it was the first thing that came to mind and Babiloy believed it).So she asked Zaf the same question and Zaf said that I was her closest person.She said we've known each other from primary school and yadda yadda yadda.Then when Babiloy asked her what she didnt like about me,Zaf didnt know what to say.So Babiloy went "Maybe she talks too much?" (I swear I wanted to slap Babiloy when Zaf told me about this)So Zaf wanted to say that but she didnt know how to,so instead she said that I like to talk about boys.And Babiloy &lt;em&gt;rolled her eyes &lt;/em&gt;and laughed.Great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm an OBS-sessed freak who likes to talk about boys.Life is wonderful. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14621163-5649943981967340570?l=sillywonkers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sillywonkers.blogspot.com/feeds/5649943981967340570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14621163&amp;postID=5649943981967340570&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14621163/posts/default/5649943981967340570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14621163/posts/default/5649943981967340570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sillywonkers.blogspot.com/2007/05/obs-sessed.html' title='Obs-sessed'/><author><name>tasneem</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14199524172621268526</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/_8ahpspS7WUE/SQG-DWMnmPI/AAAAAAAAAnM/fEn8vjaJfQw/S220/DSC05442.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_8ahpspS7WUE/Rk2qJq5xZII/AAAAAAAAAaY/1nqLYh9Cvi8/s72-c/m73848520.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14621163.post-1887058463359629667</id><published>2007-05-15T17:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-15T17:53:23.908+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Jangan Pandang Belakang/Don't Look Back was a pretty good movie.I wouldn't say it's so scary,I've watched scarier movies.&lt;em&gt;Yeah&lt;/em&gt; I was screaming in the cinema but really more from shock then fear,like when the ghost was crawling on the floor.Okay &lt;em&gt;that&lt;/em&gt; was spooky.And you know girls,one screams,the others scream too.But it was a fun girly day.I want to watch more horror movies in the cinema.Maybe there'll be more couples making out and feeling each other in the dark corners where they think no one can see them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_8ahpspS7WUE/Rkl9Ys7wW1I/AAAAAAAAAaQ/yrM51aMaSBU/s1600-h/100_1013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_8ahpspS7WUE/Rkl9Ys7wW1I/AAAAAAAAAaQ/yrM51aMaSBU/s320/100_1013.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064717119286958930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_8ahpspS7WUE/Rkl9Hs7wW0I/AAAAAAAAAaI/c6L35DPz2KY/s1600-h/100_1015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_8ahpspS7WUE/Rkl9Hs7wW0I/AAAAAAAAAaI/c6L35DPz2KY/s320/100_1015.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064716827229182786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_8ahpspS7WUE/Rkl8zs7wWzI/AAAAAAAAAaA/k4akmT7iD1M/s1600-h/100_1017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_8ahpspS7WUE/Rkl8zs7wWzI/AAAAAAAAAaA/k4akmT7iD1M/s320/100_1017.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064716483631799090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ain's disgusting foot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_8ahpspS7WUE/Rkl8jM7wWyI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/GC15EwxKmdA/s1600-h/100_1020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_8ahpspS7WUE/Rkl8jM7wWyI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/GC15EwxKmdA/s320/100_1020.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064716200163957538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BOOM EARTHQUAKE.Lime sherbet is GOOD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_8ahpspS7WUE/Rkl8TM7wWxI/AAAAAAAAAZw/6jTs1yEHI4M/s1600-h/100_1021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_8ahpspS7WUE/Rkl8TM7wWxI/AAAAAAAAAZw/6jTs1yEHI4M/s320/100_1021.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064715925286050578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Belated birthday girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_8ahpspS7WUE/Rkl8C87wWwI/AAAAAAAAAZo/8sbalRyZxNo/s1600-h/100_1022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_8ahpspS7WUE/Rkl8C87wWwI/AAAAAAAAAZo/8sbalRyZxNo/s320/100_1022.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064715646113176322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_8ahpspS7WUE/Rkl7Ts7wWvI/AAAAAAAAAZg/8Hb0n669sEQ/s1600-h/100_1024.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_8ahpspS7WUE/Rkl7Ts7wWvI/AAAAAAAAAZg/8Hb0n669sEQ/s320/100_1024.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064714834364357362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_8ahpspS7WUE/Rkl6-M7wWuI/AAAAAAAAAZY/LrdDBUIFcdw/s1600-h/100_1027.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_8ahpspS7WUE/Rkl6-M7wWuI/AAAAAAAAAZY/LrdDBUIFcdw/s320/100_1027.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064714464997169890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_8ahpspS7WUE/Rkl6oM7wWtI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/QxleTPITuEg/s1600-h/100_1029.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_8ahpspS7WUE/Rkl6oM7wWtI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/QxleTPITuEg/s320/100_1029.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064714087040047826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The drinking moments&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_8ahpspS7WUE/Rkl6R87wWsI/AAAAAAAAAZI/UeLtNDtTPTA/s1600-h/100_1031.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_8ahpspS7WUE/Rkl6R87wWsI/AAAAAAAAAZI/UeLtNDtTPTA/s320/100_1031.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064713704787958466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_8ahpspS7WUE/Rkl6C87wWrI/AAAAAAAAAZA/IXXfBx0O3fI/s1600-h/100_1033.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_8ahpspS7WUE/Rkl6C87wWrI/AAAAAAAAAZA/IXXfBx0O3fI/s320/100_1033.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064713447089920690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_8ahpspS7WUE/Rkl5v87wWqI/AAAAAAAAAY4/Gcew_9xAi44/s1600-h/100_1035.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_8ahpspS7WUE/Rkl5v87wWqI/AAAAAAAAAY4/Gcew_9xAi44/s320/100_1035.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064713120672406178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the crazy moment&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_8ahpspS7WUE/Rkl5c87wWpI/AAAAAAAAAYw/399kwGvA5e0/s1600-h/100_1040.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_8ahpspS7WUE/Rkl5c87wWpI/AAAAAAAAAYw/399kwGvA5e0/s320/100_1040.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064712794254891666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_8ahpspS7WUE/Rkl5Is7wWoI/AAAAAAAAAYo/4eyG5_F-FQQ/s1600-h/100_1041.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_8ahpspS7WUE/Rkl5Is7wWoI/AAAAAAAAAYo/4eyG5_F-FQQ/s320/100_1041.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064712446362540674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_8ahpspS7WUE/Rkl39c7wWnI/AAAAAAAAAYg/GL2WV8yQGJw/s1600-h/100_1043.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_8ahpspS7WUE/Rkl39c7wWnI/AAAAAAAAAYg/GL2WV8yQGJw/s320/100_1043.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064711153577384562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_8ahpspS7WUE/Rkl3jM7wWmI/AAAAAAAAAYY/SjfpliuPwpA/s1600-h/100_1044.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_8ahpspS7WUE/Rkl3jM7wWmI/AAAAAAAAAYY/SjfpliuPwpA/s320/100_1044.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064710702605818466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;awww&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14621163-1887058463359629667?l=sillywonkers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sillywonkers.blogspot.com/feeds/1887058463359629667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14621163&amp;postID=1887058463359629667&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14621163/posts/default/1887058463359629667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14621163/posts/default/1887058463359629667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sillywonkers.blogspot.com/2007/05/jangan-pandang-belakangdont-look-back.html' title=''/><author><name>tasneem</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14199524172621268526</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/_8ahpspS7WUE/SQG-DWMnmPI/AAAAAAAAAnM/fEn8vjaJfQw/S220/DSC05442.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_8ahpspS7WUE/Rkl9Ys7wW1I/AAAAAAAAAaQ/yrM51aMaSBU/s72-c/100_1013.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14621163.post-3574413913211725896</id><published>2007-05-14T20:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-14T20:46:08.161+08:00</updated><title type='text'>fan,french and josh adam</title><content type='html'>So there's this guy,Josh Adam.Only Zaff and I know what's up with him (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I skipped French last week to have lunch with my mamas.It wasn't planned.Zaff and I were initially just going to meet Hanis and Moo for the delicious Nutella ice cream at Orchard but as usual,Zaff and Moo were late.So we decided not to go for French and walked around with our ice cream,deciding where to eat.Zaff and Moo brought us to this Turkish restaurant.It's real funkey.I ordered a &lt;em&gt;beef lahmacun&lt;/em&gt;,on Zaff's recommendation.It was good.It's this flat piece of bread,like pizza and there's beef toppings on it.It was really good being with my mamas again after so long.We can still talk and laugh like old times.We've changed,but we're still the same.I love them to &lt;em&gt;bits&lt;/em&gt;.And now I'm waiting for the silly cow Moo to upload the picture we took.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't realize how loud aeroplanes can be.I was going to sleep last night when I realized the planes were making so much of noise(I stay near Changi Airport so I often see and hear planes).Maybe they always have but I just never realized.And there was this weird sound that came at every 10-second interval.I'd count from 1 Mississippi all the way to 10 Mississippi and I'd hear the sound.I started having all these weird thoughts in my head,like,what if terrorists are going to strike in the night?And it just happened to be midnight,making me more nervous.So I watched this one aeroplane until I could see it no more and I thought I could see smoke coming out of it.(It was midnight,my mind was playing tricks on me)So I watched a few more planes after that and satisfied nothing was going to happen,I decided to go to sleep.Then I realized the weird sound that came at 10-second intervals was actually from my fan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Suntec to celebrate Nani's birthday today.But I shall blog about it tomorrow and upload the pictures as well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14621163-3574413913211725896?l=sillywonkers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sillywonkers.blogspot.com/feeds/3574413913211725896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14621163&amp;postID=3574413913211725896&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14621163/posts/default/3574413913211725896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14621163/posts/default/3574413913211725896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sillywonkers.blogspot.com/2007/05/fanfrench-and-josh-adam.html' title='fan,french and josh adam'/><author><name>tasneem</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14199524172621268526</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/_8ahpspS7WUE/SQG-DWMnmPI/AAAAAAAAAnM/fEn8vjaJfQw/S220/DSC05442.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14621163.post-8309342585662611491</id><published>2007-05-08T16:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-08T17:13:27.771+08:00</updated><title type='text'>multiracial</title><content type='html'>So the other day I went for class and my teacher says I look Arab.Pretty weird considering I'm not of Arab heritage.Being of a mixed heritage,people usually guess correct when they say I look Indian or Pakistani.My dad's Pakistani and my mum's Indian cause her dad's an Indian too.But &lt;em&gt;her&lt;/em&gt; mum has a Thai-Chinese mother and a Punjabi father.Which makes me a product of all 5 cultures.I'm multiracial,literally.Usually you can guess a person's heritage by looking at them.But those of a mixed heritage,like my cousin Shereen as well,are harder to tell.Especially so since she's got brown eyes.So sometimes she tells people she's part German or she's from Switzerland and shit.It's really funny.What's funnier is when people find out I can speak Malay.So I'm not a pro in the subject but I &lt;em&gt;can&lt;/em&gt; converse and write in the language fine and that's good considering I'm not Malay.So give me some credit.It's not my fault mengelak(prevent) and menggalak(encourage) happen to sound similar and I always get them confused.It's real amusing when malay people talk about me openly because they think I don't understand.It's like having a secret identity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_8ahpspS7WUE/RkA--M7wWlI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/fsKt8vKvo2U/s1600-h/DSC07033.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_8ahpspS7WUE/RkA--M7wWlI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/fsKt8vKvo2U/s320/DSC07033.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062115219509107282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_8ahpspS7WUE/RkA-nM7wWkI/AAAAAAAAAYI/ofd0SP5vxHk/s1600-h/DSC07314.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_8ahpspS7WUE/RkA-nM7wWkI/AAAAAAAAAYI/ofd0SP5vxHk/s320/DSC07314.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062114824372116034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And on a good note,EXAMS ARE OVER!I smell liberation in the air.Bring on the parties!Let's get rocked out and boozed,as I'm sure Hanis would say.I think we're one of the earliest schools to finish our exams.Raffles finish on Thursday and Temasek finish this Friday.If it werent for the rest of the year,I swear I would have already burned my books.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sal, Ain and I are going to watch Phantom on the 19th,day before it stops showing.We're still finding more people to go watch with us.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14621163-8309342585662611491?l=sillywonkers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sillywonkers.blogspot.com/feeds/8309342585662611491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14621163&amp;postID=8309342585662611491&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14621163/posts/default/8309342585662611491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14621163/posts/default/8309342585662611491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sillywonkers.blogspot.com/2007/05/multiracial.html' title='multiracial'/><author><name>tasneem</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14199524172621268526</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/_8ahpspS7WUE/SQG-DWMnmPI/AAAAAAAAAnM/fEn8vjaJfQw/S220/DSC05442.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_8ahpspS7WUE/RkA--M7wWlI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/fsKt8vKvo2U/s72-c/DSC07033.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14621163.post-2195406436344917166</id><published>2007-05-03T16:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-03T16:31:21.126+08:00</updated><title type='text'>idol fallen from grace</title><content type='html'>Watching &lt;em&gt;Crossroad&lt;/em&gt;s the other day,2 things came to mind.Well actually one's an idea and the other's a realization.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think roadtrips are totally cool.Zaf and I were texting each other during the show,talking about the roadtrip &lt;em&gt;we'll&lt;/em&gt; have.Too bad we can't roadtrip around Singapore.Half a day and hey,you're back where you started!I want to go to Europe,it's always been a dream of mine to go there,especially Paris!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_8ahpspS7WUE/RjmZyc7wWgI/AAAAAAAAAXo/_d55jyiS8Mk/s1600-h/Eiffel_Tower_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_8ahpspS7WUE/RjmZyc7wWgI/AAAAAAAAAXo/_d55jyiS8Mk/s320/Eiffel_Tower_1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060244748366797314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We'll ride a cadillac on our roadtrip and go to really cool places,well really,just like Crossroads except none of us would be pregnant or engaged to a bozo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_8ahpspS7WUE/RjmZmc7wWfI/AAAAAAAAAXg/svgj6340JZY/s1600-h/1959-Cadillac-Eldorado-1280.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_8ahpspS7WUE/RjmZmc7wWfI/AAAAAAAAAXg/svgj6340JZY/s320/1959-Cadillac-Eldorado-1280.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060244542208367090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And while watching Britney in the movie,all young and sweet,I realized how much I miss the old Britney Spears.She was so pretty and sweet and everyone loved her.I did.I bought her CD,knew all her songs,had posters of her,even &lt;em&gt;stickers &lt;/em&gt;of her(which I still have by the way).It's not that I was an obsessed fan or anything,I just really liked her.She was my idol.I remember in Primary 2,my teacher told us to write a composition on our idols and &lt;em&gt;surprise surprise&lt;/em&gt;,who did I write on.And then she screwed up her life.She got married and pregnant and Britney Spears wasnt Britney Spears anymore.I think the whole mess started when she broke off with Justin Timberlake.They were so good together,whatever went wrong between them?I can't recall the reason they split.Since then,her life just became one huge poo.I don't dislike or hate her now,I just feel really sorry for her and I'm sad that she's not the same Britney who used to be my idol,whose music videos I'd watch and dance to.Whatever happened Britney,I miss you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_8ahpspS7WUE/Rjmb_M7wWiI/AAAAAAAAAX4/iM5JlhJdKmA/s1600-h/Britney-Spears-243.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_8ahpspS7WUE/Rjmb_M7wWiI/AAAAAAAAAX4/iM5JlhJdKmA/s320/Britney-Spears-243.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060247166433384994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_8ahpspS7WUE/Rjmbxc7wWhI/AAAAAAAAAXw/n0BqLGJTtps/s1600-h/britney-spears-tv.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_8ahpspS7WUE/Rjmbxc7wWhI/AAAAAAAAAXw/n0BqLGJTtps/s320/britney-spears-tv.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060246930210183698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_8ahpspS7WUE/RjmcKc7wWjI/AAAAAAAAAYA/scgvuQQ_Xxg/s1600-h/brit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_8ahpspS7WUE/RjmcKc7wWjI/AAAAAAAAAYA/scgvuQQ_Xxg/s320/brit.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060247359706913330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far,Ain, Sal and Sharan want to watch Phantom of the Opera.I'm going to ask around some more.Let me know if you want to go!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14621163-2195406436344917166?l=sillywonkers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sillywonkers.blogspot.com/feeds/2195406436344917166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14621163&amp;postID=2195406436344917166&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14621163/posts/default/2195406436344917166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14621163/posts/default/2195406436344917166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sillywonkers.blogspot.com/2007/05/idol-fallen-from-grace.html' title='idol fallen from grace'/><author><name>tasneem</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14199524172621268526</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/_8ahpspS7WUE/SQG-DWMnmPI/AAAAAAAAAnM/fEn8vjaJfQw/S220/DSC05442.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_8ahpspS7WUE/RjmZyc7wWgI/AAAAAAAAAXo/_d55jyiS8Mk/s72-c/Eiffel_Tower_1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14621163.post-5884929064693970455</id><published>2007-05-02T18:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-02T18:57:02.278+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Taking a break from studying for Chemistry.You know it's not so bad.I was so afraid to open my book and study cause I was afraid I wouldnt understand anything but I do.I actually like Chemistry.Right now,I think it's easier than Biology which is all memorizing and chunky info.But Chem's common sense and logic.So it's all cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 more days to liberty!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're planning to go watch Don't Look Back/Jangan Pandang Belakang on the day we have off from school(explain : Tkg did well in the O-levels and Syf this year that they're giving us an off day on the 14th of May) in lieu of Nani's birthday.I'm still deciding what on her wishlist to get her.Then there's Zaf's and Hanis' birthdays as well.I'm gonna go broke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shazee's watching Phantom of the Opera.I want to watch it too!I'll go see if Ain and a few others want to watch it.We can go watch it as part of the post-exams celebration.YEE-HA!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14621163-5884929064693970455?l=sillywonkers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8ahpspS7WUE/SQG-DWMnmPI/AAAAAAAAAnM/fEn8vjaJfQw/S220/DSC05442.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14621163.post-1945970904162562276</id><published>2007-04-30T17:06:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-30T17:07:37.155+08:00</updated><title type='text'>test yourself</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.truefriendtest.com/friendtest/313418"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.truefriendtest.com/friend/313418/1.gif" alt="Leaderboard" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.truefriendtest.com"&gt;&lt;br &gt;Create your own Friend Test here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just do it you suckers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14621163-1945970904162562276?l=sillywonkers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8ahpspS7WUE/SQG-DWMnmPI/AAAAAAAAAnM/fEn8vjaJfQw/S220/DSC05442.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14621163.post-8385560099037098734</id><published>2007-04-30T16:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-30T16:43:31.124+08:00</updated><title type='text'>weddings and songs and dougie poynter</title><content type='html'>Joyce and I were bored one free period last week and so we started singing songs.And we've got pretty much the same taste in music!We used to like the same old bands,S Club 7, Backstreet Boys, A1, Blue, Westlife.Though half the bands have disbanded,they'll remain as my few favourite bands always.But my ALL-TIME favourite band will ALWAYS be MCFLY.The world can come crashing down,the stars can drop from the sky,the sun can rise from west and I'll still love Mcfly.Moo,Ain,Diy and I will wait for the day they have a concert here.I don't care if the tickets are expensive.They can cost 5oo bucks for all I care,I'll still pay to watch them,watch DOUGIE POYNTER!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_8ahpspS7WUE/RjWp8M7wWcI/AAAAAAAAAXI/ul8o9wLUkRg/s1600-h/mcfly2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_8ahpspS7WUE/RjWp8M7wWcI/AAAAAAAAAXI/ul8o9wLUkRg/s320/mcfly2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059136608149723586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_8ahpspS7WUE/RjWqms7wWeI/AAAAAAAAAXY/sU2OdoDHh9I/s1600-h/Dougie_Poynter_4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_8ahpspS7WUE/RjWqms7wWeI/AAAAAAAAAXY/sU2OdoDHh9I/s320/Dougie_Poynter_4.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059137338294163938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_8ahpspS7WUE/RjWqQM7wWdI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/nF7a84Sd2OM/s1600-h/565724lr.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_8ahpspS7WUE/RjWqQM7wWdI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/nF7a84Sd2OM/s320/565724lr.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059136951747107282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His vocals are so hot in Transylvania,my current earworm,as Mega would put it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder who's got a phone number similar to mine.The other day this woman called me and asked if I wanted to confirm a wedding banquet at the Ritz Carlton.It was rather amusing.Of course I told her no.Maybe I should have just confirmed it,considering it's the Carlton.Maybe Dougie Poynter is groom!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14621163-8385560099037098734?l=sillywonkers.blogspot.com' alt='' 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First there was Jack in Titanic, then Boone in Lost and yesterday, Jake's-character-in-Good-Girl-whose-name-I-forgot in Good Girl.I don't really like the movie.It's so slow-moving.Crossroads is showing next week.I've already and yeah it's a stupid movie but I like it,AND the guy's hot. So call me shallow but admit it,without eye candy,a movie would be &lt;strong&gt;boring.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight's Miss Singapore Universe is different however.No offense,but there ain't no eye candy and as usual,this year's winner will not win anything at the Miss Universe 2007.But it's fun to see the contestants make fools out of themselves.Really,no offense to anyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God I just realized how superficial and bitchy I sound in this crap post&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14621163-2568391289620967689?l=sillywonkers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sillywonkers.blogspot.com/feeds/2568391289620967689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14621163&amp;postID=2568391289620967689&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14621163/posts/default/2568391289620967689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14621163/posts/default/2568391289620967689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sillywonkers.blogspot.com/2007/04/what-is-it-with-tv-producers-killing.html' title=''/><author><name>tasneem</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14199524172621268526</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/_8ahpspS7WUE/SQG-DWMnmPI/AAAAAAAAAnM/fEn8vjaJfQw/S220/DSC05442.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14621163.post-9080112230075127663</id><published>2007-04-20T16:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-20T16:40:21.593+08:00</updated><title type='text'>tgif</title><content type='html'>I've been eating apple strudel for 3 days in a row.I always go to Polar and check to see if they have it and they always don't.So the other day they did and it would have been pretty dumb not to buy it.And just my luck,there was only one left today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been a long time since I've gone home straight after school on a Friday.Usually I have French class but it's E-learning week,not that I'm E-learning anything.It's kinda nice cause everyone's got CCAs on Friday and I'm at home,mucking around.It's nice not to do anything,to just do nothing.I've been so busy that I'm not complaining of boredom right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the basketball recreation team is doing dragonboating for CIP this year.Is that cool or whatttttt.Definitely coooooool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apple strudels just make my day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14621163-9080112230075127663?l=sillywonkers.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8ahpspS7WUE/SQG-DWMnmPI/AAAAAAAAAnM/fEn8vjaJfQw/S220/DSC05442.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14621163.post-8260829483045147055</id><published>2007-04-17T20:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-17T20:29:22.320+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A CRAZY WOMAN WHO WAS HAVING HER PERIOD WENT TO THE TOP OF A BUILDING AND JUMPED DOWN.WHY?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Because she wanted to test out the wings of her pad to see if she could fly.She died of course.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14621163-8260829483045147055?l=sillywonkers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sillywonkers.blogspot.com/feeds/8260829483045147055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14621163&amp;postID=8260829483045147055&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14621163/posts/default/8260829483045147055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14621163/posts/default/8260829483045147055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sillywonkers.blogspot.com/2007/04/crazy-woman-who-was-having-her-period.html' title=''/><author><name>tasneem</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14199524172621268526</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/_8ahpspS7WUE/SQG-DWMnmPI/AAAAAAAAAnM/fEn8vjaJfQw/S220/DSC05442.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14621163.post-7168494792503732372</id><published>2007-04-17T19:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-17T19:16:05.539+08:00</updated><title type='text'>chocolate chip cookie dough</title><content type='html'>BEN AND JERRY FREE CONE DAY!&lt;br /&gt;I was positive they were giving free ice cream cones but Gina and Maria kept insisting that they were just giving out free &lt;em&gt;cones&lt;/em&gt;,and we had to pay for the ice cream cause usually,cones are paid for.But it was free &lt;em&gt;ice cream&lt;/em&gt;.I met Hanis after school and we went to get ours from White Sands.I can't believe she was a Ben and Jerry virgin.We queued twice and ate 2 cones each.Fattening yeah,but hell,it's &lt;strong&gt;ice cream&lt;/strong&gt;,&lt;em&gt;Ben and Jerry's &lt;/em&gt;ice cream.And you don't need no dosh.I smsed Zaf and Moo to tell them it was free cone day and Zaf called back straightaway,saying she and Moo were queing up for their &lt;em&gt;third&lt;/em&gt; cone.Now that's my mamas!Then Hanis set up a conference call and so the 4 of us were talking,Zaf and Moo right in front of each other,Hanis and I in front of each other.I mostly heard Hanis talking in my ear than on the phone.Likewise with Zaf and Moo.And there was the clown!He was going around asking if anyone wanted balloons and so I asked for a sword.&lt;em&gt;Don't ask&lt;/em&gt;.I wanted to ask for something random but a sword was all I could think of.Hanis asked for a flower.She didnt want it so I got it (: Chocolate Chip Cookie Dough is still my favourite.I hate the cones though,makes me sick.It's so pukey-fying.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14621163-7168494792503732372?l=sillywonkers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8ahpspS7WUE/SQG-DWMnmPI/AAAAAAAAAnM/fEn8vjaJfQw/S220/DSC05442.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14621163.post-930507985853971127</id><published>2007-04-15T18:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-15T18:44:14.034+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_8ahpspS7WUE/RiIA8sqcBoI/AAAAAAAAAXA/B8t2iWoEuew/s1600-h/100_0966.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_8ahpspS7WUE/RiIA8sqcBoI/AAAAAAAAAXA/B8t2iWoEuew/s320/100_0966.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053602774644426370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know people take lots of toilet photos nowadays.You can't blame them,it's kinda fun,in a sick,smelly way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_8ahpspS7WUE/RiIAlcqcBnI/AAAAAAAAAW4/nHPf_pl-eco/s1600-h/100_0968.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_8ahpspS7WUE/RiIAlcqcBnI/AAAAAAAAAW4/nHPf_pl-eco/s320/100_0968.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053602375212467826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel pretty accomplished this weekend.I actually finished my homework and did some studying.I even went to the library to borrow books and on top of that,I watched &lt;em&gt;View From The Top&lt;/em&gt;.I love Gwyneth Paltrow.Now tell me my weekend wasn't well spent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sha : Haha,too late for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ain : I don't believe all that Friday the 13th bull.But it's still fun to spook people.And YES KINDER BUENO (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hanis : YESSS WE NEED TO MEET UP.JUNE HOLIDAYS JUNE HOLIDAYS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zaff : No you do not.You look cute! (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14621163-930507985853971127?l=sillywonkers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sillywonkers.blogspot.com/feeds/930507985853971127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14621163&amp;postID=930507985853971127&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14621163/posts/default/930507985853971127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14621163/posts/default/930507985853971127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sillywonkers.blogspot.com/2007/04/i-know-people-take-lots-of-toilet.html' title=''/><author><name>tasneem</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14199524172621268526</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/_8ahpspS7WUE/SQG-DWMnmPI/AAAAAAAAAnM/fEn8vjaJfQw/S220/DSC05442.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_8ahpspS7WUE/RiIA8sqcBoI/AAAAAAAAAXA/B8t2iWoEuew/s72-c/100_0966.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14621163.post-5214247377896537754</id><published>2007-04-12T20:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-13T11:24:50.351+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I did surprisingly fine for Controle.Izza's the champ.So far she got the highest mark,and she doesnt even go for class!Which means we don't have to go either and we'll still be able to score.I'm sure Babiloy would be &lt;em&gt;extremely&lt;/em&gt; glad.She says there's a teacher to observe in class tomorrow and she told us ''Please be early''. We &lt;em&gt;always&lt;/em&gt; are,it's just that we hang around in the canteen for awhile,&lt;em&gt;okay for like 15 minutes&lt;/em&gt;,before going to class,hence being 'late'.Except Roger,he's always punctual.Ping's right,if it weren't for our common dislike for Babiloy,our french class would never be this bonded.But it's cool.We've even got scandals don't we Zaff? (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_8ahpspS7WUE/Rh4zfMqcBgI/AAAAAAAAAWA/qCCOPk3wlKg/s1600-h/100_0940.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_8ahpspS7WUE/Rh4zfMqcBgI/AAAAAAAAAWA/qCCOPk3wlKg/s320/100_0940.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052532443024459266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;L'election presedentielle missing Syaf&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_8ahpspS7WUE/Rh4zucqcBhI/AAAAAAAAAWI/T-7if0vJu_M/s1600-h/100_0939.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_8ahpspS7WUE/Rh4zucqcBhI/AAAAAAAAAWI/T-7if0vJu_M/s320/100_0939.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052532705017464338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_8ahpspS7WUE/Rh4z9cqcBiI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/q9yMmJqfbAc/s1600-h/100_0944.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_8ahpspS7WUE/Rh4z9cqcBiI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/q9yMmJqfbAc/s320/100_0944.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052532962715502114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Izza looking all blur&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_8ahpspS7WUE/Rh40XMqcBjI/AAAAAAAAAWY/0a9BhGiE5m8/s1600-h/100_0945.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_8ahpspS7WUE/Rh40XMqcBjI/AAAAAAAAAWY/0a9BhGiE5m8/s320/100_0945.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052533405097133618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_8ahpspS7WUE/Rh407MqcBlI/AAAAAAAAAWo/O58qGAteA_0/s1600-h/100_0951.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_8ahpspS7WUE/Rh407MqcBlI/AAAAAAAAAWo/O58qGAteA_0/s320/100_0951.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052534023572424274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_8ahpspS7WUE/Rh40n8qcBkI/AAAAAAAAAWg/XljspLwXPA8/s1600-h/100_0952.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_8ahpspS7WUE/Rh40n8qcBkI/AAAAAAAAAWg/XljspLwXPA8/s320/100_0952.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052533692859942466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_8ahpspS7WUE/Rh41NsqcBmI/AAAAAAAAAWw/2ARXdEuN48M/s1600-h/100_0928.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_8ahpspS7WUE/Rh41NsqcBmI/AAAAAAAAAWw/2ARXdEuN48M/s320/100_0928.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052534341400004194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laughter Club!&lt;br /&gt;Aye sir!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14621163-5214247377896537754?l=sillywonkers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sillywonkers.blogspot.com/feeds/5214247377896537754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14621163&amp;postID=5214247377896537754&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14621163/posts/default/5214247377896537754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14621163/posts/default/5214247377896537754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sillywonkers.blogspot.com/2007/04/i-did-surprisingly-fine-for-controle.html' title=''/><author><name>tasneem</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14199524172621268526</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/_8ahpspS7WUE/SQG-DWMnmPI/AAAAAAAAAnM/fEn8vjaJfQw/S220/DSC05442.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_8ahpspS7WUE/Rh4zfMqcBgI/AAAAAAAAAWA/qCCOPk3wlKg/s72-c/100_0940.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14621163.post-444693908094736589</id><published>2007-04-12T20:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-12T20:31:51.601+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Zaff&lt;/strong&gt; : YEAH GIVE IT TO ME BAYBEH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Andik&lt;/strong&gt; : Hey I do tag okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nani&lt;/strong&gt; : I don't think anyone ever does.Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nadia&lt;/strong&gt; : Thanks. Yeah,cant wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rachel&lt;/strong&gt; : Well it WAS April Fool.And it's fun (: Especially when silly people like you fall for it!Haha. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your April Fool's Day Prank Should Be&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whataprilfoolsprankshouldyouplayquiz/prank-8.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Putting goldfish in the water cooler&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogthings.com/whataprilfoolsprankshouldyouplayquiz/"&gt;What April Fool's Prank Should You Play?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14621163-444693908094736589?l=sillywonkers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sillywonkers.blogspot.com/feeds/444693908094736589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14621163&amp;postID=444693908094736589&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14621163/posts/default/444693908094736589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14621163/posts/default/444693908094736589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sillywonkers.blogspot.com/2007/04/zaff-yeah-give-it-to-me-baybeh-andik.html' title=''/><author><name>tasneem</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14199524172621268526</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/_8ahpspS7WUE/SQG-DWMnmPI/AAAAAAAAAnM/fEn8vjaJfQw/S220/DSC05442.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14621163.post-7394023738694154150</id><published>2007-04-10T16:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-10T17:20:24.345+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fridays</title><content type='html'>GOOOOOD FRIDAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know it's a late post but whatever.Went to watch &lt;em&gt;The Number 23 &lt;/em&gt;with some of the 2/3 girlies. It was a thriller,a pretty good one considering I &lt;strong&gt;hate&lt;/strong&gt; Jim Carrey.And the numbet 23 kept getting us spooked.We realized that last year,we were in class 2/3.Yesterday,Nani, Sharifah and I each brought 32 bucks to school,32 the opposite of 23.And Nani scored 23 for her A math test.I have yet to calculate my name to see if it adds up to 23.It's not that I'm scared,I'm &lt;em&gt;hoping&lt;/em&gt; it'll add up to 23(won't it be coool?).I'm just lazy cause my name's so long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of Fridays,this Friday is none other than Friday the 13th!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_8ahpspS7WUE/RhtVzcqcBfI/AAAAAAAAAV4/QHz6Qaoit2g/s1600-h/23%255B8%255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_8ahpspS7WUE/RhtVzcqcBfI/AAAAAAAAAV4/QHz6Qaoit2g/s320/23%255B8%255D.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051725749382022642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funky decor by &lt;em&gt;yours truly&lt;/em&gt;.Tell me Faith's hair isnt cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_8ahpspS7WUE/RhtVvcqcBeI/AAAAAAAAAVw/WL4KI6Vei48/s1600-h/23%255B6%255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_8ahpspS7WUE/RhtVvcqcBeI/AAAAAAAAAVw/WL4KI6Vei48/s320/23%255B6%255D.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051725680662545890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_8ahpspS7WUE/RhtVqsqcBdI/AAAAAAAAAVo/GoI47yoWuyA/s1600-h/23%255B5%255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_8ahpspS7WUE/RhtVqsqcBdI/AAAAAAAAAVo/GoI47yoWuyA/s320/23%255B5%255D.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051725599058167250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_8ahpspS7WUE/RhtVjMqcBcI/AAAAAAAAAVg/c0VpV7LyQnM/s1600-h/23%255B4%255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_8ahpspS7WUE/RhtVjMqcBcI/AAAAAAAAAVg/c0VpV7LyQnM/s320/23%255B4%255D.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051725470209148354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking at the &lt;em&gt;wrong&lt;/em&gt; camera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_8ahpspS7WUE/RhtVasqcBbI/AAAAAAAAAVY/FQ-FEuKNv3s/s1600-h/23%255B3%255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_8ahpspS7WUE/RhtVasqcBbI/AAAAAAAAAVY/FQ-FEuKNv3s/s320/23%255B3%255D.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051725324180260274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_8ahpspS7WUE/RhtVUcqcBaI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/x8taJxyV9ns/s1600-h/23%255B2%255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_8ahpspS7WUE/RhtVUcqcBaI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/x8taJxyV9ns/s320/23%255B2%255D.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051725216806077858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andik pushed me away!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_8ahpspS7WUE/RhtVFMqcBZI/AAAAAAAAAVI/kqdaoemQ0Og/s1600-h/23%255B1%255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_8ahpspS7WUE/RhtVFMqcBZI/AAAAAAAAAVI/kqdaoemQ0Og/s320/23%255B1%255D.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051724954813072786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;y&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14621163-7394023738694154150?l=sillywonkers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sillywonkers.blogspot.com/feeds/7394023738694154150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14621163&amp;postID=7394023738694154150&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14621163/posts/default/7394023738694154150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14621163/posts/default/7394023738694154150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sillywonkers.blogspot.com/2007/04/fridays.html' title='Fridays'/><author><name>tasneem</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14199524172621268526</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/_8ahpspS7WUE/SQG-DWMnmPI/AAAAAAAAAnM/fEn8vjaJfQw/S220/DSC05442.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_8ahpspS7WUE/RhtVzcqcBfI/AAAAAAAAAV4/QHz6Qaoit2g/s72-c/23%255B8%255D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14621163.post-6493427555383453975</id><published>2007-04-09T19:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-09T19:57:04.423+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I LOVE THIS SKIN.THE ALIGNMENT'S ALL FINE,THE PICTURES DONT GET BLOCKED.COOOOOOOOL.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14621163-6493427555383453975?l=sillywonkers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sillywonkers.blogspot.com/feeds/6493427555383453975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14621163&amp;postID=6493427555383453975&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14621163/posts/default/6493427555383453975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14621163/posts/default/6493427555383453975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sillywonkers.blogspot.com/2007/04/i-love-this-skin.html' title=''/><author><name>tasneem</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14199524172621268526</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/_8ahpspS7WUE/SQG-DWMnmPI/AAAAAAAAAnM/fEn8vjaJfQw/S220/DSC05442.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14621163.post-7927306610402700665</id><published>2007-04-08T18:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-08T19:03:07.202+08:00</updated><title type='text'>small world</title><content type='html'>So I was looking at who had viewed my Friendster profile and I came across a girl with the same name as me.And this &lt;em&gt;other&lt;/em&gt; Tasneem actually went to Parveen's wedding as well.She told me she was looking at my Friendster photos and saw the wedding photos and realized she'd been to the same wedding.Only she isn't related to Parveen.She was from the groom's side.And yet again,it's a small world after all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rachel&lt;/strong&gt; : Haha.Who's the gay one who&lt;em&gt; believe&lt;/em&gt;d I had dengue?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sha&lt;/strong&gt; : SILLY SHARAN! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hui Xin&lt;/strong&gt; : Whatever. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sha&lt;/strong&gt; : Yes the joke was funny.Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Zaff&lt;/strong&gt; : YEAH BABILOY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ain &lt;/strong&gt;: You always are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nani&lt;/strong&gt; : Okay and thanks!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14621163-7927306610402700665?l=sillywonkers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sillywonkers.blogspot.com/feeds/7927306610402700665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14621163&amp;postID=7927306610402700665&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14621163/posts/default/7927306610402700665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14621163/posts/default/7927306610402700665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sillywonkers.blogspot.com/2007/04/small-world.html' title='small world'/><author><name>tasneem</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14199524172621268526</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/_8ahpspS7WUE/SQG-DWMnmPI/AAAAAAAAAnM/fEn8vjaJfQw/S220/DSC05442.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14621163.post-171471005618854667</id><published>2007-04-03T16:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-03T16:44:39.608+08:00</updated><title type='text'>real fools</title><content type='html'>I can't believe how gullible people are sometimes.On Sunday,April Fools Day,I sms-ed Sharifah and Hannah and told them I had dengue fever and wouldn't be going to school for 2 weeks.The plan was to let them go on thinking I had fever and then show up at school yesterday and shock them silly.They were so worried,even thinking of visiting me at the hospital(Changi I said).Sharifah told me to look out for cute doctors or guy nurses.It was all I could do from telling her the truth.And then &lt;em&gt;yesterday&lt;/em&gt;,I didn't go to school cause I woke up and my eyes were all painful.I couldnt even open them and I kept tearing.Hui Xin says it's retribution.Well I wonder what &lt;em&gt;her&lt;/em&gt; retribution is for telling people she broke her leg.When I went to school today,everyone was asking "So how's your dengue fever?" It's hilarious how foolish people are (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14621163-171471005618854667?l=sillywonkers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sillywonkers.blogspot.com/feeds/171471005618854667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14621163&amp;postID=171471005618854667&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14621163/posts/default/171471005618854667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14621163/posts/default/171471005618854667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sillywonkers.blogspot.com/2007/04/real-fools.html' title='real fools'/><author><name>tasneem</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14199524172621268526</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/_8ahpspS7WUE/SQG-DWMnmPI/AAAAAAAAAnM/fEn8vjaJfQw/S220/DSC05442.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14621163.post-4222500009746032590</id><published>2007-04-02T12:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-02T12:25:26.306+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Nadia &lt;/strong&gt;: Oh I'm sure I'll still collect more money than you. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hanis &lt;/strong&gt;: No it's true.I shall tell you about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Moo&lt;/strong&gt; : Spoilsport!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sha&lt;/strong&gt; : SHARANYO!LOVE YA TOOOOO. &lt;33&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hanis&lt;/strong&gt; : Hello to you too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Shuuyin &lt;/strong&gt;:  HELLOOOO SHUUYIN (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sal&lt;/strong&gt; : Yeah I know what you mean.Haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ain&lt;/strong&gt; : You can lose the ability to whistle.My cousin did too.And I can too whistle now.Well okay,&lt;em&gt;a bit&lt;/em&gt;. YEAH the equation!Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hanis &lt;/strong&gt;: Haha.Good for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sal &lt;/strong&gt;: No you're not being ignored.I'm just having a teensy trouble uploading the video. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Siti &lt;/strong&gt;: Thanks honey!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sha&lt;/strong&gt; : Haha yeah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Atiqa &lt;/strong&gt;: Haha.The week before the March holidays,only FOUR people turned up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Shef :&lt;/strong&gt; April Fool babe! (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14621163-4222500009746032590?l=sillywonkers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sillywonkers.blogspot.com/feeds/4222500009746032590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14621163&amp;postID=4222500009746032590&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14621163/posts/default/4222500009746032590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14621163/posts/default/4222500009746032590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sillywonkers.blogspot.com/2007/04/nadia-oh-im-sure-ill-still-collect-more.html' title=''/><author><name>tasneem</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14199524172621268526</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/_8ahpspS7WUE/SQG-DWMnmPI/AAAAAAAAAnM/fEn8vjaJfQw/S220/DSC05442.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14621163.post-4922981081007438525</id><published>2007-03-30T21:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-02T17:12:19.469+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>SPORTS DAY SPORTS DAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got FIRST for cheerleading!3 cheers for 3/3! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HIP HIP HURRAH!&lt;br /&gt;HIP HIP HURRAH!&lt;br /&gt;HIP HIP HURRAH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When they announced the results,they said 3/2 got second place and since there were only 3 performinc classes from each level,we knew we'd won and we started screaming and jumping up and down and hugging each other.It was truly an awesome moment.All those practices during the holidays,after school,&lt;em&gt;before &lt;/em&gt;school and during recess paid off.We got 2nd for banner,which isn't too bad.Our sports however,let's just say we didn't get to cheer as much as we wanted to.We got 3rd place for the last even,4 by 100m relay cause Tessa and Hui Xin had rushed from their badminton tournament to run.Kudos to you!Sports Day was a fab affair.A couple of us went to eat at Banquet at Parkway before we made our way to Bedok Stadium.And it rained!So all events had to be suspended for at least half an hour.Cheerleaders used this time to squeeze in practices.Ain and Hannah got wacky with their water bottles and decided to make me the victim of said water bottles.And so it was the Battle of the Bottles.Hannah and I sprayed Sal and Hannah rubbed melted chocolate ice cream on Sal's cheek.Lordy was she mad.I could go on and on about Friday but it'll probably be too boring to read because I myself don't read long posts so pictures shall do.As they say,a picture paints a thousand words (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_8ahpspS7WUE/RhB-TtTiVXI/AAAAAAAAAUg/w5XXwCBgbLg/s1600-h/100_0887.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_8ahpspS7WUE/RhB-TtTiVXI/AAAAAAAAAUg/w5XXwCBgbLg/s320/100_0887.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048674059326477682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sharifah and nani were amused at the underwear elenna bought&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_8ahpspS7WUE/RhB-0tTiVYI/AAAAAAAAAUo/HJZzgpxMFnc/s1600-h/100_0893.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_8ahpspS7WUE/RhB-0tTiVYI/AAAAAAAAAUo/HJZzgpxMFnc/s320/100_0893.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048674626262160770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 amigos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_8ahpspS7WUE/Rg55udTiVUI/AAAAAAAAAUI/e9mpDYhjHQI/s1600-h/100_0898.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_8ahpspS7WUE/Rg55udTiVUI/AAAAAAAAAUI/e9mpDYhjHQI/s320/100_0898.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048106071376418114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_8ahpspS7WUE/Rg50qdTiVPI/AAAAAAAAATg/fUgFEXrpFAg/s1600-h/100_0903.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_8ahpspS7WUE/Rg50qdTiVPI/AAAAAAAAATg/fUgFEXrpFAg/s320/100_0903.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048100505098802418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lovely banner&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_8ahpspS7WUE/Rg5zEtTiVNI/AAAAAAAAATQ/bv7wLwMyTxk/s1600-h/100_0906.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_8ahpspS7WUE/Rg5zEtTiVNI/AAAAAAAAATQ/bv7wLwMyTxk/s320/100_0906.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048098757047112914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;practice practice!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_8ahpspS7WUE/Rg5wbdTiVLI/AAAAAAAAATA/gOf33m33IvM/s1600-h/100_0909.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_8ahpspS7WUE/Rg5wbdTiVLI/AAAAAAAAATA/gOf33m33IvM/s320/100_0909.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048095849354253490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ice-cream collection,hence the wide grins (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_8ahpspS7WUE/Rg5tmNTiVII/AAAAAAAAASo/JiX-h5azYnc/s1600-h/100_0913.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_8ahpspS7WUE/Rg5tmNTiVII/AAAAAAAAASo/JiX-h5azYnc/s320/100_0913.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048092735502963842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after mass-dancing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_8ahpspS7WUE/RhB_PtTiVZI/AAAAAAAAAUw/XmkT3h6efNM/s1600-h/100_0916.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_8ahpspS7WUE/RhB_PtTiVZI/AAAAAAAAAUw/XmkT3h6efNM/s320/100_0916.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048675090118628754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fab 5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_8ahpspS7WUE/Rg0M49TiVBI/AAAAAAAAARw/axuVjHbMUbA/s1600-h/100_0921.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_8ahpspS7WUE/Rg0M49TiVBI/AAAAAAAAARw/axuVjHbMUbA/s320/100_0921.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5047704930020906002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aftermath of the Battle of the Bottles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_8ahpspS7WUE/Rg0MQdTiVAI/AAAAAAAAARo/Pa-LOX5JEnU/s1600-h/100_0922.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_8ahpspS7WUE/Rg0MQdTiVAI/AAAAAAAAARo/Pa-LOX5JEnU/s320/100_0922.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5047704234236204034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the Hannah-nah and me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_8ahpspS7WUE/Rg0L6dTiU_I/AAAAAAAAARg/b2C6TLQPH2w/s1600-h/100_0924.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_8ahpspS7WUE/Rg0L6dTiU_I/AAAAAAAAARg/b2C6TLQPH2w/s320/100_0924.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5047703856279081970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cheerleaders!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are only a few photos.I uploaded the whole album onto Yahoo so here's the link :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://asia.pg.photos.yahoo.com/ph/tarsmarsbars/album?.dir=e4a0scd&amp;.src=ph&amp;store=&amp;prodid=&amp;.done=http%3a//asia.pg.photos.yahoo.com/ph//my_photos"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://asia.pg.photos.yahoo.com/ph/tarsmarsbars/album?.dir=e4a0scd&amp;.src=ph&amp;store=&amp;prodid=&amp;.done=http%3a//asia.pg.photos.yahoo.com/ph//my_photos&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/PbHMJIRG538"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/PbHMJIRG538" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couln't upload mine so this is the one Ting Ke uploaded.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14621163-4922981081007438525?l=sillywonkers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sillywonkers.blogspot.com/feeds/4922981081007438525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14621163&amp;postID=4922981081007438525&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14621163/posts/default/4922981081007438525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14621163/posts/default/4922981081007438525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sillywonkers.blogspot.com/2007/03/sports-day-sports-day-we-got-first-for.html' title=''/><author><name>tasneem</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14199524172621268526</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/_8ahpspS7WUE/SQG-DWMnmPI/AAAAAAAAAnM/fEn8vjaJfQw/S220/DSC05442.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_8ahpspS7WUE/RhB-TtTiVXI/AAAAAAAAAUg/w5XXwCBgbLg/s72-c/100_0887.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14621163.post-675302497154912456</id><published>2007-03-29T20:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-29T20:40:34.059+08:00</updated><title type='text'>6 things</title><content type='html'>Ripped this from Shazee's blog.It's pretty cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Each player of this game starts out by giving 6 weird things about themselves. People who get tagged need to write in a blog of their own, 6 weird things as well as state the rules clearly. In the end, you need to choose 5 people to be tagged and list their names. After you do that, leave them a comment letting them know you tagged them and to read your blog!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I cannot eat cheese early in the morning like say, 5 or 6 am, just before I go to school. If I do,I'll get a really bad stomachache and need to shit.It's the case everyime I eat cheese real early in the morning,be it sliced or sprinkled on top of a bread or filled in a muffin.But give me cheese at 8 or 9 am and I'd be perfectly fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I used to be able to whistle,back when I didn't fully appreciate my ability.Then I lost it.I couldnt whistle for nuts.But now I've regained my ability.Go figure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. My feet are weird.I'm flat-footed and my left foot is slightly bigger than my right.I can tell because my left school shoe is tight and it kills me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. I do not eat onions.I don't know why but I suppose it's because my dad doesn't eat them as well and it kinda grew on me.When I order Mac's Cheeseburger,I use the pickle to scrape the onions out.Call it psychological,but everytime I eat onions(the &lt;em&gt;huge,visible &lt;/em&gt;ones,the ones that are all mashed up are a different matter) by accident,(like the time I ordered prata forgetting to ask it for without onions and had to eat huge pieces)I'll get a stomachache as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. I always sleep with my blanket on,even though it's so hot and I sweat.I've had my blanket since &lt;em&gt;forever&lt;/em&gt; and it keeps me safe and warm.I know it'll protect me from the boogeyman. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. I have luck with money.Once I found 10 Ringgit just lying on the floor.I opened the car door and it was &lt;em&gt;right there&lt;/em&gt; screaming my name.And once,9 bucks literally fell from the sky all folded nicely,waiting for me to catch it.And there was that time I picked up 50 bucks from the drain.HEY MUST BE THE MONEHHHH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tag &lt;br /&gt;-Zaff&lt;br /&gt;-Moo&lt;br /&gt;-Hanis&lt;br /&gt;-Ain&lt;br /&gt;-Sha&lt;br /&gt;-and well anyone who reads this&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14621163-675302497154912456?l=sillywonkers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sillywonkers.blogspot.com/feeds/675302497154912456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14621163&amp;postID=675302497154912456&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14621163/posts/default/675302497154912456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14621163/posts/default/675302497154912456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sillywonkers.blogspot.com/2007/03/6-things.html' title='6 things'/><author><name>tasneem</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14199524172621268526</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/_8ahpspS7WUE/SQG-DWMnmPI/AAAAAAAAAnM/fEn8vjaJfQw/S220/DSC05442.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14621163.post-5664363343276221213</id><published>2007-03-29T19:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-29T19:16:47.106+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BOOM DYNAMITE</title><content type='html'>I forgot to mention Agnes brought her sexy voice back (: She's got this really sexy,seductive, throaty voice that I like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3/3'S BOOM DYNAMITE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're the smartest non-triple science class and we're the best in sports and we donated the highest amount of money to the school(thanks to Tessa!).All we need now is to win the cheerleading and banner competitions and 3/3's the absolute coolest class you've ever seen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sports Day tomorrow.CHEERLEADING CHEERLEADING CHEERLEADING!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BOOM DYNAMITE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14621163-5664363343276221213?l=sillywonkers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sillywonkers.blogspot.com/feeds/5664363343276221213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14621163&amp;postID=5664363343276221213&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14621163/posts/default/5664363343276221213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14621163/posts/default/5664363343276221213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sillywonkers.blogspot.com/2007/03/boom-dynamite.html' title='BOOM DYNAMITE'/><author><name>tasneem</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14199524172621268526</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/_8ahpspS7WUE/SQG-DWMnmPI/AAAAAAAAAnM/fEn8vjaJfQw/S220/DSC05442.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14621163.post-8167413570127343847</id><published>2007-03-28T09:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-28T09:29:23.427+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>REPLIES &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Amirah:&lt;/strong&gt; Okay. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ain:&lt;/strong&gt; Reeealllyyy?Fascinating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sha:&lt;/strong&gt; Yes we need more bubbletea things and YES YESTERDAY WAS DA BOMB.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Joyce:&lt;/strong&gt; EL-GAY! If tomorrow never comes,then I must watch the Mr Bean movie today. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ping:&lt;/strong&gt; Oui!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heeqie: Yo!Miss you woman!Your link's there,go find it properly.(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mega:&lt;/strong&gt; Yeah and admit it,you like it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hanis:&lt;/strong&gt; Thanks! We're in the finals! We shall go out sooooon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Zaff:&lt;/strong&gt; Back atcha!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14621163-8167413570127343847?l=sillywonkers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sillywonkers.blogspot.com/feeds/8167413570127343847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14621163&amp;postID=8167413570127343847&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14621163/posts/default/8167413570127343847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14621163/posts/default/8167413570127343847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sillywonkers.blogspot.com/2007/03/replies-amirah-okay.html' title=''/><author><name>tasneem</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14199524172621268526</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/_8ahpspS7WUE/SQG-DWMnmPI/AAAAAAAAAnM/fEn8vjaJfQw/S220/DSC05442.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14621163.post-8169562060821169270</id><published>2007-03-28T09:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-28T09:18:47.310+08:00</updated><title type='text'>yo mama</title><content type='html'>Lunch with Sha, Parv the Perv, Joyce and Hannah at Macs yesterday.We started telling yo mama jokes after I told them jokes about a &lt;em&gt;certain teacher &lt;/em&gt;in our school.Shan't say who. (: Parv told the funniest one : Yo mama is so fat,when she jumped into the sea,she jumped straight into Hell. Joyce broke her specs from laughing so much. She didnt break it kayaking or trekking or climbing towers in OBS,&lt;em&gt;oh no&lt;/em&gt;.She broke it laughing at Macs.The world never ceases to amaze me.We've formed The Laughter Club,the 5 of us.Our aim is to laugh so much,we develop six pacs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Contributed by Mega:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do you make fun of a model's flat-chestedness?&lt;br /&gt;Go "knock knock" on her body and say "Whoops sorry,I thought it was a door"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14621163-8169562060821169270?l=sillywonkers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sillywonkers.blogspot.com/feeds/8169562060821169270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14621163&amp;postID=8169562060821169270&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14621163/posts/default/8169562060821169270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14621163/posts/default/8169562060821169270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sillywonkers.blogspot.com/2007/03/yo-mama.html' title='yo mama'/><author><name>tasneem</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14199524172621268526</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/_8ahpspS7WUE/SQG-DWMnmPI/AAAAAAAAAnM/fEn8vjaJfQw/S220/DSC05442.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14621163.post-4885724431564784051</id><published>2007-03-22T20:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-22T20:35:07.149+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Geog trek yesterday.We had to go around the school measuring the temperatures of different places.And Hannah had a camera handy.Well you know the rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_8ahpspS7WUE/RgJ08AQeIsI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/OHi8AhU8A_o/s1600-h/PICT1621.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_8ahpspS7WUE/RgJ08AQeIsI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/OHi8AhU8A_o/s320/PICT1621.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044723106818433730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_8ahpspS7WUE/RgJ02gQeIrI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/uu6dXQoFtk0/s1600-h/PICT1616.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_8ahpspS7WUE/RgJ02gQeIrI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/uu6dXQoFtk0/s320/PICT1616.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044723012329153202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plaster people.Mrs Loy had to go and spoil everything by telling us to take out our plasters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_8ahpspS7WUE/RgJ0vwQeIqI/AAAAAAAAAQs/KSjJ5tKTcHo/s1600-h/PICT1615.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_8ahpspS7WUE/RgJ0vwQeIqI/AAAAAAAAAQs/KSjJ5tKTcHo/s320/PICT1615.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044722896365036194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hannah and Joycey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_8ahpspS7WUE/RgJ1MAQeItI/AAAAAAAAARE/u4bL5CwhTJM/s1600-h/PICT1622.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_8ahpspS7WUE/RgJ1MAQeItI/AAAAAAAAARE/u4bL5CwhTJM/s320/PICT1622.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044723381696340690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;other two plaster people!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_8ahpspS7WUE/RgJ0kQQeIoI/AAAAAAAAAQc/nE200Fk8RJ4/s1600-h/PICT1610.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_8ahpspS7WUE/RgJ0kQQeIoI/AAAAAAAAAQc/nE200Fk8RJ4/s320/PICT1610.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044722698796540546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Freaky Foursome.Hannah-nah,El-Gay,Lemon and Dustbin.Don't ask.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_8ahpspS7WUE/RgJ0bQQeInI/AAAAAAAAAQU/TpVS3dOCDLk/s1600-h/PICT1606.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_8ahpspS7WUE/RgJ0bQQeInI/AAAAAAAAAQU/TpVS3dOCDLk/s320/PICT1606.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044722544177717874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_8ahpspS7WUE/RgJ0PQQeImI/AAAAAAAAAQM/MXdi9gmIWI4/s1600-h/PICT1604.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_8ahpspS7WUE/RgJ0PQQeImI/AAAAAAAAAQM/MXdi9gmIWI4/s320/PICT1604.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044722338019287650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_8ahpspS7WUE/RgJ0qgQeIpI/AAAAAAAAAQk/bNrOOTXdOe8/s1600-h/PICT1611.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_8ahpspS7WUE/RgJ0qgQeIpI/AAAAAAAAAQk/bNrOOTXdOe8/s320/PICT1611.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044722806170722962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3/3!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got into cheerleading finals!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After school,Sal, Hannah, Joyce, Sharan, Hui Xin and I went to the shop outside our school to buy waffles and bubble tea.We ate our food in the shop and started talking about the silly stuff we did when we were younger.&lt;em&gt;Those&lt;/em&gt; days.God I was a stupid kid.You hardly hear of anyone intentionally sharpening or stapler-ing their fingers do you?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14621163-4885724431564784051?l=sillywonkers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sillywonkers.blogspot.com/feeds/4885724431564784051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14621163&amp;postID=4885724431564784051&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14621163/posts/default/4885724431564784051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14621163/posts/default/4885724431564784051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sillywonkers.blogspot.com/2007/03/geog-trek-yesterday.html' title=''/><author><name>tasneem</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14199524172621268526</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/_8ahpspS7WUE/SQG-DWMnmPI/AAAAAAAAAnM/fEn8vjaJfQw/S220/DSC05442.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_8ahpspS7WUE/RgJ08AQeIsI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/OHi8AhU8A_o/s72-c/PICT1621.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14621163.post-6683408177912699513</id><published>2007-03-20T17:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-20T17:52:33.536+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HEY HEY YOU YOU</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/cQ25-glGRzI"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/cQ25-glGRzI" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mega calls it bubblegum pop.I call it irritatingly addictive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ain &lt;/strong&gt;: Yay. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Elenna&lt;/strong&gt; : I know!We should have another one sometime soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fifah&lt;/strong&gt; : Yup it was Changkat Changi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ct&lt;/strong&gt; : Nah,you were cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Shuyin&lt;/strong&gt; : CHAIRMAN PONNED SCHOOL TODAY (: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nat&lt;/strong&gt; : YES!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14621163-6683408177912699513?l=sillywonkers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sillywonkers.blogspot.com/feeds/6683408177912699513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14621163&amp;postID=6683408177912699513&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14621163/posts/default/6683408177912699513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14621163/posts/default/6683408177912699513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sillywonkers.blogspot.com/2007/03/hey-hey-you-you.html' title='HEY HEY YOU YOU'/><author><name>tasneem</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14199524172621268526</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/_8ahpspS7WUE/SQG-DWMnmPI/AAAAAAAAAnM/fEn8vjaJfQw/S220/DSC05442.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14621163.post-8885268556865888644</id><published>2007-03-16T16:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-18T19:19:21.906+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>3 cheers for 3/3!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HIP HIP HURRAH!&lt;br /&gt;HIP HIP HURRAH!&lt;br /&gt;HIP HIP HURRAH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd say our cheerleading went awesome.Check the video out yourself.Now we all await the results tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/3YCY_ZlL_5c"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/3YCY_ZlL_5c" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_8ahpspS7WUE/Rf0Z7egngrI/AAAAAAAAAN0/ES27SeH1UDw/s1600-h/100_0840.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_8ahpspS7WUE/Rf0Z7egngrI/AAAAAAAAAN0/ES27SeH1UDw/s320/100_0840.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5043215667317670578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3/8's performance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_8ahpspS7WUE/RfpgHOgngqI/AAAAAAAAANs/R0de9jrxdyM/s1600-h/100_0843.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_8ahpspS7WUE/RfpgHOgngqI/AAAAAAAAANs/R0de9jrxdyM/s320/100_0843.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042448410064945826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3/1's performance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_8ahpspS7WUE/RfpRh-gngpI/AAAAAAAAANk/3gtR7tZN53E/s1600-h/100_0845.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_8ahpspS7WUE/RfpRh-gngpI/AAAAAAAAANk/3gtR7tZN53E/s320/100_0845.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042432376952029842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3/2's performance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_8ahpspS7WUE/RfpQ-OgngoI/AAAAAAAAANc/fQkj0YIKaik/s1600-h/100_0849.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_8ahpspS7WUE/RfpQ-OgngoI/AAAAAAAAANc/fQkj0YIKaik/s320/100_0849.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042431762771706498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3/3!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_8ahpspS7WUE/RfpQf-gngnI/AAAAAAAAANU/MtojwsfHGsg/s1600-h/100_0869.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_8ahpspS7WUE/RfpQf-gngnI/AAAAAAAAANU/MtojwsfHGsg/s320/100_0869.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042431243080663666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The two Sec 1 girls in the front are &lt;em&gt;so&lt;/em&gt; cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_8ahpspS7WUE/Rf0dgegng2I/AAAAAAAAAPM/MIW8APDNyXM/s1600-h/100_0850.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_8ahpspS7WUE/Rf0dgegng2I/AAAAAAAAAPM/MIW8APDNyXM/s320/100_0850.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5043219601507713890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parv's acting all mysterious&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_8ahpspS7WUE/Rf0dPegng1I/AAAAAAAAAPE/iT0J4u0Z9U8/s1600-h/100_0851.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_8ahpspS7WUE/Rf0dPegng1I/AAAAAAAAAPE/iT0J4u0Z9U8/s320/100_0851.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5043219309449937746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_8ahpspS7WUE/Rf0c8egng0I/AAAAAAAAAO8/PIvxJo_lMeE/s1600-h/100_0855.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_8ahpspS7WUE/Rf0c8egng0I/AAAAAAAAAO8/PIvxJo_lMeE/s320/100_0855.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5043218983032423234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_8ahpspS7WUE/Rf0cmugngzI/AAAAAAAAAO0/k7WgfdSFI0I/s1600-h/100_0857.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_8ahpspS7WUE/Rf0cmugngzI/AAAAAAAAAO0/k7WgfdSFI0I/s320/100_0857.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5043218609370268466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_8ahpspS7WUE/Rf0cUugngyI/AAAAAAAAAOs/m_hxaqhSa3s/s1600-h/100_0858.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_8ahpspS7WUE/Rf0cUugngyI/AAAAAAAAAOs/m_hxaqhSa3s/s320/100_0858.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5043218300132623138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;our uber cool class shirts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_8ahpspS7WUE/Rf0cBugngxI/AAAAAAAAAOk/XSZBvpdWzF8/s1600-h/100_0859.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_8ahpspS7WUE/Rf0cBugngxI/AAAAAAAAAOk/XSZBvpdWzF8/s320/100_0859.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5043217973715108626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and Tessa's very polite&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_8ahpspS7WUE/Rf0bgegngwI/AAAAAAAAAOc/x8_5DkIidIY/s1600-h/100_0860.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_8ahpspS7WUE/Rf0bgegngwI/AAAAAAAAAOc/x8_5DkIidIY/s320/100_0860.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5043217402484458242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;goofballs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_8ahpspS7WUE/Rf0bOegngvI/AAAAAAAAAOU/Nhmamji_N4M/s1600-h/100_0861.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_8ahpspS7WUE/Rf0bOegngvI/AAAAAAAAAOU/Nhmamji_N4M/s320/100_0861.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5043217093246812914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the one and only &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_8ahpspS7WUE/Rf0a9ugnguI/AAAAAAAAAOM/NhSDnDpxqhY/s1600-h/100_0862.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_8ahpspS7WUE/Rf0a9ugnguI/AAAAAAAAAOM/NhSDnDpxqhY/s320/100_0862.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5043216805484004066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some performances just tickled us silly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_8ahpspS7WUE/Rf0asegngtI/AAAAAAAAAOE/21jdJccJvgY/s1600-h/100_0863.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_8ahpspS7WUE/Rf0asegngtI/AAAAAAAAAOE/21jdJccJvgY/s320/100_0863.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5043216509131260626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_8ahpspS7WUE/Rf0aYugngsI/AAAAAAAAAN8/HHyGaZ36ByU/s1600-h/100_0837.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_8ahpspS7WUE/Rf0aYugngsI/AAAAAAAAAN8/HHyGaZ36ByU/s320/100_0837.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5043216169828844226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one last practice before the actual performance,wonder what Nart's doing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had lunch at the airport's Fish &amp; Co with Zaff and Moo.Moo came late because she had Math remedial.I met Zaff at Tanah Merah and we had to wait &lt;em&gt;an hour &lt;/em&gt;before the royal highness Moo came.I still keep the notes we passed in class way back in Primary 6 and I'd brought these so while waiting for Moo,we started reading them.They were so hilarious,we started laughing so hard.We were so stupid and childish but we realized how we never changed,we're still the same.And when Moo finally arrived,we went to eat.Moo was fascinated with coriander and ordered a coriander dish which wasnt nice at all.I nearly retched when I tasted it.And they were playing Nelly's Ride With Me.We started singing to the song and everyone started laughing.Zaff started dancing weirdly and the hot waiter saw.Lordy it was a hell of fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_8ahpspS7WUE/Rf0fzegng9I/AAAAAAAAAQE/wD1-Q1ukmVY/s1600-h/100_0873.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_8ahpspS7WUE/Rf0fzegng9I/AAAAAAAAAQE/wD1-Q1ukmVY/s320/100_0873.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5043222126948484050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_8ahpspS7WUE/Rf0fhOgng8I/AAAAAAAAAP8/En2A2us4IBA/s1600-h/100_0874.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_8ahpspS7WUE/Rf0fhOgng8I/AAAAAAAAAP8/En2A2us4IBA/s320/100_0874.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5043221813415871426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_8ahpspS7WUE/Rf0fGegng7I/AAAAAAAAAP0/8gTWaw9ZNn4/s1600-h/100_0875.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_8ahpspS7WUE/Rf0fGegng7I/AAAAAAAAAP0/8gTWaw9ZNn4/s320/100_0875.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5043221353854370738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_8ahpspS7WUE/Rf0evugng6I/AAAAAAAAAPs/UK6eqPho0ys/s1600-h/100_0876.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_8ahpspS7WUE/Rf0evugng6I/AAAAAAAAAPs/UK6eqPho0ys/s320/100_0876.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5043220963012346786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_8ahpspS7WUE/Rf0ee-gng5I/AAAAAAAAAPk/vziTkIzLgVQ/s1600-h/100_0877.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_8ahpspS7WUE/Rf0ee-gng5I/AAAAAAAAAPk/vziTkIzLgVQ/s320/100_0877.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5043220675249537938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_8ahpspS7WUE/Rf0ePegng4I/AAAAAAAAAPc/g5XrcXBBT6E/s1600-h/100_0878.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_8ahpspS7WUE/Rf0ePegng4I/AAAAAAAAAPc/g5XrcXBBT6E/s320/100_0878.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5043220408961565570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_8ahpspS7WUE/Rf0d-Ogng3I/AAAAAAAAAPU/_06tiHGHUgY/s1600-h/100_0879.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_8ahpspS7WUE/Rf0d-Ogng3I/AAAAAAAAAPU/_06tiHGHUgY/s320/100_0879.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5043220112608822130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14621163-8885268556865888644?l=sillywonkers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sillywonkers.blogspot.com/feeds/8885268556865888644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14621163&amp;postID=8885268556865888644&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14621163/posts/default/8885268556865888644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14621163/posts/default/8885268556865888644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sillywonkers.blogspot.com/2007/03/3-cheers-for-33-hip-hip-hurrah-hip-hip.html' title=''/><author><name>tasneem</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14199524172621268526</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/_8ahpspS7WUE/SQG-DWMnmPI/AAAAAAAAAnM/fEn8vjaJfQw/S220/DSC05442.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_8ahpspS7WUE/Rf0Z7egngrI/AAAAAAAAAN0/ES27SeH1UDw/s72-c/100_0840.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14621163.post-230281815363249714</id><published>2007-03-13T17:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-13T18:03:26.247+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bimbos</title><content type='html'>I suddenly remembered the stupidest conversation I ever had,pretty bimbotic actually.Took place when I went to Thailand in June last year with Shereen.For some reason,we were always doing bimbotic things.Take the conversation for example.We were sitting on an elephant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shereen : My leg's itchy.I don't know why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me : Why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shereen : I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_8ahpspS7WUE/RfZ22egnglI/AAAAAAAAANE/ZUARBkfNYYA/s1600-h/DSC07034.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_8ahpspS7WUE/RfZ22egnglI/AAAAAAAAANE/ZUARBkfNYYA/s320/DSC07034.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041347511162733138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Les bimbos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teens of yesterday,bimbos of today,leaders of tomorrow. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14621163-230281815363249714?l=sillywonkers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sillywonkers.blogspot.com/feeds/230281815363249714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14621163&amp;postID=230281815363249714&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14621163/posts/default/230281815363249714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14621163/posts/default/230281815363249714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sillywonkers.blogspot.com/2007/03/bimbos.html' title='bimbos'/><author><name>tasneem</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14199524172621268526</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/_8ahpspS7WUE/SQG-DWMnmPI/AAAAAAAAAnM/fEn8vjaJfQw/S220/DSC05442.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_8ahpspS7WUE/RfZ22egnglI/AAAAAAAAANE/ZUARBkfNYYA/s72-c/DSC07034.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14621163.post-9156310790313672805</id><published>2007-03-11T18:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-11T18:46:07.429+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Here's to the holidays and homework I don't know how to do!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ain&lt;/strong&gt; : It's a French test,sorta like a spring test.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hanis&lt;/strong&gt; : Hey!It wasn't &lt;em&gt;my&lt;/em&gt; fault!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Denise&lt;/strong&gt; : Sure,but I don't know your new blog url (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Deannie&lt;/strong&gt;: I'm gooood brudder.Yeah they were from Changkat Changi.Haha.I totally forgot you lived nearby.Next time we shall go beat them up yeah brudder ? (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If all goes well,the mamas shall go out on Tuesday (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14621163-9156310790313672805?l=sillywonkers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sillywonkers.blogspot.com/feeds/9156310790313672805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14621163&amp;postID=9156310790313672805&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14621163/posts/default/9156310790313672805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14621163/posts/default/9156310790313672805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sillywonkers.blogspot.com/2007/03/heres-to-holidays-and-homework-i-dont.html' title=''/><author><name>tasneem</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14199524172621268526</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/_8ahpspS7WUE/SQG-DWMnmPI/AAAAAAAAAnM/fEn8vjaJfQw/S220/DSC05442.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14621163.post-3304749651217215196</id><published>2007-03-08T17:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-08T18:11:32.638+08:00</updated><title type='text'>low-class Honors</title><content type='html'>Okay,I kinda get why people are under the perception that girls from my school are snobs.After what I did today,I wouldnt blame them.But then again,it wasnt really &lt;em&gt;my&lt;/em&gt; fault for being one.Sharifah,Andik and I went to the Banquet at Simei to have lunch and there was this group of girls from a nearby school,sitting at the table near ours.&lt;em&gt;We&lt;/em&gt; didn't do anything.They're the ones who kept staring at us and talking about us and I'm so sorry if we got annoyed and started bitching.I mean,who the hell wouldnt?That didnt give them the right to give us the finger.Now who's playing dirty here?Being annoyed,the 3 of passed remarks to them,commenting on how they proved they're lowly-educated by resorting to vulgarity.And we wouldn't have done so if &lt;em&gt;they&lt;/em&gt; hadn't provoked us.But they did.And that wasn't enough,they had to go call us names as well.And tomorrow when they go back to school,they'd probably tell all their silly friends that girls from my school are snobs because we think so highly of ourselves and look down upon them.Well,we hadn't looked down upon them but after using vulgarity and name-calling,it just shows how immature and silly they are.So go ahead and blame me for looking down on you.Just don't go around saying we're snobs,because &lt;em&gt;you&lt;/em&gt; made us act that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just love teachers who've had lots of experience in life and tells us stories about how they overcame struggles to get to where they are today.Mr Peh is one such teacher.He was telling us today about how he got his Honors,&lt;em&gt;yes&lt;/em&gt; Honors.And he posed us a challenge,to write a thesis and give it to him.Not now of course,but years from now,when we're studying for &lt;em&gt;our&lt;/em&gt; Honors.He gave us this motivating pep talk and encouraged us all to aim for Honors.He even brought &lt;em&gt;his&lt;/em&gt; thesis book and showed it to us.I like Mr Peh.He always tells us stories about his life and they inspire us to really work hard.I mean if he could do it,who's to say &lt;em&gt;we&lt;/em&gt; can't?Well maybe not those lowly-educated people eh?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14621163-3304749651217215196?l=sillywonkers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sillywonkers.blogspot.com/feeds/3304749651217215196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14621163&amp;postID=3304749651217215196&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14621163/posts/default/3304749651217215196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14621163/posts/default/3304749651217215196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sillywonkers.blogspot.com/2007/03/low-class-honors.html' title='low-class Honors'/><author><name>tasneem</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14199524172621268526</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/_8ahpspS7WUE/SQG-DWMnmPI/AAAAAAAAAnM/fEn8vjaJfQw/S220/DSC05442.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14621163.post-8742211237534555241</id><published>2007-03-06T17:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-06T17:43:22.670+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Ain :&lt;/strong&gt; No problemo big bird (: And go dedicate a whole post to me now now noww!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sal :&lt;/strong&gt; Well the world should know of our plane adventures,or in our case,&lt;em&gt;mis&lt;/em&gt;adventures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fifah :&lt;/strong&gt; Mi amor,I love the song too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheerleading practice was funny.Cher kept making this cute faces when she danced.Yan and Denise taught us the dance steps.We've got 4 dancers in cheerleading and they've come up with pretty awesome steps.We're so going to rock the cheerleading prelims.We're gonna win!Can you feel it,can you feel it? (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PETIT TEST TOMORROW.SHIT.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14621163-8742211237534555241?l=sillywonkers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sillywonkers.blogspot.com/feeds/8742211237534555241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14621163&amp;postID=8742211237534555241&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14621163/posts/default/8742211237534555241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14621163/posts/default/8742211237534555241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sillywonkers.blogspot.com/2007/03/ain-no-problemo-big-bird-and-go.html' title=''/><author><name>tasneem</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14199524172621268526</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/_8ahpspS7WUE/SQG-DWMnmPI/AAAAAAAAAnM/fEn8vjaJfQw/S220/DSC05442.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14621163.post-5897827258111423989</id><published>2007-03-04T18:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-04T18:59:57.829+08:00</updated><title type='text'>such a horrible disaster</title><content type='html'>Good God.I'm so hopeless.I can't even grill chicken nuggets in the microwave without burning them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I put 5 pieces of chicken nuggets on a &lt;em&gt;glass&lt;/em&gt; plate,(&lt;em&gt;not&lt;/em&gt; a plastic since the last time I did that,it melted) and set it in the oven to grill.Then I went to my room.Suddenly the house filled with the nice aroma of chicken nuggets and when I got to the kitchen,the nuggets had already turned black and the kitchen filled with smoke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well now I know I'm definitely a disaster in the kitchen.But hey,at least I can serve volleyballs!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14621163-5897827258111423989?l=sillywonkers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sillywonkers.blogspot.com/feeds/5897827258111423989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14621163&amp;postID=5897827258111423989&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14621163/posts/default/5897827258111423989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14621163/posts/default/5897827258111423989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sillywonkers.blogspot.com/2007/03/such-horrible-disaster.html' title='such a horrible disaster'/><author><name>tasneem</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14199524172621268526</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/_8ahpspS7WUE/SQG-DWMnmPI/AAAAAAAAAnM/fEn8vjaJfQw/S220/DSC05442.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14621163.post-8091868834817935185</id><published>2007-03-02T13:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-02T13:58:43.080+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>You remember when you were younger and used to do silly stuffs like folding paper planes and actually enjoying it?Times like that can be recreated.Sal, Hannah, Joyce, Jess, Maria and a whole lot of us rediscovered the joys of paper planes.Joyful it was.I've never been good at folding stuff,(in other words,ART) so the paper plane I folded kept going berserk.It hit Sal and Maria in the face.So Jess made one for me.And it flew,&lt;strong&gt;right out the window.&lt;/strong&gt;Oh yeah,that was hilarious.And 5 minutes later,Sal's plane flew out as well.So much for her super-powered pink plane.She went down to retrieve the planes after school but they weren't on the ground.We reckon they must have flown into the Sec 2 or SEc 1 classroom.God I can't imagine how they must have reacted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm waiting for 2.15 because there's a briefing for O-level registration for Higher Mother Tongue students.Hannah and I wanted to go to the library and use the internet to kill time.Then there were so many people.So we decided to be good girls and took out our math textbooks to study and do homework.I'm sure you can see how well &lt;em&gt;that &lt;/em&gt;turned out.Legacy earlier on was funny.We played a game,Auction something,where we were given a list of goals like "To be a millionaire" or "To never have pimples" and other wacky stuff.And I got 2 successful bids!I'm going to live a long life and marry a good-looking person.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14621163-8091868834817935185?l=sillywonkers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sillywonkers.blogspot.com/feeds/8091868834817935185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14621163&amp;postID=8091868834817935185&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14621163/posts/default/8091868834817935185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14621163/posts/default/8091868834817935185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sillywonkers.blogspot.com/2007/03/you-remember-when-you-were-younger-and.html' title=''/><author><name>tasneem</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14199524172621268526</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/_8ahpspS7WUE/SQG-DWMnmPI/AAAAAAAAAnM/fEn8vjaJfQw/S220/DSC05442.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14621163.post-8793881189327413806</id><published>2007-02-25T16:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-25T16:38:49.473+08:00</updated><title type='text'>tu amor</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/FurDjsCzn0w"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/FurDjsCzn0w" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mi amor I'm not sure of the right words to say&lt;br /&gt;Maybe these simple words will do best to best explain&lt;br /&gt;What I feel in my heart&lt;br /&gt;What I feel more each day&lt;br /&gt;How to make you see&lt;br /&gt;How to let you know&lt;br /&gt;How to say how to say how I love you so&lt;br /&gt;With words you understand&lt;br /&gt;Words that get right through to your heart&lt;br /&gt;Here's the place to start&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tu Amor, I will always be&lt;br /&gt;Tu Amor, means the world to me&lt;br /&gt;Esteras siempre en mi corazon&lt;br /&gt;You're the one in my soul&lt;br /&gt;And I live for tu amor, tu amor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mi amor love you more with each look in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;Maybe these simple words will do best to best describe&lt;br /&gt;What I feel in my heart&lt;br /&gt;What I'll feel for all time&lt;br /&gt;How to make you see&lt;br /&gt;How to let you know&lt;br /&gt;How to say how to say how&lt;br /&gt;I need you&lt;br /&gt;With words you understand&lt;br /&gt;Words that get through to your soul&lt;br /&gt;Words that will let you know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tu Amor, I will always be&lt;br /&gt;Tu Amor, means the world to me&lt;br /&gt;Esteras siempre en mi corazon&lt;br /&gt;You're the one in my soul&lt;br /&gt;And I live for tu amor, tu amor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're the one that&lt;br /&gt;I need in my arms&lt;br /&gt;Believe me these words&lt;br /&gt;I say are words that come straight from my heart&lt;br /&gt;How do I make you believe&lt;br /&gt;Nothing else means as much as what you mean to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tu Amor, I will always be&lt;br /&gt;Tu Amor, means the world to me&lt;br /&gt;Esteras siempre en mi corazon&lt;br /&gt;You're the one in my soul&lt;br /&gt;And I live for tu amor, tu amor&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The song's so sexy and beautiful,I'm in love with it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14621163-8793881189327413806?l=sillywonkers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sillywonkers.blogspot.com/feeds/8793881189327413806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14621163&amp;postID=8793881189327413806&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14621163/posts/default/8793881189327413806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14621163/posts/default/8793881189327413806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sillywonkers.blogspot.com/2007/02/tu-amor.html' title='tu amor'/><author><name>tasneem</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14199524172621268526</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/_8ahpspS7WUE/SQG-DWMnmPI/AAAAAAAAAnM/fEn8vjaJfQw/S220/DSC05442.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14621163.post-6459685336376759660</id><published>2007-02-23T13:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-23T13:55:14.201+08:00</updated><title type='text'>chop the baby!</title><content type='html'>I hate kids.They're &lt;em&gt;so&lt;/em&gt; annoying.Do they &lt;em&gt;have&lt;/em&gt; to scream and shout?I was going back yesterday,feeling like crap because my nose was all runny and my legs were aching like hell.I knew I had a fever,38.2, again.Then I got in the lift to go home and this Malay lady enters with her screaming kid.The kid was crying like it was the end of the world,screaming that she wanted to go play at the fitness corner just below my block.And the lift was bloody small,her damn screams echoed throughout.I was ready to smack her face.She got off on the 8th floor and I could still hear her when I got off on the 12th.Why cant they just stay as babies where they dont know how to talk,let alone scream and all they do is go "goo goo gaga".Wont the world be a better place?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My usage of the chopsticks is getting along fine if I should say so myself.On the way back from Malacca on Monday,we stopped at Giant to eat.I ordered a plate of noodles and instead of using a fork,I used chopsticks!And I could eat!So I was arranging and re-arranging the chopsticks because they wouldnt pick up anything,but I finished everything on my plate,using &lt;em&gt;only&lt;/em&gt; chopsticks.I'm not hopeless afetr all!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8ahpspS7WUE/SQG-DWMnmPI/AAAAAAAAAnM/fEn8vjaJfQw/S220/DSC05442.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14621163.post-7147124142483253800</id><published>2007-02-13T17:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-13T17:16:29.282+08:00</updated><title type='text'>cause i've got you!</title><content type='html'>My current sugar rush,I've Got You by none other than McFly.I know it's an old song and they're an old band.But McFly is one amazing band I'll always love.And I speak for Moo and Diy as well,&lt;em&gt;non&lt;/em&gt;? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/fHfqWlkqOn4"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/fHfqWlkqOn4" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14621163-7147124142483253800?l=sillywonkers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sillywonkers.blogspot.com/feeds/7147124142483253800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14621163&amp;postID=7147124142483253800&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14621163/posts/default/7147124142483253800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14621163/posts/default/7147124142483253800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sillywonkers.blogspot.com/2007/02/cause-ive-got-you.html' title='cause i&apos;ve got you!'/><author><name>tasneem</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14199524172621268526</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/_8ahpspS7WUE/SQG-DWMnmPI/AAAAAAAAAnM/fEn8vjaJfQw/S220/DSC05442.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14621163.post-8034925173357983982</id><published>2007-02-13T16:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-08T17:24:23.130+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hear me roar.</title><content type='html'>I haven't made out a thank you list to all those who gave me birthday presents.And I love them all!Thanks to you guys :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1)&lt;strong&gt;My parents &lt;/strong&gt;- the 100 bucks and for everything&lt;br /&gt;2)&lt;strong&gt;My sister &lt;/strong&gt;- the book I really wanted&lt;br /&gt;3)&lt;strong&gt;My brother &lt;/strong&gt;- the notebook and pen&lt;br /&gt;4)&lt;strong&gt;Shik,Siti and Nadia&lt;/strong&gt; - the pretty alarm clock.I still havent figured how to use it but I will soon enough&lt;br /&gt;5)&lt;strong&gt;Andik &lt;/strong&gt;- the bracelet(it didnt break!),earrings and oh-so-huge clip which I'm probably never gonne use&lt;br /&gt;6)&lt;strong&gt;Hannah &lt;/strong&gt;- the doll!&lt;br /&gt;7)&lt;strong&gt;Nani &lt;/strong&gt;- the flower you folded,notebook and cute pen&lt;br /&gt;8)&lt;strong&gt;Thanida&lt;/strong&gt; - chocolate!&lt;br /&gt;9)&lt;strong&gt;Ain&lt;/strong&gt; - the pretty wallet and marker pens.You rock Ain!&lt;br /&gt;10)&lt;strong&gt;Sharifah and Amirah &lt;/strong&gt;- the pencil box&lt;br /&gt;11)&lt;strong&gt;Zaf,Syaf and Izza &lt;/strong&gt;- the georgeous body shop hamper&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You guys rock,I love you all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_8ahpspS7WUE/RdF-AOTt4-I/AAAAAAAAAMY/_nCrMecLpLI/s1600-h/100_0724.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_8ahpspS7WUE/RdF-AOTt4-I/AAAAAAAAAMY/_nCrMecLpLI/s320/100_0724.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5030940801055450082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The huge clip Andik gave me.It's nearly the width of my entire hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So last Saturday I went to VivoCity because my dad,who's got friends at Nike,the official sponsor of the Singapore Lions,our local soccer team,was supposed to rally people to go cheer for said Lions.They were on a victory tour,following their Asean Cup win.Nike organized the event and was afraid not many people would turn up,hence my dad had to get around 30 people to go cheer for them.So we went.But more than enough people had turned up.Of course it's no Singapore Idol crowd but pretty big enough and so we didnt have to cheer.We got there pretty early to wait but the Lions were already there.So although early,we were considered late because they'd already been there for awhile.And through my dad's connections at Nike,we could have met them but since they'd arrived way ahead of schedule and all,we didnt.But my dad's friend at Nike says the next time they have an event involving the Lions,we'd be first priority.So that's something to look forward to.Honestly,I'm no mega huge fan of the Lions.I have no idea who half the players are,truth be told but hey,it's always fun to go meet people.And my dad knows players like Baihakki,Khairul Amri,Isa and Ismail and Shahril Ishak(spelling?) so he got Baihakki and Khairul Amri to take a photo with us.Syaf and Nadia are so jealous I've got a photo with Baihaikki!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_8ahpspS7WUE/RdF-1uTt5AI/AAAAAAAAAMo/kX54mF3BDms/s1600-h/100_0708.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_8ahpspS7WUE/RdF-1uTt5AI/AAAAAAAAAMo/kX54mF3BDms/s320/100_0708.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5030941720178451458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With Khairul Amri,the player who scored the winning goal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_8ahpspS7WUE/RdF-guTt4_I/AAAAAAAAAMg/zEl56VB-MJs/s1600-h/11.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_8ahpspS7WUE/RdF-guTt4_I/AAAAAAAAAMg/zEl56VB-MJs/s320/11.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5030941359401198578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Baihakki! He's more good-looking in person&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14621163-8034925173357983982?l=sillywonkers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sillywonkers.blogspot.com/feeds/8034925173357983982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14621163&amp;postID=8034925173357983982&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14621163/posts/default/8034925173357983982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14621163/posts/default/8034925173357983982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sillywonkers.blogspot.com/2007/02/hear-me-roar.html' title='hear me roar.'/><author><name>tasneem</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14199524172621268526</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/_8ahpspS7WUE/SQG-DWMnmPI/AAAAAAAAAnM/fEn8vjaJfQw/S220/DSC05442.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_8ahpspS7WUE/RdF-AOTt4-I/AAAAAAAAAMY/_nCrMecLpLI/s72-c/100_0724.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14621163.post-4913230939351292392</id><published>2007-02-08T17:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-08T17:18:05.856+08:00</updated><title type='text'>memory</title><content type='html'>I &lt;em&gt;finally&lt;/em&gt; updated my links.Anyone from 3/3 whom I havent linked up,tell me okay?Hannah,Shu yin,Amirah and I were sitting in class after school just now and reminiscing(spelling?) about OBS while cutting stuff for the class decor.And we talked about our watches and instructors.We're all hoping for a mobile gathering.One watch alone is pretty pathetic and besides,Mobile B rocked!Sal has emailed Jonathan and I think he's going to do something about it.So keep your fingers crossed.And while you're at it,why not your toes as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think Sugarcult's Memory sums up what we all feel about OBS.I know it's a pretty old song but it's my latest sugar rush.I bet Shoba hasnt even listened to it yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This may never start&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We could fall apart&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'd be your memory&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lost your sense of fear &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feelings insincere&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can I be your memory?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So get back, back, back to where we lasted&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just like I imagine&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could never feel this way&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So get back, back, back to the disaster&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heart's beating faster&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holding on to feel the same&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This may never start&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll tear us apart&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can I be your enemy?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Losing half a year&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waiting for you here&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd be your anything&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So get back, back, back to where we lasted&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just like I imagine&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could never feel this way&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So get back, back, back to the disaster&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heart's beating faster&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holding on to feel the same&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This may never start&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tearing out my heart&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd be your memory&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lost your sense of fear&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feelings disappear&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can I be your memory?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So get back, back, back to where we lasted&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just like I imagine&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could never feel this way&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So get back, back, back to the disaster&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heart's beating faster&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holding on to feel the same&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This may never start&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We could fall apart&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'd be your memory&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lost your sense of fear&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feelings insincere&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can I be your memory?&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14621163-4913230939351292392?l=sillywonkers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sillywonkers.blogspot.com/feeds/4913230939351292392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14621163&amp;postID=4913230939351292392&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14621163/posts/default/4913230939351292392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14621163/posts/default/4913230939351292392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sillywonkers.blogspot.com/2007/02/this-may-never-start-we-could-fall.html' title='memory'/><author><name>tasneem</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14199524172621268526</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/_8ahpspS7WUE/SQG-DWMnmPI/AAAAAAAAAnM/fEn8vjaJfQw/S220/DSC05442.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14621163.post-2375381786202508011</id><published>2007-02-06T14:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-07T16:19:41.981+08:00</updated><title type='text'>OBS!</title><content type='html'>Here's the OBS entry.I finally scanned all the photos.If the journal entry sounds so politically correct it's because it's my English CA and I'm so lazy to re-write what happened so I'm just cutting and pasting.I edited some parts though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;22nd January&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was darn excited to be going to OBS.I couldnt sleep the night before because I was just to darn excited.Sure I was a little scared.Finally,the day I've been waiting for. We took the boats to Camp 2, where we were seated according to our groups in the hall. Each group had 16 people and was called a watch. My watch was Columbus and our instructors were Nadiah and Daniel. We started off with introductions and yadda yadda yadda. Once that was done, we began our first activity of the day, playing trust games. The aim of the games was to build a sense of trust among each other. Learning to trust each other was important because we would be staying together for the next few days and would have to rely on each other alot. Our next activity allowed us to prove this newfound sense of trust. Our instructors taught us belaying skills. We each had to climb a pole while our watch mate belayed us. We had to have trust in our watch mate because our lives were &lt;em&gt;literally&lt;/em&gt; in their hands, one slip and we would fall and get hurt.Kim was belaying Joyce and she did not have a clue as to what she was supposed to do.Joyce was all prepared to die and kept screaming at Kim.Hilarious.Once that was done,we went to go pitch our tents. Nadiah gave us a demonstration and we followed.We then cooked our dinner. Dinner was just rice, sausages and baked beans.Not much but when you're hungry,you just couldnt care less. After eating and clearing and washing up, we had a group talk with Nadiah and Daniel. We discussed our expectations of OBS and what we hoped to achieve at the end of five days and wrote it all down.Nat drew our signature picture.Columbus on a ship saying " I see India!" Then there was that dang fire drill.It's so funny.They still do that all the way in Pulau Ubin.I mean what are the chance that there'll be a fire while we're there?Besides,Ubin is surrounded by water.Just jump in &lt;em&gt;lah&lt;/em&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;23rd January&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second day got off to a bad start. We were one hour late in meeting Nadiah and Daniel to start our activities. They were really pissed and we felt bad.Nadiah wouldnt even talk to us.They were so disappointed.We were late because we had had to repack our things into another backpack for our stay at another campsite and it took so long to do so.When we were finally ready,we learnt that we would be kayaking to another camp,Camp 1. Nadiah taught us to use a paddle as well as the different ways to paddle. We carried our kayaks down to the beach where Nadiah showed us how to capsize.(We capsized near the shore,not out in the open sea)We each took turns capsizing. I was so scared but after I had done it, I found it was pretty fun. She also taught us to carry out a rescue in the sea when someone capsizes. We then kayaked out to sea where we were supposed to practise our capsize and rescue but not all of did it,only Nart, Denise and Nat actually,because we were short of time.So we kayaked to Camp 1, where we would be staying for the night. We reached just in the nick of time because it had started to drizzle and it was very cold. Once we had all beached up, we rested and had lunch. We then met Nadiah and Daniel to find out our next activity. We were to belay our watch mates again, on the Inverse Tower which was ten times the height of the pole we climbed the day before. Another difference was that this time, we would be climbing in pairs.I climbed with Abi.We didnt get to reach the top,unlike Hannah who won't stop bragging about it,because we didnt have time but I'm sure we would have if we did have the time.Then we pitched our tents again at this secluded area.It was pretty scary.It was quite dark by the time we finished and we were famished. Nadiah brought us to the dining hall to eat.The food was disgusting! After eating, we then met Nadiah and Daniel in the multipurpose hall where we reflected on the day’s activities and found out our activity for the next day : trekking. I knew I was in for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;24th January&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afifah's birthday! Day three started out better than day two. We were punctual and our instructors were happy. After breakfast, Nadiah and Daniel told us that we were to build a raft. We took out ropes, barrels and poles. With a time frame of one and a half hours, we set work on our raft. We first planned the design and then broke out into groups to build the different parts of the raft. One and a half hours later, our raft was completed. Nadiah checked it and said the ropes were loose, making the poles and barrels move. Thus we could not test it out in the water. We were so disappointed to have to dismantle our raft without testing it as we had worked hard on it.After doing so,we then proceeded to have lunch after which Daniel taught us to pack our bag packs properly so that the weight would be evened out and it would be easier to carry during the trek. Even so,the bag was so bloody heavy. Before starting our trek, the navigators, Shoo and Abi, mapped out the route we would be taking, passing by the required checkpoints. After arming ourselves with sun block and mosquito repellent, we set off at 2.15pm. Along the way, we had to collect specimens such as rubber seeds and rubber shells. The weather was not too hot so it was pretty okay.We passed by this reservoir and Daniel pointed out a monitor lizard and a tortoise entering it.No wonder the water at Ubin tasted disgusting!I was carrying a bag at first then during a break,switched with Tricia,who was carrying the two tent bags.I thought the tent bags were easier to carry but boy was I wrong.After a while, my shoulders started aching. I thought I was going to die. The straps didnt have any padding,unlike the bagpack,and they were cutting into my skin.I was wearing a lifevest to minimise this but the damn lifevest was useless.I was all ready to give up. During break, I couldnt not stand it any longer.I just sat down and cried because the pain and exhaustion were overwhelming. But there was only like, a short trek left to Jelutong Beach and we reached there at around six. We rested awhile, replenishing ourselves with water and massaging each other’s shoulders. Then we pitched our tents and had dinner.We had brought a lot of food for the trip and so we had a lot to eat. As we had reached the campsite way ahead of the other watches, we had a lot of time to eat. Thus, we feasted happily and sang a birthday song to Afifah.By that time,the other watches,our buddy watches,Cook,Da Gama and Cousteau were there and they all joined in the singing.The toilets were very far so we could not bathe and we had to rinse our cooking utensils in the sea. Later on in the night at 9.30pm, being the sea expedition leader of my watch, I had to attend a briefing with the instructors regarding the next day’s sea expedition, which was to kayak around Pulau Ubin to get back to Camp 2, together with the leaders of the other watches.The 4 watches,Columbus,Cook,Da Gama and Cousteau were called Mobile B. We were to go on the sea expedition together. We were briefed on what we had to do as leaders. We also had to do night duty as the beach we were camping at was a public beach. We did the night duty in shifts.Syam and I took the first shift with Sal and Kelly.We sat on the grass and talked and it was really nice.I didnt mind doing the night shift for the whole night but I was pooped. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;25th January&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MY BIRTHDAY! However it started off gloomy because it was raining heavily and it was very cold.Our tents were wet and flooded and we couldnt go out cause we'd get even wetter so we had to wait in the tent for further instructions from the instructors. They told us to pack all our bags to be put in the boat they would use. After we had loaded our bags onto the boat, we practiced our capsize and rescue again because not everyone got to do it the first time round.After a final briefing by the instructors, we finally set out for our expedition at 10. The rain had already stopped and we started off in high spirits. We all loved kayaking and were very excited and enthusiastic. There were 4 watches in the sea expedition and each watch had two leaders. A kayak seats two people so the leaders occupied four kayaks. We were to position ourselves in a diamond formation with each kayak at one corner. The rest of the kayaks would then be in the middle. The task of the leaders was to keep the rest in the middle of the diamond and not let them drift away. I kayaked with Syam, the other leader in my watch. We were to take up the starboard side, which is the right side, the furthest out at sea. We were so afraid we would screw up and we'd drift away but we both encouraged each other. Halfway through the journey, it started to rain. The water got very choppy and it was very chilly. I began to get scared. It became harder to paddle our kayak and Syam and I were getting frustrated at each other because we kept drifting away,like &lt;em&gt;really&lt;/em&gt; far away,being on the starboard side. The instructors then told us to beach up and wait out the rain. While waiting, we had lunch and huddled together to keep warm.It was so funny.Imagine 14 people in yellow ponchos huddling together and then Nat did her evil laughter.It was so funny. After the rain stopped, we continued kayaking. This time, I tried to be more positive. However, I started to get tired. My arms were aching and I felt they would drop off any moment. Furthermore, it had started to rain again and we could not beach up again because we had to move fast as the tide was changing. It was very cold, making me shiver and my teeth chatter. I thought that it was the worst birthday of my life.I seriously thought I was going to die,again.Syam and I kept drifting away alot and we were so frustrated and exasperated. I was on the verge of tears. Then we had a toilet and food break.Toilet,being the sea.Shoo and I had to relieve ourselves so we held our kayaks together and took turns.That was so fun.We waited for the kayaks right at the back to catch up and ate while doing so.I was feeling so cold.Daniel told us that Camp 2 wasnt far,just 45 minutes more of kayaking.We were all pretty happy and gave the last 45 minutes our all.Once the camp was in sight,we started screaming and yelling and laughing.We were just immensely relieved. We beached up, washed our kayaks and kept them. We then stood in a circle and the instructors congratulated us on completing the expedition and everyone thanked the expedition leaders. They then sang a birthday song for Afifah and I.It was so cute and really nice.That totally made my day.After that, we pitched our tents and showered. We then had dinner which was prepared by the instructors. We were really amused and touched at their gesture. We ate heartily,the food was pretty good.I mean it's no lasagne or pizza but chicken curry,sausages,anchovies and baked beans were pretty okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;26th January&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last day was sad. We were all reluctant to leave. After unpitching our tents, we cleaned up the campsite and accounted for all our watch’s belongings. We had lost 7 water bottles and had to pay for them. After that, we had one final group activity where we reflected on our five days at OBS. I realized that I had learnt a lot. I learnt to trust my watch mates and work together as a team. This made us grow close to each other and bond. I also learnt that we should never give up, no matter how difficult the task may be. If you push yourself, you would be amazed at the things you can achieve. Before OBS, I never would have thought that I could kayak around Pulau Ubin or trek 7.5 km. I was glad that I had pushed myself instead of giving up. We had all discovered how strong we really are. As Daniel would say, “What doesn’t kill you just makes you stronger “. We were sad that OBS was over. We took photos and received our certificates of completion and bought souvenirs. We all agree that OBS was definitely an enriching experience and it made us discover things we never knew about ourselves. It made me stronger physically and mentally. The five days I spent at OBS would forever be etched in my heart. If I could do it all over again, I definitely would, no questions asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_8ahpspS7WUE/RcghsgRYEfI/AAAAAAAAALI/MhVo1QIaHgc/s1600-h/scan0002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_8ahpspS7WUE/RcghsgRYEfI/AAAAAAAAALI/MhVo1QIaHgc/s320/scan0002.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5028306032419934706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After kayaking from Camp 2 to Camp 1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_8ahpspS7WUE/RcghnwRYEeI/AAAAAAAAALA/d_hBFvS63Ds/s1600-h/scan0001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_8ahpspS7WUE/RcghnwRYEeI/AAAAAAAAALA/d_hBFvS63Ds/s320/scan0001.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5028305950815556066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our beloved raft.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_8ahpspS7WUE/RcghjQRYEdI/AAAAAAAAAK4/zqbbvFSwtKo/s1600-h/scan0003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_8ahpspS7WUE/RcghjQRYEdI/AAAAAAAAAK4/zqbbvFSwtKo/s320/scan0003.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5028305873506144722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inverse Tower.I'm in purple,higher up than Abi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_8ahpspS7WUE/RcghYARYEcI/AAAAAAAAAKw/lJuuBfPvR0o/s1600-h/scan0004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_8ahpspS7WUE/RcghYARYEcI/AAAAAAAAAKw/lJuuBfPvR0o/s320/scan0004.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5028305680232616386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Birthday girls!Afifah and I.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_8ahpspS7WUE/RcghMwRYEbI/AAAAAAAAAKo/AcyIm-VeHeA/s1600-h/scan0005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_8ahpspS7WUE/RcghMwRYEbI/AAAAAAAAAKo/AcyIm-VeHeA/s320/scan0005.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5028305486959088050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_8ahpspS7WUE/RcghCARYEaI/AAAAAAAAAKg/i6ZjM6QobdE/s1600-h/scan0006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_8ahpspS7WUE/RcghCARYEaI/AAAAAAAAAKg/i6ZjM6QobdE/s320/scan0006.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5028305302275494306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_8ahpspS7WUE/Rcgg1ARYEZI/AAAAAAAAAKY/PVruaXsnW_Q/s1600-h/scan0007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_8ahpspS7WUE/Rcgg1ARYEZI/AAAAAAAAAKY/PVruaXsnW_Q/s320/scan0007.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5028305078937194898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sleeping partners!Abi,me and Syam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_8ahpspS7WUE/RcggpwRYEYI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/HfUPvKRzWsE/s1600-h/scan0008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_8ahpspS7WUE/RcggpwRYEYI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/HfUPvKRzWsE/s320/scan0008.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5028304885663666562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_8ahpspS7WUE/RcggZwRYEXI/AAAAAAAAAKI/oyFdQyNRKRw/s1600-h/scan0009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_8ahpspS7WUE/RcggZwRYEXI/AAAAAAAAAKI/oyFdQyNRKRw/s320/scan0009.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5028304610785759602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_8ahpspS7WUE/RcggTARYEWI/AAAAAAAAAKA/h6FPof6Hq08/s1600-h/scan0010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_8ahpspS7WUE/RcggTARYEWI/AAAAAAAAAKA/h6FPof6Hq08/s320/scan0010.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5028304494821642594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_8ahpspS7WUE/RcmCjwRYEhI/AAAAAAAAAMI/QvrBtrAEOtg/s1600-h/m73282747.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_8ahpspS7WUE/RcmCjwRYEhI/AAAAAAAAAMI/QvrBtrAEOtg/s320/m73282747.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5028694009700684306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Columbus rocks! (with Nadiah)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_8ahpspS7WUE/RcmCfQRYEgI/AAAAAAAAAMA/sZZaMkj-o-s/s1600-h/scan0011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_8ahpspS7WUE/RcmCfQRYEgI/AAAAAAAAAMA/sZZaMkj-o-s/s320/scan0011.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5028693932391272962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(with Daniel)Hannah says he looks scary here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14621163-2375381786202508011?l=sillywonkers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sillywonkers.blogspot.com/feeds/2375381786202508011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14621163&amp;postID=2375381786202508011&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14621163/posts/default/2375381786202508011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14621163/posts/default/2375381786202508011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sillywonkers.blogspot.com/2007/02/obs.html' title='OBS!'/><author><name>tasneem</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14199524172621268526</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/_8ahpspS7WUE/SQG-DWMnmPI/AAAAAAAAAnM/fEn8vjaJfQw/S220/DSC05442.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_8ahpspS7WUE/RcghsgRYEfI/AAAAAAAAALI/MhVo1QIaHgc/s72-c/scan0002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14621163.post-3569261493491798626</id><published>2007-02-04T16:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-04T16:43:35.863+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I havent been replying to my tags!And now there are so many.I havent updated in ages as well.Blogging feels so foreign after OBS.Everyone's all sad that it's over.WE WANT TO GO BACK!I finally got my photos developed and they're nice!I shall upload them once my computer's been fixed.I'm currently using my dad's laptop and I can't scan the photos,so yeah.Wait a while yeah guys? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nani&lt;/strong&gt; : I wasnt being sarcastic!And now I DO have markers like yours!You'll be relinked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Shazee &lt;/strong&gt;: Both are good.But Sugarcult's better!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ain&lt;/strong&gt; : That today was ages ago and so I don't remember.Haha.I WANT MCFLY CONCERT TOO!They've never come here,have they?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Andik&lt;/strong&gt; : No problemo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hanis&lt;/strong&gt; : Haha.What's with the sexy?I shall update on OBS soooooon.God yeah it'll be hell chaos if us mamas go for OBS.But SO fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Shereen&lt;/strong&gt; : Tell me about the concert when I see,when we go out for lunch,someday. (: Yup I know Lubna. And you can give me my present when we go for lunch!Haha.Miss you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nadia &lt;/strong&gt;: Thanks for the present and yeah birthday-ing at OBS was FUNNNN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sha &lt;/strong&gt;: Haha.Too bad. (: I miss OBS!I want to get sprayed with water after kayaking again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fifah&lt;/strong&gt; : Yup. -winks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Moo&lt;/strong&gt; : Yes OBS was hella fun.And I love Mcfly too!Let's pray they have a concert soon!DOUGIE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Zaff &lt;/strong&gt;: I can't remember who was in Elizabeth but COLUMBUS ROCKS!I miss you too!Wedges are darn good. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Deannie&lt;/strong&gt; : What screw person??Yes we're special!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Joyce &lt;/strong&gt;: DA GAMA!Haha.Okay I'll link you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Diy&lt;/strong&gt; : Yeah I'm back!And McFly still rocks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hannah &lt;/strong&gt;: Yes Columbus rocked!We shall not say we miss OBS out loud anymore.We mus face the REAL world now.Man I hate the real world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FINITO!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14621163-3569261493491798626?l=sillywonkers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sillywonkers.blogspot.com/feeds/3569261493491798626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14621163&amp;postID=3569261493491798626&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14621163/posts/default/3569261493491798626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14621163/posts/default/3569261493491798626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sillywonkers.blogspot.com/2007/02/i-havent-been-replying-to-my-tagsand.html' title=''/><author><name>tasneem</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14199524172621268526</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/_8ahpspS7WUE/SQG-DWMnmPI/AAAAAAAAAnM/fEn8vjaJfQw/S220/DSC05442.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14621163.post-3339948380365734886</id><published>2007-01-28T19:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-28T20:06:49.483+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'M BAAAAAAACK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As Zaf said,the one and only Tasneem Musyira is back.OBS was superb. Fantastic. Awesome. Fun. Fabulous. Incredible. Amazing, and a whole lot of other adjectives.Definitely 5 of the best days of my life.If I had another chance to go back and do it all over again,I would. At first I really hated it because I wasnt used to sleeping in the outdoors and not being able to brush my teeth or bathe and I felt so homesick I just wanted to go home.But then,I started getting used to it and it wasnt that bad after all.On the last day,I didnt want to go back.I'm real lazy to blog in detail right now but I will do so once I've gotten the pictures developed and scanned and uploaded.I've been adjusting back to normal food and my stomach's not too happy about it.I've been getting stomaches and shitting alot.I think I'm about adjusted back now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to everyone who wished me happy birthday!Birthday-ing at OBS was totally fun.Afifah would agree with me. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14621163-3339948380365734886?l=sillywonkers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sillywonkers.blogspot.com/feeds/3339948380365734886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14621163&amp;postID=3339948380365734886&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14621163/posts/default/3339948380365734886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14621163/posts/default/3339948380365734886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sillywonkers.blogspot.com/2007/01/im-baaaaaaack-as-zaf-saidthe-one-and.html' title=''/><author><name>tasneem</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14199524172621268526</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/_8ahpspS7WUE/SQG-DWMnmPI/AAAAAAAAAnM/fEn8vjaJfQw/S220/DSC05442.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14621163.post-870439736574253058</id><published>2007-01-15T13:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-15T13:36:32.502+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HAPPY BIRTHDAY SITI KHAIRUNNISA AKA MY BURUNG SESAT!I LOVE YOU AND I MISS YOU!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14621163-870439736574253058?l=sillywonkers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sillywonkers.blogspot.com/feeds/870439736574253058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14621163&amp;postID=870439736574253058&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14621163/posts/default/870439736574253058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14621163/posts/default/870439736574253058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sillywonkers.blogspot.com/2007/01/happy-birthday-siti-khairunnisa-aka-my.html' title=''/><author><name>tasneem</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14199524172621268526</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/_8ahpspS7WUE/SQG-DWMnmPI/AAAAAAAAAnM/fEn8vjaJfQw/S220/DSC05442.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14621163.post-6617027892017464516</id><published>2007-01-15T13:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-15T13:34:59.174+08:00</updated><title type='text'>TAGS!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Really &lt;/strong&gt;long overdue tags.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nadia :&lt;/strong&gt; A very late selamat hari raya haji to you too!and thanks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ain :&lt;/strong&gt; I watched Night at the Museum already.It's so cute.I love Dexter!And why'd you nearly break down in malay class?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Shef :&lt;/strong&gt; Po's my favourite!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Diy :&lt;/strong&gt; I LOVE MCFLY TOO! &lt;333&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nani &lt;/strong&gt;: Very late happy new year to you too.Haha.AND STOP WITH THE JOKES LA.SO MEAN.(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Andik &lt;/strong&gt;: Very late happy new year to you too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Shazee&lt;/strong&gt; : Yeah it rocked!Someone get married!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sharifah n&lt;/strong&gt; : Hey!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hanis&lt;/strong&gt; : Yup,we were young and innocent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Aashi&lt;/strong&gt; : No problem and sure I'll go see your blog. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Zaf &lt;/strong&gt;: Thanks hunn and I LOVE YOU TOO L'ELEC!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14621163-6617027892017464516?l=sillywonkers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sillywonkers.blogspot.com/feeds/6617027892017464516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14621163&amp;postID=6617027892017464516&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14621163/posts/default/6617027892017464516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14621163/posts/default/6617027892017464516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sillywonkers.blogspot.com/2007/01/tags.html' title='TAGS!'/><author><name>tasneem</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14199524172621268526</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/_8ahpspS7WUE/SQG-DWMnmPI/AAAAAAAAAnM/fEn8vjaJfQw/S220/DSC05442.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14621163.post-2536696184369826672</id><published>2007-01-15T13:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-16T16:20:13.350+08:00</updated><title type='text'>l'election presedentialle</title><content type='html'>OBS is next week!And so's my birthday!Next Thursday to be precise.And here's a list of what I want. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TASNEEM MUSYIRA'S 15TH BIRTHDAY WISH LIST&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Podolski's jersey ! &lt;br /&gt;2) Maybelline watershine(in Berry Shine)&lt;br /&gt;3) A Swatch watch,or any watch that's nice and not break-able or scratch-able because I keep breaking and scratching my watches.I just scratched my new one.&lt;br /&gt;4) A wallet that I can stuff everything into&lt;br /&gt;5) Newsboy cap&lt;br /&gt;6) A real nice charm bracelet &lt;strong&gt;that doesnt break easily&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) Water bottle,a really cool one like Nani's that not so big and heavy&lt;br /&gt;8) Camera&lt;br /&gt;9) Bag,I don't mind any kind-handbag or carrier bag whatsoever,I just want a bag&lt;br /&gt;10) Pencil box-everyone always needs a new one&lt;br /&gt;11) Those marker pens everyone except me seem to have&lt;br /&gt;12) A real good book&lt;br /&gt;13) Notebooks to write my notes in&lt;br /&gt;14) HOOBASTANK CONCERT TICKETS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO there you have it folks,my 15th birthday wish list!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_8ahpspS7WUE/RasOu3e41jI/AAAAAAAAAJg/TEo1g4Ko934/s1600-h/DSC00051.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_8ahpspS7WUE/RasOu3e41jI/AAAAAAAAAJg/TEo1g4Ko934/s320/DSC00051.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5020122407964825138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's Izza,Zaf and me at Delifrance on Friday,having lunch before French class.Courtesy of Syaf's camera.I tell you,4 of us are a hoot.French wouldnt be as much fun if they were'nt there.It's amazing.We know each other for less than a year,except in the case of me and Zaf,and yet we're still so close.And it's so cool cause we're all from different schools.Me from Tkgs,Zaf from Rgs,Syaf from Crescent Girls and Izza from Bukit Panjang Govt. High.And we're so much more alike than we though.Zaf,Izza and I have&lt;strong&gt; that something &lt;/strong&gt;in common don't we? (: NOT TELLING! I reckon my French teacher's a bit loose in the head,putting it mildly.The other day,I was observing her.She was scolding someone and then she sat down on her chair,opened up the textbook and smiled so widely.I was seriously puzzled.Who changes emotions so fast?Zaf thinks she's gone mad after her divorce.During the first lesson,she told us "French is a twisted language,but you can twist along with it". That was so funny.Zaf liked it alot and wrote it down.And last week she was telling us about the French politics and she said &lt;em&gt;l'election presendentialle&lt;/em&gt; (presedential elecetion).It sounded so funny and Zaf,Izza,Syaf and I kept repeating it over and over and laughing ourselves silly.We liked it so much that we nicknamed ourselves.Zaf's &lt;em&gt;l'elec&lt;/em&gt;,I'm &lt;em&gt;tion,&lt;/em&gt;Izza's &lt;em&gt;prese&lt;/em&gt; and Syaf's &lt;em&gt;dentialle.&lt;/em&gt;So our class isn't F2M but it isn't so bad.All the smart people have gone to the other class but we've got all the fun people.Just last Friday,Viknes was up to his nonsense again,shouting random words in class.For the next 2 weeks though,it won't be 4 of us cause Zaf's away on OBS this week and I'll be away on OBS next week.So fun continues 2 weeks from now! L'election presedentialle. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14621163-2536696184369826672?l=sillywonkers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sillywonkers.blogspot.com/feeds/2536696184369826672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14621163&amp;postID=2536696184369826672&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14621163/posts/default/2536696184369826672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14621163/posts/default/2536696184369826672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sillywonkers.blogspot.com/2007/01/lelection-presedentialle.html' title='l&apos;election presedentialle'/><author><name>tasneem</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14199524172621268526</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/_8ahpspS7WUE/SQG-DWMnmPI/AAAAAAAAAnM/fEn8vjaJfQw/S220/DSC05442.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_8ahpspS7WUE/RasOu3e41jI/AAAAAAAAAJg/TEo1g4Ko934/s72-c/DSC00051.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14621163.post-8159664713561432904</id><published>2007-01-15T12:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-15T13:08:04.833+08:00</updated><title type='text'>home alone.</title><content type='html'>Home alone.Not to worry,cause I don't see no dang thieves outside my house.I'm sick,as usual-down with the flu.And everyone's at school except mummy who went out to get some stuff.It's kinda nice to stay at home while everyone else is at school.It's so quiet and serene.Maybe I should fall ill more often eh?Well I &lt;em&gt;am&lt;/em&gt; on MC for tomorrow as well...Heh.There are so many things I've been wanting to blog about,I don't know where to begin.Okay I think I shall first upload the Escape pictures which are more-than-a-month-long overdue.Sorry guys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_8ahpspS7WUE/RasL_Xe41hI/AAAAAAAAAIM/H9W40d0GAfc/s1600-h/DSC01048.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_8ahpspS7WUE/RasL_Xe41hI/AAAAAAAAAIM/H9W40d0GAfc/s320/DSC01048.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5020119392897783314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_8ahpspS7WUE/RasLdHe41gI/AAAAAAAAAIE/F1n1ulchEjE/s1600-h/DSC01047.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_8ahpspS7WUE/RasLdHe41gI/AAAAAAAAAIE/F1n1ulchEjE/s320/DSC01047.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5020118804487263746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_8ahpspS7WUE/RasLJ3e41fI/AAAAAAAAAH8/qm9k7RpA1Pg/s1600-h/DSC01045.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; 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margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_8ahpspS7WUE/RasHO3e41TI/AAAAAAAAAGc/W49QC_vaRBA/s320/DSC01034.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5020114161627616562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_8ahpspS7WUE/RasGzXe41SI/AAAAAAAAAGU/5d6abmdoefs/s1600-h/DSC01033.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_8ahpspS7WUE/RasGzXe41SI/AAAAAAAAAGU/5d6abmdoefs/s320/DSC01033.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5020113689181213986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_8ahpspS7WUE/RasGZ3e41RI/AAAAAAAAAGM/GbBzQboEH0k/s1600-h/DSC01032.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_8ahpspS7WUE/RasGZ3e41RI/AAAAAAAAAGM/GbBzQboEH0k/s320/DSC01032.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5020113251094549778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's now been 2 weeks since Parveen's wedding.Time flies &lt;em&gt;really&lt;/em&gt; fast.At this time we were getting ready for the Nikah.Speaking of weddings,don't you think they're a great place to meet people?I mean for one,there was Mathilda D'Silva.(Haha Hanis) Another person I met was Lubna,my senior from school who's 2 years older.Her mum and Dadi Ogi,Parveen's mum, have been friends for a long time.Lubna went for the Berinai as well as the wedding and so we started talking.She's spending her first 3 months at Temasek JC,where Shereen is.Small world,&lt;em&gt;non&lt;/em&gt;?And on the topic of meeting people,the day before the wedding,on New Year's Eve,we went to Mustafa to get some supplies.Dang,I &lt;em&gt;hate&lt;/em&gt; Mustafa.Ever want to see me at my moodiest?Bring me to Mustafa.&lt;em&gt;Anyway&lt;/em&gt;,mummy,Daneesh,Yasmeen and I were standing at the compact powder section to stock up on supplies when this lady came up from behind and called Daneesh's name.I turned around,wondering who in Heaven's name it was.I didn't recognize who it was at first but then something in my brain just CLICKED ,you know how when you don't understand or rezognize something but then something snaps in your brain and everything's all clear?And I realized it was Aunty Sharon.I looked around and true enough,I saw Jillian standing not far from her.See,Aunty Sharon and her husband,Uncle Neveille, are friends of my parents.They're family friends actually and we know their kids,Christian,who's a year my senior and Jillian,who's a year my junior,for as long as I can remember.In fact,I've known Christian all my life.Both our families used to go on holidays together,we'd do out together,our dads would play soccer together(back when I was still living in Chua Chu Kang).And I hadn't seen them in ages!For like what,more than 5 years I think.So we all went to a coffeeshop,had some drinks and caught up with each other.Christian and Jillian are so grown up!Christian was so mischievious as a kid and Jillian is so pretty no.I remember she always pretended she was a cat.I have no idea why she liked being a cat.Everytime we told her to stop,she'd just MEOW in our faces.She doesnt remember that though.We started talking and laughing like we used to.It's amazing and &lt;em&gt;tres&lt;/em&gt; nice that even after so long,we can still talk like we used to without feeling awkward or uncomfortable.I guess because we've known each other for so long and grew up together.It was really nice seeing them again after so long.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14621163-8159664713561432904?l=sillywonkers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sillywonkers.blogspot.com/feeds/8159664713561432904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14621163&amp;postID=8159664713561432904&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14621163/posts/default/8159664713561432904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14621163/posts/default/8159664713561432904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sillywonkers.blogspot.com/2007/01/home-alone.html' title='home alone.'/><author><name>tasneem</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14199524172621268526</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/_8ahpspS7WUE/SQG-DWMnmPI/AAAAAAAAAnM/fEn8vjaJfQw/S220/DSC05442.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_8ahpspS7WUE/RasL_Xe41hI/AAAAAAAAAIM/H9W40d0GAfc/s72-c/DSC01048.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14621163.post-4592262730068703584</id><published>2007-01-09T18:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-09T19:45:36.655+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Now I'm not so busy,I can upload the pictures from Parveen's wedding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a week ago,on the 1st of January,a &lt;strong&gt;perfect&lt;/strong&gt; way to start the new year,let me tell you.Everyone was there,family,cousins,aunts,uncles.My cousins from England,whom I haven't seen in ages,actually I've only seen Trafford and not his sisters Sapphire and Sahara,but &lt;em&gt;anyway&lt;/em&gt;,they flew all the way from England for the wedding.And in our usual traditional way,our family made the wedding truly fun and one to remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The wedding was spread out over 2 days,not counting the engagement which was on Christmas eve,2005.The mehndi night,where the bride has her henna done ,was on Hari Raya Haji Eve.We put I-don't-know-what-it's-called-stuff on leaves on the bride and groom's palms and had water sprinkled on us while they took turns sitting on the pelamin.I have not the faintest idea why we do it but it's tradition.Then we did the same thing while they sat on a stool on the floor and this time we gave them money.After that,we started bhangra-ing until Azim accidentally turned the music off and we stopped cause the mood had been killed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_8ahpspS7WUE/RaNw4XnSjjI/AAAAAAAAAD8/NeqxY4_O5nY/s1600-h/100_0636.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:center; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_8ahpspS7WUE/RaNw4XnSjjI/AAAAAAAAAD8/NeqxY4_O5nY/s320/100_0636.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5017978523534659122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_8ahpspS7WUE/RaNxc3nSjkI/AAAAAAAAAEE/gbigAY6HFXo/s1600-h/100_0650.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:center; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_8ahpspS7WUE/RaNxc3nSjkI/AAAAAAAAAEE/gbigAY6HFXo/s320/100_0650.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5017979150599884354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_8ahpspS7WUE/RaNxn3nSjlI/AAAAAAAAAEM/wQj8TfWuSHY/s1600-h/2622scd.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_8ahpspS7WUE/RaNxn3nSjlI/AAAAAAAAAEM/wQj8TfWuSHY/s320/2622scd.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5017979339578445394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The actual wedding was on New Year's Day,which also happened to be Faheem's birthday.It started off with the nikah ceremony which was so beautiful.Parveen's legally married!Then we all went back to our rooms to get ready for the night.We were all assigned jobs.Yasmeen,Jern and I were the receptionists,getting people to sign the guest book.Shazee and Freda were the berkat people,handing out the berkat to people when they left.But we were all helping each other out so it was all good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_8ahpspS7WUE/RaNyznnSjmI/AAAAAAAAAEU/yISZOLI92oM/s1600-h/1e06scd.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_8ahpspS7WUE/RaNyznnSjmI/AAAAAAAAAEU/yISZOLI92oM/s320/1e06scd.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5017980640953536098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Receptionists and berkat-ists.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_8ahpspS7WUE/RaNzSHnSjnI/AAAAAAAAAEc/tINFb_lI46o/s1600-h/100_0689.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_8ahpspS7WUE/RaNzSHnSjnI/AAAAAAAAAEc/tINFb_lI46o/s320/100_0689.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5017981164939546226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were all pretty surprised when we saw Mathilda D'Silva.I'd spotted her from afar and when she was signing the guest book,I mouthed "Mathilda!" to Freda who was behind her.Freda tapped her and we all started telling her what a great singer she is,how she should have won and then we asked her to take a picture with us.She was so friendly!I admit that I initially thought she was overconfident and arrogant when I saw her on TV.But she really isn't.She's &lt;em&gt;so&lt;/em&gt; nice.She and Parveen had gone to the same university.Small world huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_8ahpspS7WUE/RaNzsXnSjoI/AAAAAAAAAEk/fZhjFM6Gj20/s1600-h/100_0692.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_8ahpspS7WUE/RaNzsXnSjoI/AAAAAAAAAEk/fZhjFM6Gj20/s320/100_0692.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5017981615911112322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_8ahpspS7WUE/RaN2_3nSjtI/AAAAAAAAAFM/ZAPRRu6O4Mg/s1600-h/100_0699.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_8ahpspS7WUE/RaN2_3nSjtI/AAAAAAAAAFM/ZAPRRu6O4Mg/s320/100_0699.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5017985249453444818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mummy and Mathilda.Oooh look at the cake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most fun part of the evening was of course when the bride and groom re-entered the ballroom after their first outfit change.Since the wedding was held at Orchid Country Club,they were going to ride in on a buggy.Like at Faisal's wedding,we had to dance as we enter.So all us cousins gathered round in front of the buggy,outside the ballroom.There were at least 20 of us,extended cousins and all.We were all so excited.Shazee and I started squealing and jumping.We were making so much of noise and we hadn't even started dancing yet!Then we were given our cue and once everyone was ready,all of us started dancing into the ballroom while the buggy came slowly behind us.That was truly amazing.It was so fun!Too bad we don't have pictures because everybody was dancing.The night went well after that.We started taking pictures with our phones and exchanging numbers.And after it all,we took a group photo and said our goodbyes,which took really long.Everytime we said goodbye,we'd start talking about something else.And then we'd say goodbye again and we'd suddenly remember something.And so the whole goodbye process took so long.But I think the real reason was,nobody wanted to leave.Who would blame us?It was one hell of a wedding.There's no wedding like a wedding of our family's.So someone get married quick then we can do it all over again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_8ahpspS7WUE/RaN3ZnnSjuI/AAAAAAAAAFU/zDEixqHlM10/s1600-h/100_0637.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_8ahpspS7WUE/RaN3ZnnSjuI/AAAAAAAAAFU/zDEixqHlM10/s320/100_0637.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5017985691835076322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_8ahpspS7WUE/RaN2m3nSjsI/AAAAAAAAAFE/RytJRqgancs/s1600-h/100_0697.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_8ahpspS7WUE/RaN2m3nSjsI/AAAAAAAAAFE/RytJRqgancs/s320/100_0697.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5017984819956715202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The whole family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_8ahpspS7WUE/RaN1tnnSjrI/AAAAAAAAAE8/jnO4ZPJrKWg/s1600-h/100_0666.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_8ahpspS7WUE/RaN1tnnSjrI/AAAAAAAAAE8/jnO4ZPJrKWg/s320/100_0666.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5017983836409204402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daddy stuffing the laddoo into Parveen's mouth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_8ahpspS7WUE/RaN1OXnSjqI/AAAAAAAAAE0/f9Rhtrfrt4o/s1600-h/100_0706.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_8ahpspS7WUE/RaN1OXnSjqI/AAAAAAAAAE0/f9Rhtrfrt4o/s320/100_0706.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5017983299538292386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at my freaking big mouth.That Faheem kept coming into the picture everytime we wanted to take one and then we'd start laughing and we never got a good one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_8ahpspS7WUE/RaN0y3nSjpI/AAAAAAAAAEs/k8OBSpsZEjk/s1600-h/100_0702.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_8ahpspS7WUE/RaN0y3nSjpI/AAAAAAAAAEs/k8OBSpsZEjk/s320/100_0702.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5017982827091889810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Us girlies.We rock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For more pictures, click &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://asia.pg.photos.yahoo.com/ph/tarsmarsbars/album?.dir=6e1dscd&amp;.src=ph&amp;store=&amp;prodid=&amp;.done=http%3a//asia.photos.yahoo.com/ph//my_photos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://asia.pg.photos.yahoo.com/ph/tarsmarsbars/album?.dir=6e1dscd&amp;.src=ph&amp;store=&amp;prodid=&amp;.done=http%3a//asia.photos.yahoo.com/ph//my_photos"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or just copy the link and paste it then.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14621163-4592262730068703584?l=sillywonkers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sillywonkers.blogspot.com/feeds/4592262730068703584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14621163&amp;postID=4592262730068703584&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14621163/posts/default/4592262730068703584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14621163/posts/default/4592262730068703584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sillywonkers.blogspot.com/2007/01/now-im-not-so-busyi-can-upload-pictures.html' title=''/><author><name>tasneem</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14199524172621268526</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/_8ahpspS7WUE/SQG-DWMnmPI/AAAAAAAAAnM/fEn8vjaJfQw/S220/DSC05442.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_8ahpspS7WUE/RaNw4XnSjjI/AAAAAAAAAD8/NeqxY4_O5nY/s72-c/100_0636.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14621163.post-7815390545359340891</id><published>2007-01-08T17:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-08T17:50:31.159+08:00</updated><title type='text'>all grown up</title><content type='html'>This is only my &lt;em&gt;first&lt;/em&gt; entry of the year because I've been so bloody busy what with school and everything.It's been a week since Parveen's wedding,which rocked by the way.I'll upload all the photos,the &lt;em&gt;nice&lt;/em&gt; ones,next time I blog.But if you want to know about and see some photos then you can go read my cousin Shazee's blog.She blogged right down to detail so you won't miss a thing. (: HAPPY NEW YEAR TO ALL!I know it's late but it's the thought that counts right?Oh!My birthday's in, 17 more days! I shall write down a list of what I want next time as well so you know what you can get me,alrightey?(: Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's amazing how many people I meet on the way home.Today itself,I saw Soleha, Khairunnisa, Afiq, the other Khairunnisa, Gwendolyn and Melody.And everyone's looking all grown up now.It's funny.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14621163-7815390545359340891?l=sillywonkers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sillywonkers.blogspot.com/feeds/7815390545359340891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14621163&amp;postID=7815390545359340891&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14621163/posts/default/7815390545359340891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14621163/posts/default/7815390545359340891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sillywonkers.blogspot.com/2007/01/all-grown-up.html' title='all grown up'/><author><name>tasneem</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14199524172621268526</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/_8ahpspS7WUE/SQG-DWMnmPI/AAAAAAAAAnM/fEn8vjaJfQw/S220/DSC05442.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
