<?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-2739793975669037815</id><updated>2012-03-10T01:53:08.289+08:00</updated><category term='AW'/><category term='S-U-N-D-A-Y'/><category term='W-E-N-D-N-E-S-D-A-Y'/><category term='T-H-U-R-S-D-A-Y'/><category term='something wrong ?'/><category term='M-O-N-D-A-Y AND T-U-E-S-D-A-Y'/><category term='a new dawn'/><category term='i'/><category term='general scince sucks'/><title type='text'>A New Leaf</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dustbin-face.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2739793975669037815/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dustbin-face.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2739793975669037815/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>AF</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>586</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2739793975669037815.post-7871358021889767754</id><published>2012-03-09T15:41:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2012-03-10T01:53:08.383+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What's my career?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-size: 100%; "&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mPrFQBZbcx8/T1m0OqXmRHI/AAAAAAAABtA/HtKomc2DasU/s1600/AnhnmF_CMAABchL.jpg"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%; margin-right: auto; margin-left: auto;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 271px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mPrFQBZbcx8/T1m0OqXmRHI/AAAAAAAABtA/HtKomc2DasU/s320/AnhnmF_CMAABchL.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5717799365907989618" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; font-size: 100%; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%; "&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mPrFQBZbcx8/T1m0OqXmRHI/AAAAAAAABtA/HtKomc2DasU/s1600/AnhnmF_CMAABchL.jpg" style="font-size: 100%; "&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;After stressing for over an entire week, I settled on something simple yet smart looking. I had to bear with the heat of wearing two layers of clothing, but thank god it down poured overnight leaving the weather exceptionally cold &amp;amp; calming in the morning, and throughout the entire day basically. I felt extremely awkward in the bus heading to school this morning because every other upper secondary guy was was dressed formally; Buttoned down shirt, legit pants, leather shoes. I swear I could've mistaken some of them for owners of companies...okay maybe one of the employees. The girls too! I love girls who wear really slick &amp;amp; formal; Below-the-knee pencil skirts, white buttoned down, stilettos even though they'll tower over me. My bestfriend looked great too in her own way(see picture above), simple. Like me! All in all, everyone looked amazing. I love career day but I wish some girls wouldn't take the opportunity to look like hookers, honestly. I won't further share on my day because I've sworn not to be ramble about things society doesn't care about(reality check, what makes me think society cares about my career day, in a neighbourhood school?) I have a pretty hectic, productively filled week ahead so I'm taking this weekend to relax &amp;amp; recharge because despite it being a holiday, education doesn't stop for someone who is going to sit for a national examination. I have nothing further to elaborate, henceforth till my fingers feel the need to paragraph. Goodbye.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 100%; text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span  &gt;UPDATE 1.36AM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 100%; text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 100%; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 100%; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AwlA5-3-ckk/T1o_wCzu3kI/AAAAAAAABtM/fY94J9OnTF8/s320/Anjwp2WCAAELIpy.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5717952771520388674" style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 252px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 100%; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 100%; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;I've grown to love frames like these to share pictures on my blog because it gives my blog a scrapbook feel to it, no? So I was about to start on a new post to share this particular event today, but since these two events happened on the same day; Career Day &amp;amp; bowling with my cousins + Mel's boyfriend, I decided fit an update into this initial post rather than wasting on a whole new post. Hence, hello. As you can see, I did pretty well for myself. There were 3 other people playing as well, but since we took two lanes, I only wanted to snap a photo of the screen with my name on it. I don't want to boast about how I'm pretty awesome at bowling, but honestly sometimes people underestimate me. I'm not totally clueless when it comes to sports you know! I know a thing or two. We all met at 10pm and went bowling for a near 3 hours or so? Too bad my sister couldn't be there because she was held up at work. No adults, none. Just us teenagers. It was pretty cool but because I have the lamest bedtime in the history of the galaxy, 9pm, I was pretty much tired throughout. I powered through &amp;amp; enjoyed the time with my cousins. I hope they had a blast! I tried to be as lively as I could considering it was already midnight. My eyes are watering up out of exhaustion but these exhausted tears are joyful tears of course. I have nothing more to share. Oh except my fingers got stuck in one of the bowling balls &amp;amp; I always threw myself to roll together with the ball, besides that...nothing. Goodnight universe!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2739793975669037815-7871358021889767754?l=dustbin-face.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2739793975669037815/posts/default/7871358021889767754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2739793975669037815/posts/default/7871358021889767754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dustbin-face.blogspot.com/2012/03/whats-my-career.html' title='What&apos;s my career?'/><author><name>AF</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mPrFQBZbcx8/T1m0OqXmRHI/AAAAAAAABtA/HtKomc2DasU/s72-c/AnhnmF_CMAABchL.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2739793975669037815.post-5279868945608100530</id><published>2012-03-06T18:38:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2012-03-06T18:56:56.363+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sleepless In Seattle.</title><content type='html'>Down to the last week of school. I've thrown all motivations to excel out of the window &amp;amp; have slipped on my figurative holiday suit. Too bad the teachers are shaking their heads in disapproval, what's worse they've planned a career day on the last day of term 1 which is the bitches of all bitch. Honestly can't I simply peacefully end my 1st term without having to awkwardly dress up for a batch of strangers? I hate to be the cause of poor participation for my class henceforth, I'll suck up every bit of shy I have &amp;amp; simply attend. Please no snarky comments about what I'm going to wear. It's embarrassing enough getting laughed at by the mirror, not by hundreds of students too! I thought wearing last year's outfit would settle everything, unfortunately I've gained like a 100000 pounds over the year I couldn't even get the buttons to meet it's holes. I was so depressed I took a pair of scissors and cut the entire shirt into shreds. Better the shirt than my fats, no? I'm pretty sure I did well for this term considering I paid attention for every lesson, &amp;amp; almost if not aced every test, except for Math. I hate Math. Always have, always will. Oh which reminds me, I was so exhausted today I fell asleep during Chemistry class for a good, solid 30 minutes. That has never happened before! I've usually dozed off for a couple of minutes but today I flat out napped through the lesson. No drool, but I still felt disgusted with myself. However, today my art teacher pointed out to me that I am a very disciplined student &amp;amp; probably one of the best in the entire class. WIN! I've never gotten such a compliment from a teacher before in my life. I blushed &amp;amp; simply pretended I was busy coloring something that was already perfecto. What more, when the teacher called out for us to pick the size we want for our N level canvas board, she didn't bother asking me. She simply appointed that I have the biggest size, adding that she was sure I could handle it. DOUBLE WIN! I felt so proud, though I was modest, during the art lesson today. It's Wednesday tomorrow, and as much as I'm dreading 3 whole periods of nothingness, maybe I'll take the opportunity to catch up on some snooze time. I'm joking of course. I'll probably be spending the entire of next week in school though. With the scheduled extra classes during the holidays, I'll probably be bald by the end of this month! To understand my previous sentiment, answer this; What do you do when you're in frustration? I tug on my hair. The sun is setting, so I shall too. Goodbye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2739793975669037815-5279868945608100530?l=dustbin-face.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2739793975669037815/posts/default/5279868945608100530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2739793975669037815/posts/default/5279868945608100530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dustbin-face.blogspot.com/2012/03/sleepless-in-seattle.html' title='Sleepless In Seattle.'/><author><name>AF</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2739793975669037815.post-5207473935826169490</id><published>2012-03-02T14:23:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-03-02T14:23:35.743+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span &gt;I can't blog with the tv loud as fuck. Henceforth, goodbye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2739793975669037815-5207473935826169490?l=dustbin-face.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2739793975669037815/posts/default/5207473935826169490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2739793975669037815/posts/default/5207473935826169490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dustbin-face.blogspot.com/2012/03/i-cant-blog-with-tv-loud-as-fuck.html' title=''/><author><name>AF</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2739793975669037815.post-4006114895294813043</id><published>2012-02-21T18:51:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-23T21:33:47.779+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I rather be blind than be in mental agony.</title><content type='html'>I hate seeing people achieving or succeeding in things that they do. Even if they are my friends, because it just reminds me of how much of a failure I am at only the age of 17. It sucks when you see people being rewarded for their success, being rewarded both literally &amp;amp; emotionally. Maybe I'm a horrible friend for feeling this way when I see any of my friends succeed. No, I'm a horrible friend because I say this out loud. I'm sure everyone feels this way. Sure, you'll be proud &amp;amp; happy for them for like a second, after that it's pure envy. The circle of friends I have are all moving on with their lives, smiling at their achievements, &amp;amp; here I am...repeating a grade. I've always considered myself at least right outside the circle of intelligence, now I'm so far away the only thing I see is the knowledgeability of a turd. I keep trying to fit this into my brain that everything happens for a reason. What possible, logical reason could there be to rid of my knowledge? And my pride. The statistic of my obvious depression will lead to a probable suicide, I'm telling you now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2739793975669037815-4006114895294813043?l=dustbin-face.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2739793975669037815/posts/default/4006114895294813043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2739793975669037815/posts/default/4006114895294813043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dustbin-face.blogspot.com/2012/02/i-rather-be-blind-than-be-in-mental.html' title='I rather be blind than be in mental agony.'/><author><name>AF</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2739793975669037815.post-5282104703323033387</id><published>2012-02-20T16:49:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-20T17:16:07.798+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Too young to decide, too old to not.</title><content type='html'>You know that feeling when you can't see the road ahead of you any longer? Everything is just a daze &amp;amp; you don't know whether you should just hope for the best &amp;amp; keep on driving forward or hit the brakes &amp;amp; wait out the mist? Well, if you have never experienced that, I'm living proof that that feeling sucks in every way possible. I used to be really organized. I used to be so sure of what I wanted, I used to be sure of my route. Now I'm lost. And I'm not saying that just to gain sympathy or raise what is left of my social status or whatever. I'm saying this because it's legit. I have never felt so unsure of my life ever. Sure, from time to time I see my goal but most of the time I haven't got a clue of what I aim to achieve. Repeating this level wasn't my choice, it was made for me. I never said I was going to comply, nor did I say I was going to resent &amp;amp; rebel. However, I'm not one to disobey my parents when it comes to important decisions but fuck, here I am 17 &amp;amp; still depending on my parents to make the right choices for me? Shouldn't I know what the right choices? After all it is my life. Subconsciously I choose to believe I'm still a child &amp;amp; am unable to plan out my future. Realistically though... I never stood for what I wanted, that I know. I hated myself for that, but thinking about it now I never wanted that either. What I want is far from my reach. I rather not share with you what that is. Truthfully speaking, I'm someone that goes with the flow. I've always been. I've never really had a 10 year plan or something like that, I lived in the moment but I hate the moment I'm presently current at. So to conclude, probably the most prominent decision of my adolescence was made without me having a say, and that fact is hair-tugging worthy. On the other hand, if I hadn't sat idly by &amp;amp; allowed someone to make that decision for me, I'd probably still be scratching my head. There's no conclusion really, I've always gone with the flow, but now I'm struggling trying to break away from this flow...only, even if I succeed breaking away, it'll only leave me at a lost.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2739793975669037815-5282104703323033387?l=dustbin-face.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2739793975669037815/posts/default/5282104703323033387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2739793975669037815/posts/default/5282104703323033387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dustbin-face.blogspot.com/2012/02/under-your-spotlight.html' title='Too young to decide, too old to not.'/><author><name>AF</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2739793975669037815.post-802297366157122780</id><published>2012-01-24T07:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-24T07:59:16.281+08:00</updated><title type='text'>If I Die Young..</title><content type='html'>I was about to start off with 'Sunday Morning rain is falling...' before I realized it's a bloody Tuesday. Sorry, when it's an extended holiday I sometimes mix up the days. So, good morning everyone! You're probably wondering what the fuck is this dude up at 7.30am on a fucking holiday. Believe me I'm wondering that myself. I think it's because I went into slumber at 10pm, ergo me waking up this early. I'm starving but well, there are cons of waking up before mum does.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've been going back &amp;amp; forth on this website over the past few days but every time I type out one paragraph, read it through &amp;amp;  I realized it sucked. Hopefully this is a better introduction.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;School's out for two days in celebration of Chinese New Year. Ah, one of the many perks of living in a multi-racial country. Even though I'm not &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Chinese&lt;/span&gt;, I get a holiday too. I did absolutely nothing productive yesterday except sitting &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;in front&lt;/span&gt; of the television rotting my eyes &amp;amp; ass off. Bad TV &amp;amp; bad food equals to a very lazy, mundane Monday. Hey, I'm not complaining! I'd much rather to wasting my life away on this couch then in school.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The atmosphere is so calming outside I'm almost tempted to go out for a run, but then my brain will list out all the other awesome things I can do at home &amp;amp; then the thought of going out for a run will seem silly. Story of my life. Story of a procrastinator. Story of a fat person. I'm not that contempt or determined to get a toned body. Sure, now and then I wish I could touch my stomach and feel the 6 squares sexing up my appearance but I don't really mind being slightly overweight. I'm definitely not healthy, but I rather be stuffing my face with delicious treats than having to watch my weight, eating only grass every single day. All hail fat people!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last night I had a terribly vivid dream about me being severely punished for not doing my homework. Hence why today I'm solely dedicating it to my school work. Art, math, science all that bullshit. I think it was a sign from the universe saying I better get my shit together this year. And I will, after this short holiday is over &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;okay&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You know, sometimes I wish I would blog something remotely relevant to my title. I think I'll start soon. Only blogging about things that is relevant to my post's title.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I guess that's about it. Have a great day ahead everyone!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2739793975669037815-802297366157122780?l=dustbin-face.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2739793975669037815/posts/default/802297366157122780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2739793975669037815/posts/default/802297366157122780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dustbin-face.blogspot.com/2012/01/if-i-die-young.html' title='If I Die Young..'/><author><name>AF</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2739793975669037815.post-2245111004797389096</id><published>2012-01-18T15:56:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-18T16:18:36.562+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Kid On The Streets.</title><content type='html'>It is not fun when you're in a new class with people already having their own little cliques and you're sitting there like.....I need twitter.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh how is it that it's already Wednesday? I'm only gradually starting to prepare for the week and it's coming to an end already. Repeating a grade or not, lessons remain boring as fuck. I don't mind. I find sitting in front of a teacher while he or she rambles on about their expert subjects comforting. That's the closest I'll ever feel to actually studying. I have a number of tests coming my way this week &amp;amp; the next. I have no idea whether I'm prepared to face where I stand, and I'm also not sure about whether there will be a Geography test tomorrow or not. I didn't hear anything from my subject teacher but I've been hearing my classmates murmur about it all around. The teachers have decided to put me in the first band for maths which is totally unreasonably stupid seeing as though I fucking flunked my mathematics in my N Level examinations. This teacher however, he's really strict. As much as I find strict teachers annoying &amp;amp; have no semblance of a life, I love that they can get me to get my work done. Through fear or comfort, I don't really give a fuck. All my subject teachers are nice &amp;amp; I can tell they genuine want me, I mean us, to pass our N's with flying colours. Can these 'colours' take me to fly with them please?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Apart from having only one legit friend in class, everyone else is nice &amp;amp; funny as fuck. I'm a tad resistant to be an actual member of this class because...well because I'm me. I have my '4E class of 2011' tshirt packed in my bag at all times just to remind myself of where I actually come from. Even though the students are very warm towards me, warm like how the weather has been lately, I still prefer my old class. I know I was alone throughout my entire REAL secondary 4 days, but I still felt like I belong. Okay maybe partly belong. Semi..FINE I HARDLY BELONG but I spent 4 years with that batch. They have a special place in hell. I mean my heart.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;An extended holiday is approaching! I'm excited to have some time off, maybe meet up with my friends or something. Friends? You have two friends, Glee &amp;amp; Twitter.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Goodbye!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2739793975669037815-2245111004797389096?l=dustbin-face.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2739793975669037815/posts/default/2245111004797389096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2739793975669037815/posts/default/2245111004797389096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dustbin-face.blogspot.com/2012/01/new-kid-on-streets.html' title='New Kid On The Streets.'/><author><name>AF</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2739793975669037815.post-2318584895565113986</id><published>2012-01-15T02:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-15T02:48:34.167+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Egoism leads to remorse.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;(&lt;b&gt;Bear in mind that I'm blogging January 14th's events&lt;/b&gt;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Please excuse me if my English is a tad rusty tonight. I've been away from storybooks for a while now, so you can only imagine how horrible my enunciation is right now. Also, I'm feeling pretty gloomy &amp;amp; the fan is blowing my hair out of proportion it keeps poking my eyeballs. Plus I simply want to shut this desktop down and comfort in the warmth of my quilt. Be it cold or humid, my blanket is a must.&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today went down pretty unexpectedly. The moment morning settled in, my grandmother received a call from my overseas relatives living in Johore Bahru, Malaysia that her brother has gotten really really ill out of a sudden and is currently in the hospital undergoing surgery, if I'm not mistaken. Also, we received news that my aunt, who is living in Singapore, had surgery last night because her cancer came back once more. I'm hoping she's fine because my family &amp;amp; I went to see her in NUH earlier. She's well enough to crack tiny jokes so I guess she's gradually healing. Alhamdulillah. Unfortunately, the same cannot be said for my grandfather living in Johore Bahru, the one who was admitted to the hospital two nights ago. Earlier tonight, we received a call from his wife &amp;amp; she delivered us the sad news. He had passed. And my family had already arranged to head over to Johore &amp;amp; see him in the hospital the next day...but we were too late. I think my body froze &amp;amp; halt function for about a minute or two. It was pretty devastating news because he has never had a medical issue throughout his life, but apparently his son found him passed out on the floor of his bedroom, took him to the hospital the next day &amp;amp; within 24 hours, he was announced dead. Again, I can't be certain. Being a teenager, no one really tells you anything in detail. Long story short, he has passed away.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm only sad in a way. I don't feel an overwhelming emotion of sorrow. No, I only feel down knowing that a blood relative died today without my family &amp;amp; I saying our last goodbye to him. I'm sure he's in a good place now &amp;amp; that the only reason he has passed is because god loves him more than we do. Tomorrow they're putting him into peace, but us kids aren't allowed to come with. Well, my mum did asked me to come along but I don't feel emotionally prepared to watch someone being buried. I can't. Just not ready. I'll send my prayers from here though, definitely.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So that was basically my day. Finding out an aunt is in intensive care in the hospital, also finding out my granduncle - I still don't know his title. Grandfather? Granduncle? Uncle? - has passed away. It really makes my body weak to find out all these things. Definitely not the ideal news I wish to wake up to. I don't know how I'll be able to cope tomorrow. Everything just feels so different in a way I can't describe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I seriously salute my grandmother. She lost her brother today and yet she was able to stand strong &amp;amp; take the news. Sure, you can tell by her facial expression that she was at the verge of breaking down &amp;amp; frankly speaking, crying it all out is better than hiding it all in, but she didn't shed one tear. You cannot find another woman who is at that age and is still able to control her emotions. You can't.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today has been really hectic so I'm logging off now and hit the hay. Goodnight, and be kind to one another.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2739793975669037815-2318584895565113986?l=dustbin-face.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2739793975669037815/posts/default/2318584895565113986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2739793975669037815/posts/default/2318584895565113986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dustbin-face.blogspot.com/2012/01/egoism-leads-to-remorse.html' title='Egoism leads to remorse.'/><author><name>AF</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2739793975669037815.post-7005135436714719181</id><published>2012-01-11T23:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-11T23:10:50.491+08:00</updated><title type='text'>DONT MIND THIS POST SIMPLY POSTING THIS TO SAVE TO MY IPOD FOR M ART RESOURCES. HEHEHE</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-w-kdnsabXk8/Tw2mcsU3dUI/AAAAAAAABs4/hWWacRLKWEY/s1600/bride-and-groom-entwined-ha.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 303px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-w-kdnsabXk8/Tw2mcsU3dUI/AAAAAAAABs4/hWWacRLKWEY/s320/bride-and-groom-entwined-ha.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696392115558774082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-y0zQfGMDIfU/Tw2mcoK9jbI/AAAAAAAABso/IyFOdAIsAGo/s1600/lost%2Bin%2Bthe%2Bhaze%2BPS%2Bmet%2Bornamenten.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 233px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-y0zQfGMDIfU/Tw2mcoK9jbI/AAAAAAAABso/IyFOdAIsAGo/s320/lost%2Bin%2Bthe%2Bhaze%2BPS%2Bmet%2Bornamenten.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696392114443488690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2739793975669037815-7005135436714719181?l=dustbin-face.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2739793975669037815/posts/default/7005135436714719181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2739793975669037815/posts/default/7005135436714719181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dustbin-face.blogspot.com/2012/01/dont-mind-this-post-simply-posting-this.html' title='DONT MIND THIS POST SIMPLY POSTING THIS TO SAVE TO MY IPOD FOR M ART RESOURCES. HEHEHE'/><author><name>AF</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-w-kdnsabXk8/Tw2mcsU3dUI/AAAAAAAABs4/hWWacRLKWEY/s72-c/bride-and-groom-entwined-ha.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2739793975669037815.post-7351158648770194945</id><published>2012-01-06T20:38:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-06T21:16:02.980+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Senior Year Prequel.</title><content type='html'>A whole week of school has gone by. Pulse check; I'm still alive, barely though. I don't know why am I even so exhausted given that all the lessons should basically just be a revision to me. I guess I'm striving for more than what my brain can deliver. Well get a grip nerve center, because you'll be doing a lot of mental exercise for here on out.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My new classmates are overwhelmingly friendly. I expected them to leave me out of activities given that I'm the new kid &amp;amp; all but hell to the no. They try to include me in everything but because I'm that much of an anti-social, arrogant person, I refuse their offer to be part of their team. I need to get myself checked out because reality check bro! You wanted to belong.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The world, if not god, proved to me that he isn't as cruel as I thought. The recess period for the secondary 4's &amp;amp; 5's are together which means I can still enjoy my meal comforted by the warmth company of my beloved friends. Thank you world, or god. Talking about recess, they changed the vendors &amp;amp; menus because our feedback last year was mostly about how expensive and extremely sucky the food was but this year, it's ten times worst! I found a hair in one of my crab meat this week. Great way to start a year coming of school, no? And my meal is costing up to $3.  What is this man! School is known for cheap food! If I wanted to spent $3 on food, I rather go out &amp;amp; eat chicken rice or something. And the vendor for drinks is extremely unfriendly &amp;amp; rude. I don't expect A grade customer service obviously but a smile when you take my money out of my hands would suffice! Or maybe not slam my drinks of the counter? Who even hired these people.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I should stop talking about school. For all I know a teacher might be reading my blog. Shall seal my lips &amp;amp; nail my fingers on my thighs before I type out something that will get me in some seriously deep shit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wait, if I can't talk about school then what &lt;i&gt;can&lt;/i&gt; I talk about? I guess I'm done. The weekends are upon me. You have no idea how happy I am right now knowing that waking up at noon tomorrow is possible. Have a great weekend ahead all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2739793975669037815-7351158648770194945?l=dustbin-face.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2739793975669037815/posts/default/7351158648770194945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2739793975669037815/posts/default/7351158648770194945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dustbin-face.blogspot.com/2012/01/senior-year-prequel.html' title='Senior Year Prequel.'/><author><name>AF</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2739793975669037815.post-1471693810808210413</id><published>2012-01-02T02:37:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-02T03:14:31.916+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Marry The Night..</title><content type='html'>School is in a day. I don't have school shoes, my hair is still quite long, I don't know where's my bag, my uniform is either deep down in the laundry basket or still is under my pile of clothes soaking up a month of dirty laundry smell. Basically I'm not prepared &amp;amp; this is a first for me because over the past couple of years I would've been ready for the first day of school 2 days before it officially begun. Guess I have to get everything done by today or I'm burnt toast tomorrow. For those of you who are stupid enough to not follow me on twitter or somehow you went deaf because I've basically been screaming this from Burj Khalifa, I'm repeating secondary 4. Yes, another possible final senior year. Absolutely not looking forward to this at all because I've been surrounded by people I know &amp;amp; are almost comfortable with for 4 years! Now I have to restart my social skills again &amp;amp; make new friends? No I'm perfectly fine with the handful that I've got. I'm just hoping 2012 will go by so quickly it'll soon be the end of year break again. I don't feel like typing out in paragraphs so this will have to suffice. It's almost 3am now. In my head, I'm thinking that if I go to bed late enough then maybe Tuesday will come at a much slower pace. Sadly that won't be the case. If I go to bed into the wee hours of night time, then I'll probably be up at noon the next day. Maybe I'll just be an insomniac forever, but forever sounds like a long time. I need my rest, my beauty sleep. Faces like mine don't just appear, they need to be well rested. I'm kidding, sometimes I look in the mirror and say "This is the sperm that won?" I'll just start blabbing about random stuff that I feel is interesting all right? Fair warning, I might bore you to death. Because the weather was an extreme heating bitch today, I decided to cut off the sleeves of one of my why-did-I-buy-this tshirts. I'm no Ashley Isham so of course it turned out horrendous but I wasn't expecting it to look nice anyway. But because I still felt uncomfortably warm, I grabbed the scissors once more &amp;amp; cut out the entire circle line collar. Now I feel breezy, but I basically look naked. Who cares right? Family are the only people you truly feel comfortable around because I'm definitely never going to wear this shirt out...ever..ever..for as long as I live..ever. I was looking at all my class photos, from the year 2008 t0 2011. I realized I didn't look good once. Well, maybe at '09. That was totally irrelevant wasn't it? I'm bored out of my mind here! It's 3 in the morning and nobody is awake. Tell me what to do! Oh I've yet to share about my day at the beach with 2 friends just a day before new year's eve. I'll touch on that on another day. For now, Goodbye &amp;amp; in the name of Ellen Degeneres, "Be kind to one another."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2739793975669037815-1471693810808210413?l=dustbin-face.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2739793975669037815/posts/default/1471693810808210413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2739793975669037815/posts/default/1471693810808210413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dustbin-face.blogspot.com/2012/01/marry-night.html' title='Marry The Night..'/><author><name>AF</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2739793975669037815.post-7782972478198744726</id><published>2011-12-31T21:46:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-31T21:49:01.524+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Leave everything that made 2011 a living nightmare, start afresh. Everyone deserves to be happy so tonight, drop everything and relish that you made through another year only slightly unscathed. Happy new year everyone!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2739793975669037815-7782972478198744726?l=dustbin-face.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2739793975669037815/posts/default/7782972478198744726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2739793975669037815/posts/default/7782972478198744726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dustbin-face.blogspot.com/2011/12/leave-everything-that-made-2011-living.html' title=''/><author><name>AF</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2739793975669037815.post-6087069949796949924</id><published>2011-12-31T21:06:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-31T21:43:16.480+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;center style="font-family: Verdana, Geneva, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;b&gt;Looking Forward&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: Verdana, Geneva, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; text-align: -webkit-auto; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: Verdana, Geneva, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; text-align: -webkit-auto; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;center style="font-family: Verdana, Geneva, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;i&gt;May this new year find you&lt;br /&gt;healthier and happier,&lt;br /&gt;peaceful, content, satisfied,&lt;br /&gt;looking forward&lt;br /&gt;to fresh, revitalizing interests,&lt;br /&gt;a variety of pleasures,&lt;br /&gt;interesting new people,&lt;br /&gt;material and personal successes&lt;br /&gt;to make this new year&lt;br /&gt;the best one yet.&lt;br /&gt;Happy New Year!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center style="font-family: Verdana, Geneva, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center style="font-family: Verdana, Geneva, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center style="font-family: Verdana, Geneva, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center style="font-family: Verdana, Geneva, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center style="font-family: Verdana, Geneva, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center style="font-family: Verdana, Geneva, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center style="font-family: Verdana, Geneva, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center style="font-family: Verdana, Geneva, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2739793975669037815-6087069949796949924?l=dustbin-face.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2739793975669037815/posts/default/6087069949796949924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2739793975669037815/posts/default/6087069949796949924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dustbin-face.blogspot.com/2011/12/new-years-eve.html' title=''/><author><name>AF</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2739793975669037815.post-1109291411993718118</id><published>2011-12-27T01:21:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-27T02:22:27.786+08:00</updated><title type='text'>4 days away to 2012!</title><content type='html'>I think I've gone into despair. Okay that's just a little exaggerating...I've only given up all hopes on trying to reason with my dad. Funny, throughout my years of growing up I've always been told to be more mature but now that I'm faced with an adult decision to make, my parents slap 'you are too young to make this decision' on my face. Ironic, no? I guess I'll just live under the authority of my parents for the rest of my life. Be a kid for the rest of my life. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's so dark outside. I think this is the latest I've stayed awake this week. Lately I've been going to bed early. I'm usually knocked out by midnight but I felt like getting back into my old routine tonight, so explains why I'm here at 1.40am. Today was fine. Spend the entire afternoon watching movies with mum. No Strings Attached is definitely not a movie to watch with your mother. Too awkward. Transformers; Dark of The Moon was great of course. Michael Bay is a movie-maker god! Rosie Huntington-Whiteley is the reason why I will be having wet dreams tonight. Had lunch with dad even though I had this gut wrenching feeling that he's not happy to see my face. He even eye rolled me when I enter his car. What's wrong with you bro? I'm still your son, your blood. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Since twitter has a sickening 140 word limit, I decided why not post my birthday wish list here instead! Although I know it'll be a mistake because I have 249 followers on twitter, I have 0 readers here. I'm going to do it anyway, but not tonight. No, my brain's too fuzzy to function right now but as soon as I gather up all the things I wish to receive on my birthday, the list will be up. Stay tuned! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I told you guys on my last entry that I want to be spending a day at the beach before the year ends right? That will still happen even though we're 4 days away from 2012. I'll go alone if I have to, but I doubt it will come to that. I have loyal, awesome friends. Only a handful of friends, but loyal. Most of them anyway.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So far I've only confided to one person about how I've been feeling; Twitter. Liar. See when I'm down, everyone else should feel down as well. It's just the way I am. When I'm upset, I cannot stand looking at someone who's happy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's 2.16am. Long day tomorrow, oh &amp;amp; a date with the vice principal. Totally looking forward to that. Sigh, if only conveying tones was easy when you're typing out something on the internet. The thickness of my sarcasm, you would not even believe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Goodnight world, and if the world ends on 2012, I'll be fine with it. I'll die pure, at the age of seventeen. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2739793975669037815-1109291411993718118?l=dustbin-face.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2739793975669037815/posts/default/1109291411993718118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2739793975669037815/posts/default/1109291411993718118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dustbin-face.blogspot.com/2011/12/4-days-away-to-2012.html' title='4 days away to 2012!'/><author><name>AF</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2739793975669037815.post-3139476283502836632</id><published>2011-12-24T11:05:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-24T13:29:46.971+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bring on 2012.</title><content type='html'>It has literally been 4 months since I last submitted an entry here. God, why has it been so long? I used to enjoy blogging, now I dread every time I have to remotely type out something that's more than 140 characters.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's been raining for the past few days &amp;amp; I'm just loving it. I love rainy days but if the sun continues to only shine in the morning, that won't do. &lt;i&gt;Rain rain go away, I plan to go to the beach someday&lt;/i&gt;. What a week I've had. My spirits has been down for the past week &amp;amp; it's all because of my horrendous N Level results. Okay maybe I didn't do badly, but I didn't pass. If not securing a place in secondary 5 mean that I failed, then yeah..I did. I'm still proud of my results though. I anticipated not to pass math so I had emotionally prepared myself to deal. I crumbled the very next day upon receiving my results though, but that was a whole other story. I scored an A1 for English so that's obviously something to be celebrated. B3 for both Humanities &amp;amp; Art, &amp;amp; C5 for Mother Tongue. Not too surprised about MT, I always know it was not my forte. To me, either you do extremely well for English, or Mother Tongue. I'm not bilingual sorry. In total, I scored 21 points. Not proud of this at all. Funny how most people can ace their math, but not me, and by ace, I mean border line pass. I can either choose to move on to ITE or do another year of secondary 4. Of course, if it was up to me I'd choose to move on, but sadly according to my dad 16 year old's are not allowed to make decisions especially one as big as this. He wants me to repeat another year. Seriously I'm just drained from trying to reason with dad. You won, congratulations on my utter misery. Sweet mother however, she wants me to be happy &amp;amp; choose wisely. I hate when she guilt's me into doing things. So I guess I'll be repeating another year. Dear batch of 2012 seniors, please welcome your new classmate with open arms.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Spend my afternoon with a great friend yesterday. I advise those who are under a heavy load of stress to simply grab your most reliable, awesome friend among the bunch &amp;amp; hang out. That was all I needed, a day of hanging out with a friend to ease my soul. Thank you A!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It drizzled earlier, now it has receded. Maybe going to the beach to cycle can be a go plan after all! But doubt so. Mum wants to catch a movie with her two sons today; Ghost Protocol: Mission Impossible. I'm waiting for Julie to give me a call. She's suppose to meet me today before she goes off for work. I haven't seen her in a week! Guess I'm done here. I can't promise I'll post more often but if my laziness doesn't consume me, I'll be here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to ease everyone's worrying heart about me, I'll be fine. Repeating another year will be good for me to improve my grades. Move on with your lives, but don't forget me okay? Have a great day ahead!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Oh &amp;amp; thank you to those who tried to cheer me up on twitter after reading my depressing tweets. Love you guys!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2739793975669037815-3139476283502836632?l=dustbin-face.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2739793975669037815/posts/default/3139476283502836632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2739793975669037815/posts/default/3139476283502836632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dustbin-face.blogspot.com/2011/12/bring-on-2012.html' title='Bring on 2012.'/><author><name>AF</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2739793975669037815.post-1880598005456427278</id><published>2011-09-10T09:35:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-10T09:43:32.491+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ball Busters</title><content type='html'>So basically I've been on hiatus. Sorry about that, it's just the N Level part 1 papers was last week &amp;amp; I really just concentrated fully on doing well. I think it paid off since I found the papers manageable, but I don't want to give myself false hope. I'm just gonna stick with "I did my best." So how is everyone doing? Still out &amp;amp; about to various relatives house I assume? My raya ended within a week. Mum's side done, dad's side done. What more? Except I haven't gone with my friends though. Hard to settle on a date but we're definitely going this year, like last year &amp;amp; the previous year &amp;amp; the previous year too.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm yawning so much this morning. Why won't I just go back to sleep? Something, or someone, made me wake up at 7am.  Really? It's a fucking Saturday. Who the fuck wakes up at 7am on a Saturday morning? Not a good start to my day but this just means I have more time to do more things, well..that's how I choose to look at it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Social Studies paper is over, so is my Mother Tongue Language paper &amp;amp; my English Language paper. A huge sigh of relieve please! Now I just have to focus all my attention to the 4 papers coming in a month time. That gives me plenty of time to revise! I just hope I won't waste it &amp;amp; have to do really last minute revision. Somehow last minute revision makes me remember better. I guess different people have different ways to study.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm dragging mum to that Velocity Shopping Mall at Novena later. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh look at that. Despite my hiatus, I still do not have anything interesting to share. Cheers boring!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2739793975669037815-1880598005456427278?l=dustbin-face.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2739793975669037815/posts/default/1880598005456427278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2739793975669037815/posts/default/1880598005456427278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dustbin-face.blogspot.com/2011/09/ball-busters.html' title='Ball Busters'/><author><name>AF</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2739793975669037815.post-9010055894892646944</id><published>2011-08-29T00:19:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-29T00:59:28.603+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fashion! Turn to the Left...Right.</title><content type='html'>The weekends are over, but thanks to the election day, Monday is a holiday for students. Oh yeah, but unfortunately I'll be spending the entire of today at home, scrubbing floors, vacumming carpets, changing the curtains, changing the pillow cases..why, you ask? Hari Raya is on Tuesday of course! The Ramadhan month is coming to an end. I must say, I'm kinda sad is over...for reasons I cannot explain. Mainly because I can't save money anymore. Hmph. My raya clothes are all set. Blue this year baby!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year will be sort of different because instead of going to Atuk's house first, we'll be going to cik Nani's house. Probably because she lives in a private property &amp;amp; it'll be more spacious I guess. Atuk will be there though. It's gonna be a great day, because I've mentally prepared myself to have some fun &amp;amp; laughter before I really get down to business which is N's. At least I know I did some studying today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow will be kind of hectic &amp;amp; busy since it's the last day of the ramadhan &amp;amp; there's alot of things to be done to make the house look inviting...not like it's always dirty &amp;amp; yucks-athon of course. I have to do spring cleaning at noon, run to the salon to get my haircut so I'll look decent for raya the next day, go home &amp;amp; study a bit, dinner with the fam &amp;amp; I think geylang at night. Wahh macam busy eh aku? What more will I have to do tomorrow? Hmph. I really should be hitting the sack now. Gotta conserve my energy. What's more, I'll be fasting tomorrow. Must must must. I don't think I'll sleep since it's already near 1am. I'll have to wake up again in 3 hours. Why bother right? I'll just soothe my ears with some songs from the Glee Hit TV show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dinner with dad &amp;amp; his wife was great. The food was delicious. I highly recommend Sakura. Especially the sweet &amp;amp; sour chicken. If it doesn't give you orgasms, I don't know what will. The service was a bit annoying though. Seriously how can you NOT have dessert? What kind of restaurant does not serve dessert. Honestly I want to smack that waitress right at her face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What more can I do to kill time? It's really annoying to want to stay up till 4.45am without having anything to do. Maybe I should just eat now &amp;amp; it my sahur meal. But I like eating with brother during sahur because he's always all moody &amp;amp; cranky at 4.45am &amp;amp; I'll always wake up ready to seize the day, &amp;amp; I'll start to annoy the crap out of him &amp;amp; make him angry which is always satisfying to see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have nothing to blog about no more. I'll update again when I can.&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2739793975669037815-9010055894892646944?l=dustbin-face.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2739793975669037815/posts/default/9010055894892646944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2739793975669037815/posts/default/9010055894892646944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dustbin-face.blogspot.com/2011/08/fashion-turn-to-leftright.html' title='Fashion! Turn to the Left...Right.'/><author><name>AF</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2739793975669037815.post-4324061874708890404</id><published>2011-08-27T01:55:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-27T02:35:46.073+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Your Song.</title><content type='html'>I've been stressing out over N's lately. Literally that's all I think about these days. In the bus to school, in the bathroom, lying down, listening to music, watching TV, even now as I'm typing this out, my mind is swirling just thinking about N's. I'm not prepared, then again no one is ever really prepared. I hate myself for not wanting to put my 110% into wanting to do well. I keep putting off studying, telling myself that I don't need like a week to revise when really; I do. Social Studies is coming up soon &amp;amp; that subject is really tough because there are a lot, &amp;amp; I mean A LOT of notes &amp;amp; factors you have to remember by heart. Honestly speaking, social studies is basically common sense. If it's common sense, why didn't you ace the subject Amirul? Pfft.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh I have to replace my thoughts with something more lively than dark. How about the upcoming Hari Raya? Woo okay. I'm so pumped for it mainly because of meeting my cousins, &amp;amp; meeting cousins that I didn't even know exist. Meeting my aunts &amp;amp; uncles. Everyone! Also, all the food. Food, yes! Especially the rendang at Atuk's house. I swear it's the sex. There's school on the second day of Raya but I doubt I'm attending though. It's just, the second day is usually the day I go out raya with my dad. It's tradition so to say. So so soooo excited. Something to look forward to I guess. Also, the Health Fiesta at school on Thursday! I'm pumped over that too. I just love it when my school has events that stretch up to the entire day, which means no lessons. The school apparently will be breaking a record for the most number of people dancing at the same time. If we do break this record, the school's name will be recorded in the Singapore's Book of Records so I just it's an honor. I just hope the students will cooperate is all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It rained so heavily this morning I had half a mind to continue sleeping but I already missed one day of school this week. I can't afford another. Especially since the teachers held a 3 period long SS lesson for us. I must say, it was helpful receiving that stack of notes &amp;amp; a few tips from Mdm Aida on how to answer Source Essay Questions. Now I can tackle 'em no problem. Chey no lah. At least I didn't go into a deep sleep during the lesson! That's good enough for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ramadhan month is coming to an end. I'm kinda disappointed in myself because I strived for a straight 30 days but I failed, of course. I can't help it! I have no tolerance &amp;amp; &lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;discipline&lt;/span&gt;. If I see food, I must have it right away. It was pretty sweet of my principal to compliment us, the muslim students, about the fasting month. About how it teaches us discipline &amp;amp; tolerance &amp;amp; blablabla. And also about the asking for forgiveness during Hari Raya itself for all our wrong doings. Yes, it is a beautiful thing thank you for noticing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lately my school has been burning a hole in my pockets. I have to pay for a lot of things &amp;amp; it's really kind of annoying me. Everyone's buzzing about the cost of the graduation night. Apparently it's too expensive but the thing is, majority of y'all chose it to be at the grand city hotel &amp;amp; now you wanna get all annoyed for it being expensive. Everyone should've thought it out more, including me. Now I regret voting for that place. I'd much rather have it in the school hall &amp;amp; feel like I'm in a glee set. Okay no. Why can't my prom be like Glee? I'll be singing "I'M NOT GONNA TEACH HOW TO DANCE WITH YOU!" like how Darren Criss belted it out. Sigggh. I'm living in a fantasy again. Who wouldn't want to right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next week's gonna go by really quick. It's a long weekend ahead with Monday &amp;amp; Tuesday being holidays. So happy! I guess I can't really go out partying on these two days, lol. It's cracking up the texbooks time! It's the Presidential Election day tomorrow(Saturday). To fellow adults; Please choose wisely, particularly not someone named T-Tan. Go figure which one. If y'all have been reading m tweets, you should know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, bed time. Dinner at Nurul Huda's house tomorrow with the whole family. Sexcited! Goodnight love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2739793975669037815-4324061874708890404?l=dustbin-face.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2739793975669037815/posts/default/4324061874708890404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2739793975669037815/posts/default/4324061874708890404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dustbin-face.blogspot.com/2011/08/your-song.html' title='Your Song.'/><author><name>AF</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2739793975669037815.post-3674055754636513852</id><published>2011-08-24T00:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-24T00:29:22.382+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Only When You're Lonely.</title><content type='html'>These days I find it a need to smoke at least 5 cigarettes a night just to clear my mind &amp;amp; let me feel a bit at ease. As N levels draw closer, my nerves are starting to work. My thoughts are everywhere from Will I be able to score 19 points or below &amp;amp; what am I gonna do after this is done. I'm a hot mess, as simple as that. To top it all off, I haven't even remotely began my revision &amp;amp; there's about 41 days left. I'm dead, toast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a lighter note, Hari Raya Puasa is nearing. I'm pumped! I've always loved Hari Raya. I love it when everyone gets together &amp;amp; there will be laughter, delicious food, joy. But I doubt this year I'll have much fun with N Levels floating around at the back of my mind, which is stupid because it should not be at the back of my mind, it should be the only thing I'm thinking about. What I should be living, eating &amp;amp; breathing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our preliminary 2 results have been released &amp;amp; may I be the first one to say; HORRENDOUS. I don't even wanna get into my math, science &amp;amp; humanities. It's just too disgusting, really. However, everyone did just as badly as me. I mean c'mon, the highest among the entire 4NA is a B4 if I'm not wrong. At least I know it's not me, the paper was difficult. Well, technically it's me because I didn't do any studying, &amp;amp; I doubt the rest did too. I've imporved in science but still failed. I have to do well for humanities. Got to, got to. I failed english's paper 2 also but I'm just praying to the good god that my overall will be a pass. So far, the only subjects I know I've passed, by a border line is art &amp;amp; mother tongue. I could've scored higher for art but because I rushed everything in one night, it wasn't complete work. Oh well, 59 has to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I need rest. Goodnight, &amp;amp; will update when I can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2739793975669037815-3674055754636513852?l=dustbin-face.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2739793975669037815/posts/default/3674055754636513852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2739793975669037815/posts/default/3674055754636513852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dustbin-face.blogspot.com/2011/08/only-when-youre-lonely.html' title='Only When You&apos;re Lonely.'/><author><name>AF</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2739793975669037815.post-7399868815328381836</id><published>2011-08-16T23:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-17T00:10:40.791+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stronger Than Yesterday</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;I warned you, but you went ahead anyway &amp;amp; now your life is falling apart. All I can do is be by your side &amp;amp; hope for the best, but I can't help wanting to say I Told You So.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no idea when was the last time I actually sat down &amp;amp; blog. I think it was one or two weeks ago? So here I am, &amp;amp; I'm gonna give you a blow-by-blow of what's been going on in my life. Well, really there's nothing much to share as you have read from all my previous post, my life is pretty much typical &amp;amp; boring. I shall not bore you to death with my nonsensical obsessions of TV shows that have ended, so let's just focus on school. Afterall, that's what I should REALLY be doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Preliminary examinations part 2 for the secondary 4 normal academic students commenced like a week ago, but there was a week interval, so now it has resumed but this Thursday will be my last paper, Art. Studying every night, burning the midnight oil, trying to cramp every formula ever invented into my brain is what I should be doing but as for those who know me well, I talk a good game but I don't actually play it. I really should though. With the N Levels just around the corner, I'm wondering why am I even here sharing about my pointless, otherwise irrelevant life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lately I've been so unorganized I took almost an hour searching for my entry proof. Normally, even in the midst of my mess, I still knew where everything was &amp;amp; am able to find everything in a snap but really, my math notes are slipped in between my geography textbook, my social studies notes are buried somewhere down my physics file. Everything is everywhere &amp;amp; it pains me to be that lazy to the point that I can't find a single thing &amp;amp; have throw tantrum to everyone who's not at fault. Mainly, sorry brother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, the mathematics paper today was hell. It was so difficult I sat there for 2 hours staring at it &amp;amp; wondering, "The fuck is this?" However though, I did manage to complete every single question by practically writing random numbers, go with eenie meenie miney more &amp;amp; choose that to be my answer. I won't even be surprise if I get a single digit for paper 2, or 1 for that matter. Maths has never been my forte but I did score a 60 once, &amp;amp; that was it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I'm done for the night. My face feels dry. Gotta wake up for sahur tonight. I hate it when my grandmother lies to me, telling me that there's only like 5 minutes left to eat, so I rush to the kitchen only to find out I still have nearly an hour still. Damn that mother chucker. Lock your doors, keep each other safe. Goodnight!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2739793975669037815-7399868815328381836?l=dustbin-face.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2739793975669037815/posts/default/7399868815328381836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2739793975669037815/posts/default/7399868815328381836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dustbin-face.blogspot.com/2011/08/stronger-than-yesterday.html' title='Stronger Than Yesterday'/><author><name>AF</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2739793975669037815.post-9139457868123370168</id><published>2011-08-08T00:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-08T01:23:21.744+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Loser-Palooza.</title><content type='html'>Ah, it's that time of day again. Wait, what time exactly? Lol okay really I don't really know how to start so since I've been dying to say that phrase, I just thought I'd start with it, but of course it doesn't have any link to anything because now you're wondering, what time is it? It's mother fuckin' past midnight that's what time it is. Blast the music, clear the dance floor. Papa needs to break it down. Sadly it's Monday tomorrow &amp;amp; the Monday blues have set it, for most people. But not me! Why? I've just been given the gree light to ditch school tomorrow. Okay really even if I do attend, I won't enjoy it because I sit way up front in the school hall while my friends are all way at the back. So, screw school! I'll be wakin up at noon on Monday, good life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weekends have been really dull for me. I basically sat in front of the TV, counting down the hours to my break fast. I know it's against the rules, or whatever, to count the hours, but bitch the fact that I don't consume anything for 12 hours is good enough. Really proud of myself because for the past few years, I couldn't stand fasting for ONE day, now I've been fasting for a straight six days &amp;amp; I'm feelin fine! In fact, I can't even consume much when the time for break fast arrives. I only take like 5 minutes to drink something &amp;amp; munch something before I feel full. I found a way to kill time; The Internet. Okay, to narrow down, Queer As Folk. I know, again it's against the rules to watch shows with sex scenes but you try finding a show for me that DOESN'T have sex scenes. Really? The the 21st century! Sex..sells.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today however, was especially..special because instead of normally watching QAF, I decided to finally push through my hesitations &amp;amp; watch The Notebook(since dinosaurs rule the world, I know). And I found, I ABSOLUTELY LOVE IT. I cried a bucket I swear! I've never cried that much since Titanic for christ sake! It's definitely number #1 on my favorite movies list right now! It topped Titanic, &amp;amp; that's something alright. Just ask the people who know me best! They all know how fond I am of Titanic, &amp;amp; to have another movie top the charts...it's definitely a must watch to all you peasants. Did I just call my readers a poor farmer with low social status? Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a sadder note, one of my aunts recently passed away..like really really recently. I don't really know what to feel because, to be honest, we're not really that close. But she's not like a distant aunt or something. She's a close one. Practically blood. It feels pretty weird to know that, when Hari Raya comes, I won't be seeing her anymore with her husband &amp;amp; her son like I always see them. Oh god now I feel like tearing up. May you rest in peace, &amp;amp; if I knew how to recite a prayer, I would but...yeah. And to the son, who's a cousin of mine who I grew up with &amp;amp; played with &amp;amp; everything, stay strong &amp;amp; you should know that my siblings &amp;amp; I are always, forever here for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shining some light to my family's tremendous loss is a bit too soon. I shall end here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2739793975669037815-9139457868123370168?l=dustbin-face.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2739793975669037815/posts/default/9139457868123370168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2739793975669037815/posts/default/9139457868123370168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dustbin-face.blogspot.com/2011/08/loser-palooza.html' title='Loser-Palooza.'/><author><name>AF</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2739793975669037815.post-7246557317328461870</id><published>2011-08-06T00:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-06T00:33:32.957+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The First Avenger</title><content type='html'>So after the combined science papers today, I went to watch Captain America together with my 2 friends. It was supposed to be 3 but Julie bailed because her boyfriend came &amp;amp; she hasn't seen him in like 3 days. Bleagh. Anyway, when I left the theater, I kinda felt disappointed with the movie because everything went by too fast &amp;amp; the way Red Skull was killed wasn't even further explained, but while I was in the bus ride home, I re-evaluated the movie &amp;amp; I guess it was pretty awesome. Maybe an 8/10. Chris Evans was smokinnn. A little tip to all those who are planning to watch it soon, stay till the end of the credits. Why? AN IMPORTANT SCENE LIES IN THE END. Now after watching it, I wanna be him more than ever. Why? He was a scrawny little guy who was put into a sort-of-oven &amp;amp; came out to be a total walking wet dream. Then, he crashes a plane &amp;amp; goes into SLEEP for 70 years, wakes up &amp;amp; still manages to look like a sex god &amp;amp; on top of that, he woke up in the now modernised NEW YORK. Fuck you Steve Rogers you're the luckiest SOB ever. &amp;amp; I'm pretty sure Iron Man's father was in there; Tony Stark. The man who invented the machine to turn Captain America into a sex god? Yeah he's Iron Man's dad in case you're wondering. All in all, watch Captain America; The First Avenger. Watch it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How's everyone doing tonight? God I've been loving the weather so much these days. It's been cold &amp;amp; wet I feel like I'm living in Forks. All I need to do now is to look for a family of sexy vampires &amp;amp; I'm set! Lame. Sharks the date of this post is supposed to be the 5th of August, not the 6th. Bare in mind of the date please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As many of you should know by now, Ramadhan has begun. For years I've struggled &amp;amp; sort-of hated this month because really who can survive 12 hours without eating? This year I decided to give myself a try &amp;amp; started fasting for real, &amp;amp; I've found that I love it! I've been fasting for 5 days in a row now. That has never happened to me before in my 16 years of living! Proud of myself, yes I am. I even bragged about it to my dad earlier today when he was giving me a ride to school. He just cut me off halfway &amp;amp; said, "Then all these years you never puasa ah?" Lol I just kept quiet &amp;amp; changed the subject.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did horrendously for my math prelim 2 paper. I literally sat there, dumbfounded &amp;amp; kept on racking my brians trying to remember what Hasan taught me the night before but my mind just went blank. How I wish I had a photographic memory. I would go around &amp;amp; snap snap snap at ever single math formula. Or maybe a camcorder memory. That way I can record every single math lesson. Oh wouldn't that be awesome? I think I did pretty badly for english too. I have no idea what's wrong with me but everything is blur..&amp;amp; I'm down to about a month before N's. Kill me now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Getting bored. Goodnight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2739793975669037815-7246557317328461870?l=dustbin-face.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2739793975669037815/posts/default/7246557317328461870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2739793975669037815/posts/default/7246557317328461870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dustbin-face.blogspot.com/2011/08/first-avenger.html' title='The First Avenger'/><author><name>AF</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2739793975669037815.post-5661187240524419516</id><published>2011-08-04T15:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-04T15:18:51.692+08:00</updated><title type='text'>INJUSTICE.</title><content type='html'>Well, there's only one word to describe my day; SUCKED.&lt;div&gt;Here's what happened, no teacher has been giving me any warnings about my hair at all. Nothing. Nobody said anything to me when they walked  by me along the corridors but today, we had our class photo taking. I'll admit, my hair's a little long now &amp;amp; I've been meaning to cut it but I can't find the time because I've been busting my ass off to study for prelim 2 &amp;amp; N's. Anyway, when I stood outside the MPH while my classmates were arranging themselves according to height, my DM came to me &amp;amp; told me my hair is long. So, she threw a piece of cloth over my shoulder, took out her scissors &amp;amp; starting copping off chunks of my hair. I was so stunned I just stood there, dumbfounded at what she was doing. After she was done, she stood back &amp;amp; said, "There, nice already." So I quickly ran to the bathroom &amp;amp; what do I see? CRAP. Yes, she turned my well conditioned, everyday shampooed, full of products hair into CRAP. You can imagine my frustration after growing my hair for about 5 weeks. HELLO DYOU THINK HAIR IS FUCKING EASY TO GROW?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Urgh, now I'll just put my rage aside because it's not good for people who are fasting. Yes, I'm fasting. Other than that, my day wet pretty normal. Pretty sure I flunked both math &amp;amp; humanities(social studies). Gah what's happening to me? I had SS at the palm of my hands! I rushed to finish up the last SEQ in less than 5 minutes. My hands are cramping. I realized holding a pen for too long &amp;amp; writing to fast can give you hand cramps. I know I have 'em.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last night was so unplanned. I was at home trying to figure out some math questions with only my formula book for reference when I received a call from Hasan. He asked if I wanted to come study with him &amp;amp; two others(Fudhail &amp;amp; Kaiye). Since they were basically a block away, I decided why not...but of course A knew that's not true. Haha! Deciding to study with them was NOT  a mistake. Hasan basically taught everyone there. My knowledge about math was refreshed but of course studying for 3 hours wasn't enough..which is why I struggled during the math paper. Oh well. What's done is done.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well I guess now I have to make a trip to the barber to make my hair a tad decent. An impossible job thanks to my F up dm. So pissed off right now. Bye.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2739793975669037815-5661187240524419516?l=dustbin-face.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2739793975669037815/posts/default/5661187240524419516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2739793975669037815/posts/default/5661187240524419516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dustbin-face.blogspot.com/2011/08/injustice.html' title='INJUSTICE.'/><author><name>AF</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2739793975669037815.post-4404595577491548205</id><published>2011-07-30T00:48:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-30T01:12:53.259+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Like I'm Made of Glass.</title><content type='html'>Well, another week of school gone by. It's Saturday &amp;amp; what a perfect song to listen to; Moves Like Jagger. Gah I think I'm a Maroon 3 gpoy, even though I don't really know what that means. Oh well. In too much of a good mood to give a fuck, to anything...or anyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School's been keeping me busy busy busy. Blame it all on art. "Blame on my coursework, blame it on my art, blame on mdm leh leh leh leh leh leh lim." I swear if you sing it with Blame It On Alcohol's beat it sounds funny. To me at least. Anyway, yes blame it on art. Been rushing trying to complete all my boards before the deadline. Alhamdullilah, I completed all..with even a few more days to spare for some last minute touch ups. Thank you Mdm Lim for being such a motivator, no joke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for my other subjects, I am absolutely clueless when it comes to math &amp;amp; humanities. I have to stop falling asleep during class! My preliminary examinations are just around the fuckin' corner, not to mention my actual N Level examination. I even tried moving away from Farah in my math class &amp;amp; sitting alone instead in hopes that I can concentrate better, but to no avail. While I was still struggling with part A, everyone was already on part C. I nearly broke down when I realized how far behind I am. Lets just hope I have enough motivation to even bother opening up my math textbook &amp;amp; formula book thus weekend. If not, screw me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of me, I was so bored today &amp;amp; was a little annoyed that people are getting like 10 likes for one status that I decided to search for random depression quotes to post on my wall hoping for at least some attention but the only one who even bothered with them was my cousin, Mel. Guess I know where I stand now. Somewhere between irrelevant &amp;amp; invisible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God I'm so exhausted today. I was already about to walk out of school when I remembered I had to serve 2 hours of detention or else I'll have to serve 4 on Monday. So I dragged my feet to the school's foyer &amp;amp; signed in. Kaliesa was there, at least someone to talk to...&amp;amp; annoy. Time did not fly by however. I found myself constantly looking at the digital clock on my phone. Felt so depressing watching all the students walk out of school ready to welcome the weekends while I sat there, wasting my time. Yknow they really should have made us done something productive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My iPod is giving me some troubles again. Technically it's iTunes. Why the fuck must apple products be so annoying? Unique, sure. But this is annoying unique. A few months ago I restored this laptop which cause it to delete everything. Now, because none of my songs are on my iTunes anymore, I have to erase everything on my iPod in order to add new ones. Which sucks because I have over 500 songs which took a while to download. Now what do I do? If you have a solution, help. I'm tryin' to figure out how to turn my iPod into a hard disk. I'm sure there's a way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, time for me to go into a short coma. Goodnight lovelies!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2739793975669037815-4404595577491548205?l=dustbin-face.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2739793975669037815/posts/default/4404595577491548205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2739793975669037815/posts/default/4404595577491548205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dustbin-face.blogspot.com/2011/07/like-im-made-of-glass.html' title='Like I&apos;m Made of Glass.'/><author><name>AF</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2739793975669037815.post-1246773785239693845</id><published>2011-07-26T22:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-26T23:17:43.728+08:00</updated><title type='text'>One Degree, Brian KINKY.</title><content type='html'>Well, it's been awhile hasn't it? No not really. I've not been blogging sincerely these days I don't even remember my last post. Pretty sure it had something to do with the racist remarks on twitter. Oh well, that ship has sailed. All about me me me now.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's 11pm on a Tuesday night &amp;amp; normally I would be fast asleep, or like last week, hard at work on my art piece..but no. I've made a deal with my sister, she says she'll help me buy (something) &amp;amp; in return, I fetch her from the bus stop. It's a fair deal really. Everyone's practically asleep already which makes me more creepier for me. I hate the dark these days.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;School wise, I had a great day. For starters, I found 5 bucks at the bus stop this morning. Basically that made everything seem better. As per usual, lessons were nothing but a bore. Good news is, after weeks &amp;amp; weeks of preparing, I finally managed to hand in my art work 2 days before deadline. Progress baby! &amp;amp; I'm the first one in class to do so. CHEERIO! I had to excuse myself from the art class we had after school because, prior to being absent yesterday, I had to take my chemistry test. That was the one thing I dreaded, other than math. I had thought that the questions were gonna be difficult but found it rather manageable. I think combined science is my forte. Nahhhh, my physics &amp;amp; chemistry teachers still think I'm the only boat sailing slow in the class. What is it with me &amp;amp; sailing today?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;An ambulance arrived at school today around lunchtime. A &amp;amp; I stood withing stalking distance to find out who was injured. Of course, when you see an ambulance in school, it definitely means someone was seriously injured. Duhhh. Or else our fellow Red Cross Youth could have fixed him up. Sadly I merely saw a glimpse of him, not even his face. So much for wanting to know. We stood there for a near 20 minutes but to no avail.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Takin' advantage of the fact that school begins slightly later tomorrow. Jumping up &amp;amp; down knowing I have an extra hour to sleep. Thank you again my beloved principal. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The date for me N Levels are drawing closer. No please god oh no I'm not ready. I'm 73% sure that I won't make it, or even pass. Yup, no confidence. At least I know I've secured my art..&amp;amp; english oral exam. I don't wanna sound boastful but I think I did pretty good for that two. My ML oral examination is tomorrow &amp;amp; heck, I don't know why bother seeing as though I barely know how to translate any english words to malay. I'm screwed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, that's pretty much my life. ADIOS!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2739793975669037815-1246773785239693845?l=dustbin-face.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2739793975669037815/posts/default/1246773785239693845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2739793975669037815/posts/default/1246773785239693845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dustbin-face.blogspot.com/2011/07/one-degree-brian-kinky.html' title='One Degree, Brian KINKY.'/><author><name>AF</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2739793975669037815.post-2988026865857771881</id><published>2011-07-24T22:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-24T22:20:30.001+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ComicCon</title><content type='html'>Stop racism please. We really do not need a war to begin. Is this really the kind of world you want children to be living in? Oh bullshit I'm only 98% sure that the trend  'blamethemuslims' on twitter was started by a narcissistic, deprived of attention teenager.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna stay nonchalant. I'm not gonna act on it, even though I almost did. I was 2 tweets in but I knew if I continued, I'd just be that much of a racist as the people who started this bullshit. I have better things to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's Monday tomorrow &amp;amp; normally I would be dreading it, but tonight all I feel like doing is jumping onto the bus and begin(really resume) studying. My bags are packed, my uniform has been steamed iron, fresh pair of socks at the ready...bring it on! Although, I'm pretty sure I have a chemistry test tomorrow but fuck it. I'll do some really REALLY last minute read thru.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh wow. I just realized how uninteresting my life is. I can't even write about something that seems remotely interesting. That's a real boost for my self-esteem. Hi Mr boring, is there a Mrs? NOPE BECAUSE I'M TOO BORING TO GET ONE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's talk about the world today because it seems like everything is falling apart. The horrific tragedy at Norway, the blaming of the Muslims, the collision of two trains in China that left 35 people dead, the death of Amy Winehouse. Though I think the last one isn't really relevant. Still; Rest in peace Amy Winehouse. 'til this day, Rehab still plays in my mind. Now, about how happened in Norway...it was horrific. 92 people were killed from the terrorist attack &amp;amp; shooting spree. 85 were teenagers. How do I sit here &amp;amp; act all nonchalant when innocent teenagers are dying out there? Now I sound hypocritical. Didn't I just accuse a teenager for starting that dumb trend on twitter? And now here I am defending teenagers. Well, we teenagers are full of shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heart goes out to the families of whom were killed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a lighter note, I managed to get a move-on on my art. Kind of enjoying it actually. Who knew painting &amp;amp; drawing could be so much fun? but exhausting...like how exhausted I am now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm off. Goodnight world.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2739793975669037815-2988026865857771881?l=dustbin-face.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2739793975669037815/posts/default/2988026865857771881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2739793975669037815/posts/default/2988026865857771881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dustbin-face.blogspot.com/2011/07/comiccon.html' title='ComicCon'/><author><name>AF</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2739793975669037815.post-6878381945397205807</id><published>2011-07-20T16:27:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-20T17:15:12.350+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dumbfounded.</title><content type='html'>Whoa, it has only been a week since the franchise Harry Potter was released here in Singapore &amp;amp; I've already watched it twice, TWICE. Now this is what you call a DIE HARD Harry Potter fan. Brushing dust off my shoulders, ask me anything you want baby.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, I think I've been absent for far too long. I  apologize to the zero number of readers I have. Lol. Anyway, I've been too busy with homework &amp;amp; my art coursework &amp;amp; being tired &amp;amp; just...oh fuck it, truth is I've been too engrossed with this old, but new to me, gay TV show called Queer As Folk. Don't judge me, or the characters okay! The show is inspirational &amp;amp; I've always stood up for equality. I guess this is my way of showing how much I truly support gay marriage &amp;amp; gay rights. Okay now you're judging me. Don't. I'm straight as an arrow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now, let's talk about how my life has been lately. All is well, just like the last line of the Harry Potter &amp;amp; The Deathly Hallows book. My relationships with my friends has never been stronger, same goes for my family. School is the only toll in my life right now. I'm starting to understand why being a senior isn't all that awesome. I mean sure, having power over everyone else..not really... There's just so many things to be done in such a short period of time! My art coursework is due by the end of the month &amp;amp; I still have like countless of drawings still left unpainted. I have a stack of homework still undone, both from last week's &amp;amp; this. I have to burn the midnight oil every night just to get everything done so I won't have to put up with a scolding. Teachers just don't get it do they? I know they're trying to prep us for the national exam, but damn baby be cool! I need to breathe for gods sake. And on top of that, I feel like I need a day off at least once a week. Exclude the weekends, like this Friday! I'm planning on giving it a miss. Seriously it's so hectic for me. Like right now, I feel so guilty for even being on the net knowing that I have so much things to do rather than being here. I just want this nightmare to end!! Bring on the national exam already so I can blow it &amp;amp; poop on my future. Oh will you just look at that, all isn't well after all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Earlier I was talking to one of my classmates. I didn't take literature, so we had an extra chemistry class instead which I so gladly screwed and did my social studies instead. Anyway, he told me about his ex girlfriend that he was with for 11 months. So I asked him what happened between them, and he just shrugged and told me she broke up with him through a letter, yes boys &amp;amp; girls you heard it right. A FUCKING LETTER. How shitty can a girl be to not have the fucking guts to dump a guy in his face? I mean a letter bitch, seriously? A TEXT would've been better, a phone call would've sufficed, but a fucking letter? So I told the guy he's not losing anything. She clearly proves how much she's worth by breaking up with a guy she's been with for nearly a year, through a letter. I mean it's not as if she lives 10000000 miles away! Heck, she's just 3 classes away from his. This girl is a fucking joke. I burst into utter laughter when he told me how she dumped him. What a loser.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, best be off.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2739793975669037815-6878381945397205807?l=dustbin-face.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2739793975669037815/posts/default/6878381945397205807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2739793975669037815/posts/default/6878381945397205807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dustbin-face.blogspot.com/2011/07/dumbfounded.html' title='Dumbfounded.'/><author><name>AF</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2739793975669037815.post-1801725965983950851</id><published>2011-07-14T19:36:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-14T20:03:44.412+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Skyscraper</title><content type='html'>When the teachers told us, the Graduating Batch, that our timetable is packed to the brim, they weren't kidding. These days whenever I wanna go online for an hour or two to simply surf the net, I have to stay up 'til about 2am just to complete the homework's given &amp;amp; not to mention my Art coursework. Seriously I just want this nightmare to end. I'm exhausted everyday &amp;amp; my body is aching so much right now, &amp;amp; I'M ONLY 16.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm really sleepy right now but I'm enduring. I just want some 'me' time, &amp;amp; 'me' time consist of Tumblr, Facebook, Twitter &amp;amp; all of my social accounts on the Internet. Yes, that's me now. Kind of like Voldemort, I've broken up my soul into different things; Hocrux. My 'Hocrux' are mainly my social accounts, if one of them breaks down, a little part of me dies. Oh god why am I so creative?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Harry Potter &amp;amp; The Deathly Hallows Part 2 premieres today, here in my country. It's killing me not being able to watch it on the first day it comes out. It's killing me now for gods sake! Whatever. My dad's gonna take me, &amp;amp; I'll also be watching it with my friends...I hope. Just really need some time with my friends, outside of school. Speaking of school, my art coursework is driving me up the wall! I guess I can't really complain. The question paper was given to me last year! I had a good 9 months to prepare, &amp;amp; now I'm busting my ass to finish off everything in 2 weeks. I hate my life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's gonna be Friday tomorrow. Did you just hear me scream out the window? Oh yes I did. I scream THANK GOD IT'S FRIDAY. I need a break, seriously.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"&lt;i&gt;You can take everything I have. You can break everything I am..like I'm made of glass...like I'm made of paper. Go on and try to tear me down. I will be rising from the ground, like a skyscraper&lt;/i&gt;." Truly inspiring lyrics. The last time I was this inspired by a celebrity was when Lady Gaga's Born This Way came out. In case you live under a rock, this newly out song that topped the charts in less than a day is written by Demi Lovato. If you have got the time from you busy schedule &amp;amp; listen to this song; Skyscraper by Demi Lovato. If you're not inspired, something has to be wrong with you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Off I go.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2739793975669037815-1801725965983950851?l=dustbin-face.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2739793975669037815/posts/default/1801725965983950851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2739793975669037815/posts/default/1801725965983950851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dustbin-face.blogspot.com/2011/07/skyscraper.html' title='Skyscraper'/><author><name>AF</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2739793975669037815.post-928567984067779373</id><published>2011-07-11T18:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-11T18:22:43.845+08:00</updated><title type='text'>DAT ASS</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;Me needs to reads Malay story books.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div&gt;You know what's embarrassing? Not understanding your own mother tongue language. Mr Omar even said to me this, while handing out a piece of work that was done a few days ago, "Amirul, bahasa awak semakin teruk tahu." I was like...err I know. Now how the hell am I suppose to squeeze time to read a Malay story book with my time table being 'packed to the brim'. Here's the downside of reading too many English novels, you slowly start to regard English as the ONLY language you speak. Sigh. Now whenever I'm in my mother tongue classroom, I feel like the teacher's talking in some alien language.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, Monday went on pretty well. None of the teachers pissed me off which is good. Plus, none of the students pissed me off either. However, I woke up with the worst headache ever. Everything I did, I had to do it slowly because every time I move vigorously, my head feels like it's about to explode.  I didn't want to eat a panadol in the morning because I tend to get drowsy when I do. Instead, I calmed my nerves before going to school with a cup of tea &amp;amp; Nutella spread on bread. Dad called &amp;amp; offered a lift to school but I was too much of a hothead to accept. Besides, I wanted to listen to some Darren Criss. Huge fan here hello!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I guess tonight will be a night packed with drawing &amp;amp; painting &amp;amp; cutting &amp;amp; writing &amp;amp; coloring. Urgh absolutely not looking forward to it, but I guess I have to burn the midnight oil. Never learn from me kids, never pick up the habit of procrastination.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3 more days to the franchise!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2739793975669037815-928567984067779373?l=dustbin-face.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2739793975669037815/posts/default/928567984067779373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2739793975669037815/posts/default/928567984067779373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dustbin-face.blogspot.com/2011/07/dat-ass.html' title='DAT ASS'/><author><name>AF</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2739793975669037815.post-558481183050015461</id><published>2011-07-10T19:49:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-10T20:26:09.526+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Deathly Hallows will be MY death.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-U2ZLG9AoZ2Q/ThmSVeOQxJI/AAAAAAAABsg/JP8IYSQo8iA/s1600/Harry-Potter-And-The-Deathly-Hallows-Part-2.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 216px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-U2ZLG9AoZ2Q/ThmSVeOQxJI/AAAAAAAABsg/JP8IYSQo8iA/s320/Harry-Potter-And-The-Deathly-Hallows-Part-2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5627690106963936402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The franchise is coming to an end...in 4 days. I'm shaking to my bones here! I'm excited of course, but it's a total bummer that it's the end. I love Harry Potter! Sometimes, before I go to sleep, I picture myself as a wizard battling a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;noseless&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;octoface&lt;/span&gt; villain.  That's how much of a devoted fan I am. I love you Harry!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;AriBoy&lt;/span&gt; has gone home. He's a child of my aunt's &amp;amp; yesterday, after the family gathering at my house, she left him here for a sleepover. He's 3 &amp;amp; very..very..energetic. Nevertheless, he was a great company. You should really have more sleepovers here &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;AriBoy&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;jk&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's Monday tomorrow. GROAN. I hate Mondays. They suck, they symbolize the start of another dreadful weekday, they symbolize the end of weekends &amp;amp; they symbolize the start of another WEEK of school. Screw Mondays...&amp;amp; all the other weekdays. I hate packing my bags, I hate ironing my uniform, I hate finding socks, I hate doing last minute &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;homework's&lt;/span&gt;. I HATE IT ALL! But I guess one thing to look forward to is seeing all my awesome friends again. They make my day if not my life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lets talk about the family gathering we had yesterday for a few minutes. It was awesome! Everyone came &amp;amp; laughter began almost immediately. I felt so comfortable despite having a major migraine. The food was amazing &amp;amp; I had fun watching &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Cik&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Da&lt;/span&gt; play angry birds. After playing it for awhile, she turned to me &amp;amp; said, "&lt;i&gt;Now I know why is it called ANGRY birds&lt;/i&gt;." &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Ha ha&lt;/span&gt;! Appropriate.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm so contempt to caring about what people might think of me through the things that I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;re blog&lt;/span&gt; on my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Tumblr&lt;/span&gt; page. Honestly I don't want to care because, like many sayings go, &lt;i&gt;screw what others may thing of you. You know yourself. &lt;/i&gt;I can't help it! I'm a people person. I care what people think of me which is why I generally cannot stand being genuinely insulted. If it's a joke, I'll let it fly by but if you mean what you say, war will begin.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, I've recently..okay not recently. I've known about this show since I was like 13, but have always procrastinated on watching it. It's called Queer As Folk. No idea why I wanna watch this show. I guess it's to show my support of the LGBT community. But I can't find it anywhere! I found it on my illegal china website but apparently the player is a bitch now that doesn't allow me to download anything. Guess I'm stuck to watching it online. Screw me. But really, I should be cracking up the textbooks now, now old/new &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;TV&lt;/span&gt; shows. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;TV&lt;/span&gt; shows have to wait! My education comes first......&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;AHAHHA&lt;/span&gt; DID I SOUND BELIEVABLE?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I should really be getting off the net &amp;amp; start looking for my school stuff. I can't help it! When my teacher asked if &lt;i&gt;the Internet is part of our lives now? Is it a MUST to have &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Internet&lt;/span&gt; now? &lt;/i&gt;I rolled my eyes &amp;amp; said, Of course not. I can live without the Internet. Now I've realized that the Internet is a necessity. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay I'm bored and the shower is calling for me. A reminder to all the Potter fans out there(&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;mainly those who live in Asia; specifically Singapore&lt;/span&gt;), Harry Potter &amp;amp; The Deathly Hallows part 2 premieres in 4 days! EXCITED MUCH?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2739793975669037815-558481183050015461?l=dustbin-face.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2739793975669037815/posts/default/558481183050015461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2739793975669037815/posts/default/558481183050015461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dustbin-face.blogspot.com/2011/07/bridesmaid.html' title='Deathly Hallows will be MY death.'/><author><name>AF</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-U2ZLG9AoZ2Q/ThmSVeOQxJI/AAAAAAAABsg/JP8IYSQo8iA/s72-c/Harry-Potter-And-The-Deathly-Hallows-Part-2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2739793975669037815.post-3162683809248893455</id><published>2011-07-09T00:23:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-09T00:44:47.029+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The End of an Era.</title><content type='html'>I'm gonna sing it right now &amp;amp; you guys just have to deal with it. TGIF TGIF TGIF TGIF! Okay honestly I only found out what 'TGIF' even meant about 3 weeks ago. That's how lame I am. How was I suppose to know TGIF stands for Thank God It's Friday?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, now that I made it through a week of school alive, I think we should all celebrate. Especially since this week was one of the biggest weeks of my life ever. I had my English oral examination &amp;amp; I have a gut wrenching feeling that I might have flunked it. I mean, of course I answered the examiner's question confidently &amp;amp; in fluent English but I don't think I talked that much, &amp;amp; I left my sentences hanging so they had to figure out if I've finished talking or not. Oh god now that I've thoroughly thought about it, I feel sick. And I missed out one thing; It was my 'N' Level English Oral Examinations..that's why it was a big &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;fuckin&lt;/span&gt;' deal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't even wanna think about it anymore. What's done is done. I wish I have had that kind of mindset, like "You only have one shot at this. Give it your all." &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Ahhh&lt;/span&gt; I wanna redo so badly. Can I just advise all of those students who have their N Level oral exam coming up soon to pluck up your courage &amp;amp; screw being shy? Yes, that's my advise. I think I practically choked up during my turn. I suck so bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to where I was, oh right; FRIDAY! Yes, Friday is finally here. I was ecstatic when I woke up this morning. The only thing on my mind was, "Get through today, party tonight." Of course what I meant by 'party tonight' was, sitting at home &amp;amp; watch a sappy love story with cookies &amp;amp; fizzy drinks. That's my standard partying. Of course there's the valentines day partying; standard movie; Titanic. I am such a loser you have no idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, after school today, I wanted dad to come &amp;amp; pick me up because frankly speaking I don't feel like walking home or taking the bus but sadly he was jacked up at work &amp;amp; couldn't get away. Sigh. So instead I walked with Julie across the park before parting ways. I had only my &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;iPod&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp; my cellphone for company. I really need to get a good book. Something thick &amp;amp; interesting to alternate Harry Potter &amp;amp; Twilight. I hate that I finished those books so quickly. No book can live up to my expectations now. I mean seriously I cannot read books that aren't SCIENCE FICTION anyway. However, I love reading books about the post traumatic stress disorder raped victims face. I have no idea why but I just find it so horrifying &amp;amp; heartbreaking. I'm a sucker for heartbreaking stories, sue me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of Harry Potter, the final movie has been premiered in London already. They made it into such a huge event! I wish I live in London now, more than New York, &amp;amp; that's saying something coming from me. Anyway, the cast &amp;amp; J.K Rowling gave their final heart warming speeches. Like what J.K Rowling said, "Hogwarts will always be there to welcome you." Oh I'm tearing up already!! Please don't make it end!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swear if Twilight wins another award over Harry Potter next year, I will throw a fit I swear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My relatives will be coming over tomorrow for dinner I guess. My grandmother's going all out ordering food from people &amp;amp; buying like thousands of bottles of coke. I'm excited already. I've always loved being surrounded by my family. They're the funniest people I know. Plus, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;AriBoy&lt;/span&gt; will be here. Not that I normally entertain little kids because I find them annoying &amp;amp; attention seekers, but this one I can warm up to since he's adorable. I'm a sucker for adorable little kids, who isn't?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, my eyes &amp;amp; fingers are ready to call it quits for today. Goodnight everyone &amp;amp; have a wonderful weekend ahead.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2739793975669037815-3162683809248893455?l=dustbin-face.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2739793975669037815/posts/default/3162683809248893455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2739793975669037815/posts/default/3162683809248893455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dustbin-face.blogspot.com/2011/07/end-of-era.html' title='The End of an Era.'/><author><name>AF</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2739793975669037815.post-108537866843057220</id><published>2011-07-06T22:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-06T22:43:09.978+08:00</updated><title type='text'>All's fair in love &amp; war.</title><content type='html'>My eyes are exhausted right now I'm trying my hardest to stay awake but apparently the world's working against me today, in everything actually. I should really be asleep right now but I love 90210 too much! It's a great alternative while waiting for Glee or The Vampire Diaries, though I don't think I'll even bother to watch the season 3 of glee. No Chord, you lost one faithful viewer Ryan Murphy.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I spent nearly 2 hours today doing my art. It was so frustrating because everything I drew looked like something that came out from the rear end of a horse, honestly. Until finally, I managed to draw a DECENT looking Christmas tree &amp;amp; decided not to push my luck, so I settled with it. Afterwards, I decided to go on &amp;amp; at least draw one more before calling it a day. I drew a Halloween pumpkin &amp;amp; I think it looked pretty good, though I think I could have done better. Oh well.  Now I only have 4 more boards to go..yipee -_-"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;School was a drag today. I really rather not bother you, anymore than I already have, with stuff about school. To simplify it, school sucked.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, basically that's my life now; school.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Goodnight all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2739793975669037815-108537866843057220?l=dustbin-face.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2739793975669037815/posts/default/108537866843057220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2739793975669037815/posts/default/108537866843057220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dustbin-face.blogspot.com/2011/07/alls-fair-in-love-war.html' title='All&apos;s fair in love &amp; war.'/><author><name>AF</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2739793975669037815.post-33605688979336736</id><published>2011-07-03T23:39:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-04T00:04:59.940+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chord Don't Leave!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Today I don't feel like doing anything. I just wanna lay in my bed. Don't feel like picking up the phone so leave a message at the tone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;I was caught by mum singing that line repeatedly &amp;amp; she practically screamed at me saying "I get it! You don't want to do anything!". Glad you got the message, so why was I ordered to do some chores despite singing that over 100000 times?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I'm in a great mood tonight frankly because prior to the Youth Day that fell, err on Saturday?, the school's giving us a day off on Monday. I love the Ministry of Education suddenly. Anyway I'm going to spend tomorrow doing my art &amp;amp; nothing else. Gotta get my shit together. On top of that, the N Level English examination is on Tuesday, so shoot me now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was fun. Aunt came home from China on Friday night &amp;amp; yesterday she told me her company gave her 4 tickets to watch Transformers in IMAX. Of course, I've been wanting to catch that movie but could never really find the time or someone to go with. She took me &amp;amp; Mel &amp;amp; a friend of hers along. We drove there. The movie began at 3pm. It was so awesome! Watching Transformers in IMAX is really the only way to watch it, &amp;amp; on top of that it was in 3-FUCKING-D. The female lead, Rosie or whatever, is a total eye-candy. Who knew someone could be that hot? The movie was great &amp;amp; the fight scenes were off the chain! The movie ended at 6pm &amp;amp; we all had dinner at this restaurant called Dome. We were droved back home afterwards &amp;amp; I spent my Saturday night watching Jennifer's Body on StarMovies. The movie is a total flop! It was trying to be scary but funny at the same time but it just didn't click. Plus, it was so grusome. Megan Fox didn't even look pretty in it, nor did Amanda. Adam Brody however...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know if you guys have heard the news, or rumour, about Chord Overstreet, aka Sam Evans in Glee, will be leaving the Fox hit tv show. This is such a bummer because I am a huge fan of his character like you guys don't already know. I was devastated when I heard about the news on Twitter yesterday &amp;amp; couldn't really accept it. I went &amp;amp; threw hate on people who encourage his leaving. Seriously I was a mean ass mother fucker yesterday. Anyway, I've calmed down &amp;amp; accepted this because I doubt he'll completely leave ths show. I mean just because he wasn't upgraded to a regular like how Darren Criss &amp;amp; Harry Shim Jr was recently doesn't mean he still won't guest every now &amp;amp; then. He can't really leave yknow. His love affair between Mercedes is still a mystery &amp;amp; I'm sticking to that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So earlier I was on Facebook &amp;amp; I came across this guy's profile &amp;amp; he wrote on his wall about how smoking is bad but right really he's a smoker too because I know him through a friend. How hypocritical can people get? I mean seriously why don't you look at yourself first before you go &amp;amp; write things like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm beat. Goodnight.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2739793975669037815-33605688979336736?l=dustbin-face.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2739793975669037815/posts/default/33605688979336736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2739793975669037815/posts/default/33605688979336736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dustbin-face.blogspot.com/2011/07/chord-dont-leave.html' title='Chord Don&apos;t Leave!'/><author><name>AF</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2739793975669037815.post-3052882697133435937</id><published>2011-07-02T02:10:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-02T02:43:54.413+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Lazy Song- (My Life's Theme Song)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;So, it's 2.10am on a Saturday morning or Friday night. How coincidental that it's Friday night &amp;amp; I'm listening to Last Friday Night by Katy Perry. Okay maybe that one's on purpose but I just wanna feel cool is that so wrong? Seriously. I have no idea why is it so cold tonight. The weather was humid throughout the entire day, it did not rain or even drizzle but now, as I'm sitting right next to the window, even without a slight breeze I still am able to feel how cold it is outside. Oh wait, I shouldn't be complaining. I should snuggle up in my blanket because this badass weather in the middle of the night is the perfect one to sleep in. HOLLA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My day went pretty smoothly I guess. I was absent from school on Thursday for no particular reason of course. Dad was a little angry with me then, but mum was a breeze. Anyway, Friday was great. It was the SAF day &amp;amp; there was this whole presentation about the National Service, which honestly I got bored of after like 3 minutes into the slide show. To sort-of celebrate Youth Day, some church in my home estate gave out free muffins in the school canteen during our recess. There was no religious agenda though but I still felt nervous eating it. Oh well! Dad refused to pick me up after school so I had to take the bus myself, which was a total drag. I hate busses with the air con turned off...or maybe turned on but on a higher degree. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Weekends are finally here..hoorah! And because the Youth Day falls on Saturday or Sunday, we are given a holiday on Monday, which means 3 days of break. Sadly, the moment it's over, the N Level oral examination begins..on a Tuesday. My register number for this examination is 0001..or is 001? Kill me now mum, dad why did you have to start my name with the letter A?! It's fine. I'm prepared for sure. Mr Sim took us in earlier for his English class because our own English teacher was absent. His class rocked! We simply had to go around and practice our picture discussion or reading aloud or conversation with our classmates. Awesome right? Time flew by &amp;amp; before I knew it, school ended. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm gonna take this short 3 days break to finish up my art coursework &amp;amp; my maths homework. If I don't get a move on on either, I'm lacking behind for sure. I just hate art. Seriously it's so troublesome &amp;amp; somehow I can't find the time to really sit down &amp;amp; paint. It's hard okay! Painting is even more difficult than it looks! Do not underestimate the art students. We may look like we chillin' but really we're busting our asses off just as hard as you DnT &amp;amp; F&amp;amp;N students. What else do I need to do? Oh right, catch Transformers: Dark of the Moon. According to everyone in the entire world, it rocks. I do not like the leading lady though. I've always been a fan of Megan Fox when it came to this particular movie, but now it's some blond super model bimbo. Sigh. What's happening to the world? Aren't blonds supposed to be dumb or something?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I was watching the E News earlier &amp;amp; Cory Monteith was on. He was talking about Glee &amp;amp; apparently he has heard about spin-offs. I wonder who will it be! Probably Rachel &amp;amp; Kurt since they're really the main focus of the show. Of course Ryan Murphy tries to include everyone too but those two get more special attention. I hope Blaine will be in their spin off too! Kurt &amp;amp; Blaine should NOT be separated. Or maybe do a spin-off on Quinn, Santana &amp;amp;Brittany..it can be called the Unholy Trinity! Ah I'mma start my own spin-off! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Who has heard of the Spider Man 4 reboot? Oh yes the rumours are true. Another spidey has been born, a hot one I might add. He'll be played by actor Andrew Garfield. If you have watched The Social Network, you should know who he is &amp;amp; Gwen Stacy will be played by Emma Stone, &amp;amp; if you have watch Easy A or Zombieland, you should know who she is. I don't get it. Where will Mary Jane Watson be then if it's Gwen Stacy? Urgh I hate life. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, time for me to hit the sack. Goodnight all~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2739793975669037815-3052882697133435937?l=dustbin-face.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2739793975669037815/posts/default/3052882697133435937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2739793975669037815/posts/default/3052882697133435937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dustbin-face.blogspot.com/2011/07/lazy-song-my-lifes-theme-song.html' title='The Lazy Song- (My Life&apos;s Theme Song)'/><author><name>AF</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2739793975669037815.post-3108416334493867536</id><published>2011-06-28T21:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-28T22:07:38.512+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Semester 2</title><content type='html'>Writers block...I think that's what I'm having but really you need to be a really established writer to actually have 'writers block'. How about I simply do not know how to start this entry &amp;amp; everything I write sounds wrong &amp;amp; crappy &amp;amp; just..urgh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, the June holidays are over &amp;amp; term 3 has officially begun. I made it through the 2nd day, alive thankfully. Yesterday was a bit rough for me though, not really having all my friends present was really rough but today wasn't that much different though. Why am I so lonely in school these days? It's difficult when you only have one person to rely on to entertain you, sit with you, eat with you. Siggh. I need to widen my circle of friends, really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the bright side, my teachers are not up my ass for the holiday assignments. My chemistry teacher practically told us to 'try our best' to hand it in. Lately AJ has been really awesome. She hasn't blow up on us &amp;amp; I expected her too for the people who were absent for the JB trip over the holidays, but nope. Loving AJ's new persona. Foong on the other hand, has been a real pain in my ass. Whatever. She's worth nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Art is tearing me apart! My cut off date is 5th of August &amp;amp; the only board I'm ready with is...well none. I don't have a single board to present to my teacher &amp;amp; this will be the death of me. Remind me again why I chose art my elective programme?! Right, because I thought it'd be a piece of cake. Well it's not! But my sister keeps on repeating that art is something to fall back on. I really hope that's true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I guess I should be getting some shut-eye now. The principal approved the student's suggestion to make one of the school days to begin at 8.30pm. She applied it, which means we only begin school at 8.30am every Wednesday. Ohh yeahh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2739793975669037815-3108416334493867536?l=dustbin-face.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2739793975669037815/posts/default/3108416334493867536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2739793975669037815/posts/default/3108416334493867536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dustbin-face.blogspot.com/2011/06/semester-2.html' title='Semester 2'/><author><name>AF</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2739793975669037815.post-8590003615919068473</id><published>2011-06-25T01:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-25T01:30:55.540+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Swaaaag</title><content type='html'>It has finally dawned on me; I'm left with 2 more days before term 3 begins &amp;amp; I have not one homework even attempted. I'm going crazy right now I should really be off the Internet working my butt off &amp;amp; trying to complete as many worksheets as I can in this last minute short span of time. Of course I doubt that I'm the only one who hasn't attempted a single one. I mean really, I've always looked at holiday assignments as optional.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aside from that, because I really rather push the thought of having school this Monday out of my mind, I had a fabulous but yet crappy day. I could go on &amp;amp; on &amp;amp; on about the crap I did today, but really to summarise everything; &lt;strong&gt;Teen Angst&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a short definition of what it means copyrighted by the Urban Dictionary; &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;When teenagers, for any number of reasons combined with their hormones &amp;amp; stress from school, get depressed. Contary to popular belief, some teenagers do have it rough &amp;amp; have to deal with shit most adults don't have to. Other teens don't &amp;amp; just like to pretend they do. Either way, everyone has the right to be pissed off&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See, I know you guys think that I'm pretending like I have this but I really do. Oh well. Something I have to get over I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been trying to ease my mood a little bit but all I feel is rage &amp;amp; anger. Makes me feel like I'm gonna turn super bulky &amp;amp; in green any time soon. Anyway, I found out that the only way to ease your soul is to sit in q quiet room with the music turned on at the lowest volume &amp;amp; just chill. Hell that was exactly what I did &amp;amp; I feel fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's Saturday tomorrow &amp;amp; I'm hittin' the books. Goodnight all.&lt;br /&gt;Btw; &lt;strong&gt;90210 is the sex.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2739793975669037815-8590003615919068473?l=dustbin-face.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2739793975669037815/posts/default/8590003615919068473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2739793975669037815/posts/default/8590003615919068473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dustbin-face.blogspot.com/2011/06/swaaaag.html' title='Swaaaag'/><author><name>AF</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2739793975669037815.post-7924367645545157407</id><published>2011-06-23T01:36:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-23T01:59:54.664+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Justi...You know the rest Selena.</title><content type='html'>I'm so bored &amp;amp; exhausted &amp;amp; a little unhappy so let me just rant for a few paragraphs. It's mostly about school &amp;amp; I'm pretty sure it's gonna relate to all the students out there. Okay maybe it won't but I just feel like typing it out anyway so screw you bitch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My eye lids are heavy &amp;amp; I'm so exhausted you have no idea. Here's why I'm a little unhappy right now. I had my mind set on exercising &amp;amp; revising &amp;amp; completing all the homework's over the one month holiday but now, I'm down with 3 days left before term 3 begins. Where the fuck did the time go? I want to rewind &amp;amp; not procrastinate. Hasn't a time machine been invented yet? I need one badly. I wanted to work on my weaker subjects &amp;amp; topics but frankly the only book I opened over the holidays was the...heck I didn't touch a single book. Plus, the stack of homework still left undone! Chemistry, math..what else? Oh I'm pretty sure there are plenty more but they're all blank, not a single worksheet even attempted, &amp;amp; as for exercising, you can check that under the AS IF list. Seriously I've been getting so annoyed with my cousins &amp;amp; friends telling me that I've gained a lot of weight. Here's the thing, I used to be really skinny..like really really skinny, scrawny even &amp;amp; everyone kept on saying things like I don't eat food or all they see is bones. Can you people just fucking cut it out? My weight doesn't fucking define who I am so back the truck up because I love to eat &amp;amp; I will continue gaining as much weight as I want to &amp;amp; I will only do something about it when I feel like I've gotten too fat. So lesson to learn you judgemental assholes, is that you should just keep your fucking opinions to yourselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate how you can never really satisfy someone. When you don't eat, you're anorexic, when you eat you're fat, when you put on too much make up, you're fake, when you don't put on make up you're ugly, if you have sex with someone, you're a slut, if you don't you're a frigid bitch, if you don't drink you're lame, when you drink you're an alcoholic, if you wear short skirts, you're a whore, if you don't you're a prude. Just stop with the judgy comments already! No one is fuckin' perfect so stop bringing down someone else's self-esteem just to boost your own thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right so anyway, point is I'm lazy &amp;amp; I'm sick of it. I think I've made my point! Anyway, it started to rain while I was typing this out. Perfect weather for the night time. Gotta get some zzzz's. Goodnight all!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2739793975669037815-7924367645545157407?l=dustbin-face.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2739793975669037815/posts/default/7924367645545157407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2739793975669037815/posts/default/7924367645545157407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dustbin-face.blogspot.com/2011/06/justiyou-know-rest-selena.html' title='Justi...You know the rest Selena.'/><author><name>AF</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2739793975669037815.post-679545292319677241</id><published>2011-06-22T01:24:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-22T02:07:58.266+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Equality</title><content type='html'>I hear hate on the Kurt &amp;amp; Blaine love fest. I'm sorry but anyone who objects or detest Kurt &amp;amp; Blaine, or any gay couple for that matter is clearly someone who should be tossed out. What world do you live in seriously? This is a modernised world where everyone should be given the right to love someone despite their gender. I have no idea what you mother fuckers are talking about. Inappropriate? I see straight couples having sex on the television &amp;amp; the movies all the time &amp;amp; just because a gay couple hold hands, or share a kiss or fucking slow dance, the scene has to be cut? What a homophobic fucker. Is this really the kind of message you people are trying to portray to your kids, that they are not allowed to be different? That is the worst message anyone has ever conveyed. Kids are jumping off bridges &amp;amp; hanging themselves because of people like you who think that just because someone is gay, it's wrong. Screw whatever holy book you read. Did the book tell you to discriminate people who have a different lifestyle? Did it tell you to ask people who have different preferences to go kill themselves? No it doesn't. Grow the fuck up. Just earlier I was watching a show called Parenthood &amp;amp; there was a scene where this 16 YEAR OLD GIRL was having full on sex &amp;amp; it wasn't even cut, but when Kurt &amp;amp; Blaine said I Love You to each other, the scene just magically deleted itself. What the fuck is wrong with the world? Oh &amp;amp; in case people who supports my case want to know the name of this channel that is responsible for these said travesties, it's &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;StarWorld&lt;/span&gt;. So light up your torches &amp;amp; wave rainbow flags. I'm just sick &amp;amp; tired of hearing people complain about how Glee is a great show, but they hate the gay story lines. What the fuck. The show would be nothing without Kurt &amp;amp; Blaine or Brittany &amp;amp; Santana. Stop asking Ryan Murphy to get rid of the story lines! If you're so &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;fuckin&lt;/span&gt;' afraid of your kids to turn gay because they watch glee, then prevent them from watching it. Stop blaming glee for your kids sudden change of heart. Embrace it instead.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2739793975669037815-679545292319677241?l=dustbin-face.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2739793975669037815/posts/default/679545292319677241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2739793975669037815/posts/default/679545292319677241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dustbin-face.blogspot.com/2011/06/equality.html' title='Equality'/><author><name>AF</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2739793975669037815.post-2160533150658898864</id><published>2011-06-19T01:39:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-19T02:04:06.628+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You dropped something..my jaw.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tXpfDfag0Fk/Tfzjyiz2TpI/AAAAAAAABsY/kN7m7aLex08/s1600/247839_2062010999884_1532983175_32180985_1213885_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5619616892528774802" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tXpfDfag0Fk/Tfzjyiz2TpI/AAAAAAAABsY/kN7m7aLex08/s320/247839_2062010999884_1532983175_32180985_1213885_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; For once I really wish I had enough guts to post what I really feel here but out of fear of hurting anyone, I saved it under drafts. Now no one will know how I feel..back to square 1 I guess! Suffering in silence is another term for my 'square 1'. Really I have nobody to blame but myself. I need to find a way to channel all this emotions. Maybe I should try song writing. I think I have enough emotions to write a ballad right? Okay, a new possible career path!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I'm trying to gather up enough good vibes to get me through this post so bare with me for a lil' bit &amp;amp; then you mother fuckers can go back to whatever pornographic activities you were up to. 10 minutes is all I ask!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was dragged to the cemetery......you guys must be thinking, OMG DID SOMEONE TRY TO BURY YOU?!?! Well, fortunately, or UNfortunately for some of you, the answer is no. Otherwise I wouldn't be here duh. The reason I was dragged to was because dad had to take my grandma to visit her late husband &amp;amp; since she's old &amp;amp; can barely walk, he needed an extra pair of hands to help him carry some stuffs. Of course I was in no position to say no. So I got dressed, just a pair of jeans &amp;amp; a t-shirt, &amp;amp; headed out the door. We drove for about 40 minutes before we arrived at our destination. I'm sorry but I really can't recall the name of where the cemetery is. Anyway, there wasn't much to do since the grave has been cleaned recently so it was in mint condition so to say. There was still 3 more graves to visit. I was, ironically dead after the 2nd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afterwards we had to make a stop to one of my cousin's house to drop some things off &amp;amp; also my grandma. She's staying over there for some reason. Apparently tomorrow, one of my cousin is getting engaged. When I mean cousin, I don't mean uncle. He's literally my cousin. Back when my mum &amp;amp; dad were still together &amp;amp; before the home wrecker came &amp;amp; work her slut magic, we were close I guess. But he's like 10 years older? Felt so awkward knowing that someone I used to grow up with is getting engaged. I'm invited of course but I have no intention of going. Sorry! But congratulations tho. Oh god this is a guy that I used to hang out with during Hari Raya. What the hell is wrong with me! Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After dad dropped me off at home, I had only a few hours to myself before having to go out again but this time to my aunt's house. There was a family gathering/Mel's belated birthday celebration. From the head picture you can tell that we all had fun. There was alot of laughter but I was really exhausted from the cemetery that I was struggling to keep my eyes open. I had a blast tho! As usual my family &amp;amp; relatives really know how to lift my spirits &amp;amp; make me forget about my troublems. Everyone went back home at 9.30pm. Thank god the cab ride was quick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really shagged now but I really want to finish this post. This is how loyal I am to my readers...which is simple I guess considering I don't have any! Ending off here because I'm gonna fall asleep on this keyboard in a few seconds. 3....2....1.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2739793975669037815-2160533150658898864?l=dustbin-face.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2739793975669037815/posts/default/2160533150658898864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2739793975669037815/posts/default/2160533150658898864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dustbin-face.blogspot.com/2011/06/you-dropped-somethingmy-jaw.html' title='You dropped something..my jaw.'/><author><name>AF</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tXpfDfag0Fk/Tfzjyiz2TpI/AAAAAAAABsY/kN7m7aLex08/s72-c/247839_2062010999884_1532983175_32180985_1213885_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2739793975669037815.post-1634047692006468951</id><published>2011-06-16T01:14:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-16T01:49:22.430+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Super 8.</title><content type='html'>I'm kinda pissed right now because I've been busting my ass trying to figure out why aren't the movies I downloaded on &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;QVOD&lt;/span&gt; buffering. It's really annoying because I rely on this website for everything; My favorite &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;TV&lt;/span&gt; shows, latest movies, classic movies, cartoons. Seriously why can't China websites be a little less confusing for once. If it wasn't for Google &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Translator&lt;/span&gt;, I would've never figure out how to even search for anything. Bless the person who created Google!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, my day turned out pretty good I guess. I had my eyes set on staying at home &amp;amp; watching those movies I managed to download before the player went berserk, but sadly since I didn't want to stay up late last night to wait for all the movies to successfully complete it's downloading, I turned the laptop off before they completed the downloading. Now my life sucks. In the morning, I walked with sister to the train station just so she could get me some nicotine, oh yes..does anyone know that I'm a heavy smoker now? Right. Afterwards I went home &amp;amp; sulk &amp;amp; sulk &amp;amp; sulk until finally, I decided to watch the telly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the afternoon, dad randomly called me &amp;amp; brother to ask us whether we were busy. Well &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;duh&lt;/span&gt; captain obvious if I was busy, would I be answering? Anyway, the reason he called was to ask us if we wanted to come to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Johore&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Baharu&lt;/span&gt; with him &amp;amp; his tramp wife/my &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;skank&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;supermom&lt;/span&gt;. Since me &amp;amp; brother had nothing else to do except bore out eyes out, we agreed &amp;amp; he gave us 2 long hours before coming to fetch us. Since I take like 10 minutes to get ready, I decided to surf the net before. Big mistake. I was in a rush when he called &amp;amp; asked us to come downstairs because he arrived. Here's a little tip; Time flies when you're on the Internet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He arrived &amp;amp; we climbed into his car. Inside was dad, tramp, troll(half sister) &amp;amp; a little girl whom I forgot how they're even related. Wrote down on those white cards we were told to submit together with out passports. No idea what's the purpose but I did it anyway. First stop was City Square, which was really our only destination. Turns out that the reason dad asked us to come was because they were going to watch a movie; Super 8. After buying the tickets, we had dinner at the Food Junction. The rest was all history. Shops didn't interest me. Fake goods looked real. Music was too loud. People were too impatient, the usual you get when you're in a foreign country. Our movie was at 7pm, which meant we had plenty of time to kill...until finally it was time for the movie. I expectations were high because, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;after all&lt;/span&gt; it is directed by Steven Spielberg, sadly however, it didn't even meet half of our my expectations. In short, the movie &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;freakin&lt;/span&gt;' sucked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't understand anything about the movie. I have no idea how was the monster created or what was it after. Humans, metals or technology? &amp;amp; how the fuck was the boy able to communicate with it in English. Is it an alien or an experiment gone wrong? What do you mean when you say 'When the monster touches you, you'll understand what it says.' I mean really this movie was beyond disappointing. Really a let down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, after that 2 hour waste of film, we headed to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Danga&lt;/span&gt; Bay for supper. However dad took a wrong turn or missed the U turn or just plain blur or whatever, we had to drive further just to make a U turn. Oh it's really complicating. Never drive around in &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Johor&lt;/span&gt; at night, really confusing. In the end, we finally arrived &amp;amp; had a great supper..accompanied by a tramp of course. The drive back home was boring. Brother kept on trying to pick up arguments with me I guess because he just can't win one &amp;amp; it kills him. Oh well!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I left my earphones in dad's car, which means no more Glee till he comes here to meet us again. Where are my apple earphones again?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2739793975669037815-1634047692006468951?l=dustbin-face.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2739793975669037815/posts/default/1634047692006468951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2739793975669037815/posts/default/1634047692006468951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dustbin-face.blogspot.com/2011/06/super-8.html' title='Super 8.'/><author><name>AF</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2739793975669037815.post-8333693340542849716</id><published>2011-06-14T23:03:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-14T23:51:25.537+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Glee, Equality.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jHuXnRPlL34/Tfd7-Cek1GI/AAAAAAAABsQ/p5jeSZxQFfc/s1600/800px-Rainbow_flag_and_blue_skies.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Tryin&lt;/span&gt;' to figure out why haven't I end my life yet. Oh that's right, I don't have a reason to. Well, not a big enough reason to. Maybe after I totally flunk my 'N' Levels. Oh bullshit, the world's going to end soon anyway, so why don't I just wait 'till it comes. Until then, let me just mourn &amp;amp; sulk about how miserable I am &amp;amp; how uncomfortable I am to share it with anyone. Right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talking about lives, I don't have one! This is a really pointless entry but my fingers just want a workout. Initially I wanted to write an hour long post about how equality is the most important thing in this world, but &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;nahhh&lt;/span&gt;. I didn't wanna come off as sappy so I posted a picture of a gay rainbow flag onto my &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Tumblr&lt;/span&gt; in hopes that people would &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;reblog&lt;/span&gt; it &amp;amp; understand what it symbolizes, but I've got none since.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually I've already started on a short paragraph about equality but really I just didn't have enough points to support my case, so I gave up. I really hope it's the topic for our N Level composition or at least our oral examination. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;I'mma&lt;/span&gt; ace it for sure then. Yawn! I'm so bored right now you have no idea!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Tumblr's&lt;/span&gt; really boring tonight. Apparently all the awesome Glee appreciation blogs are at the Glee Live Tour concert, which means I have nothing to entertain myself with except skinny girls wearing kinky lingerie or drunk girls with stilettos making out with tight abs guys. Normally this would arouse me but I'm so bored I just scroll pass them. Let's research about Kylie Jenner shall we.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So earlier I was on the phone with Julie &amp;amp; she was complaining to me about her ex boyfriend who apparently got too aggressive when she refused to talk about things, but you can't really blame the guy &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;yknow&lt;/span&gt;. That was before I found out what really happened. That he got aggressive because he wanted to talk at her place, not public. How ridiculous and repulsive can this guy be, really. Anyway, I was on &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Facebook&lt;/span&gt; a few hours later &amp;amp; saw that the guy posted MORE nasty things about Julie on his wall. I immediately called her up of course. We talked for a few minutes before I hung up &amp;amp; watched Glee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was when I got angry about the whole equality thing. Today, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;StarWorld&lt;/span&gt; aired the final episode of Glee. I've already watched it online before hand like, 2 months ago. Of course I knew what would happen. Anyway, in the last few scenes, this one gay couple would say I love you to each other. It's kind of a big thing for people who ship this couple because they've never said the L word to each other before, but being a homophobic ass, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;StarWorld&lt;/span&gt; cut the scene. It angered me so much that it motivated me to become a lawyer &amp;amp; stand up for equal rights. Anyway, I've been up my ass &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;tryin&lt;/span&gt;' to find a way to write to this channel via online but to no avail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, time for my hypocritical ass to hit the sack. Remember, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;StarWorld&lt;/span&gt; is homophobic &amp;amp; everyone should stand for equal rights, no matter what your sexual orientation is. Goodbye.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2739793975669037815-8333693340542849716?l=dustbin-face.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2739793975669037815/posts/default/8333693340542849716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2739793975669037815/posts/default/8333693340542849716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dustbin-face.blogspot.com/2011/06/glee-equality.html' title='Glee, Equality.'/><author><name>AF</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2739793975669037815.post-7978880735827781151</id><published>2011-06-11T02:52:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-11T03:27:39.933+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Facebook- seriously.</title><content type='html'>Oh it's almost 3am already. Why am I still up? Oh right, trying to figure out a way to move program files from the C drive of this laptop to the D drive. All this while I had always thought that this laptop has lots more space for things but really it doesn't. I guess this is why they invented external hard-drives &amp;amp; thumb-drives. Snoozefest much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, initially I had planned to write about the many many reasons why I've grown to dislike facebook, but I guess I'm too exhausted to do so &amp;amp; trying to figure out words to best describe my explanation can really be a brain teaser, so I'm putting it off for later. But really all I have is one very despressing reason so I rather not share it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's going to be the middle of June soon &amp;amp; guess what? Not a single homework done. Yup, I might be pissing my schoolmates off by reminding them that WE DO HAVE HOMEWORK but whatever. I think when school reopens, I'm going to be kicked out of art class. With that old hag's big mouth complaining everything to Gan, for sure she's gonna go apeshit on me when I come back. Especially since she specifically told me to bring my art pieces on the last day of term 2 to show them to Lim but I didn't do so. Oh well. Come at me bro!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah okay this is funny. I was searching for possible solutions to safely move program files from the C drive to the D drive &amp;amp; I came across this comment that said; "Your C drive will always be used more than your D drive, but you can do small things to help free more space for your C drive. In other words; You need to do some spring-cleaning on your system". Am I the only one who found that to be hilarious? Screw it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's Mel's 18th Birthday today(11th June). Finally another person who is legal enough to get me nicotine-in-a-stick whenever I don't feel like...buying it myself? As if! I'm 16. My sister usually gets it for me, now Mel is also free. I think my family &amp;amp; I are going for lunch to celebrate it. No idea. All I know it, my sister is going to make me pancakes for breakfast tomorrow. Oh yeah. No it's not those kind of pancakes that are already prepared in a box, no it's from a scratch. She makes them fresh &amp;amp; delicious. Excited!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other day, I was on the phone with Julie &amp;amp; she told me all these things about this certain 'ex' of hers &amp;amp; I just find him to be utterly desperate. Really I have never heard a man to be that desperate, or maybe he's just too deeply in love to let Julie go that easily. I hate to point that out to her though because she seems contempt that he's a monster. Oh well, I'm not gonna argue because frankly I hate that troll.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So all of you should know by now, from reading my Twitter badge on the right side of this page, that I'm a huge super X-Men fan &amp;amp; I've been dying to catch the latest one; X-Men First Class. Since none of my friends cared to watch it with me even though I've been screaming about wanting to watch it for like...months, I dragged my younger brother along with me to the cinema &amp;amp; we watched it together. Didn't regret it one bit! It was totally awesome &amp;amp; Alex Summers was an eye candy, lets be real here guys. Who knows where is he from? Hannah Montana The Movie, he plays Travis, the main guy &amp;amp; he was also in Taylor Swift's music Video 'You Belong With Me' &amp;amp; a short scene in A Spy Next Door. Fun fact; Alex Summers(Havok) is the brother of Scott Summers(Cyclops). Betcha didn't know that right? You're talking to a true X-Men fan here baby!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I'm off because apparently this laptop self-installed something &amp;amp; it needs to restart. Goodnight loves.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2739793975669037815-7978880735827781151?l=dustbin-face.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2739793975669037815/posts/default/7978880735827781151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2739793975669037815/posts/default/7978880735827781151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dustbin-face.blogspot.com/2011/06/facebook-seriously.html' title='Facebook- seriously.'/><author><name>AF</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2739793975669037815.post-6606439052408226485</id><published>2011-06-06T11:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-06T12:19:53.142+08:00</updated><title type='text'>E.T</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Z70bz4gEhfU/TexQJ3nrTdI/AAAAAAAABsI/LFg7YoMgVi8/s1600/tumblr_lm9ufr5FDc1qicdtxo1_500.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 203px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Z70bz4gEhfU/TexQJ3nrTdI/AAAAAAAABsI/LFg7YoMgVi8/s320/tumblr_lm9ufr5FDc1qicdtxo1_500.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614950965903576530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Well I'm done feeling depressed. Why should I? I have a great life, a loving &amp;amp; understanding family, a few friends to get me by. Why should I let one person bring me down? Why should I even revolve my life around someone who doesn't even give a fuck about me? Seriously I'm done.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, to shine some light on my dark, depressing emotions, I posted this picture of a surfer to symbolize freedom &amp;amp; ahhh bullshit. I think it's pretty cool &amp;amp; I've always wanted to learn how to surf, but living in Singapore..the only real way to learn how to surf is at the Wavehouse in Sentosa, an artificial one I might add! So, once I grow old &amp;amp; am ready to leave this dump of a city, I'm packing my bags &amp;amp; heading to Hawaii. Hehe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now that I'm feeling better, I guess it's only right for me to blog a proper entry. Brace yourself for a long snooze-fest.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The week has been really dull for me. Spending most of my time at home or at school or at the LAN gaming store or drowning in Tumblr.com or with dad or at home, again. School was really pointless. I came, I sat through the classes but learnt squat. LAN gaming is really burning a hole in my pockets. A little note, never start on LAN gaming because once you start, there's no going back. It's like gambling, well..that's only me. The other day, me, Julie, Asyura &amp;amp; Helmi skipped maths class &amp;amp; heading to Safra instead. Basically we made this little sofa that was placed in front of a television, like our own home. Afterwards they all went to wherever they had to go to &amp;amp; I headed home alone. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yesterday, dad took me &amp;amp; brother to his place at Tampines to celebrate his daughter/our half-sister's 3rd birthday. He invited a couple of his friends &amp;amp; my grandmother. My slut of a stepmother was there too but yknow, didn't really pay much attention to her. My sister came too, but later, with her boyfriend. She basically came, ate &amp;amp; left, which was what I intended to do but we needed dad to drive us back home &amp;amp; I didn't really felt like asking him to excuse himself from his own daughter's party just to sent us home. Kind of troubling. So instead, when he drove my grandmother home, who lived about 5 minutes away, I asked him to drop me &amp;amp; my younger brother at the bus station so we could make our way home ourselves. He hesitated but understood that we were getting bored &amp;amp; annoyed with the number of babies that were around, so he dopped us off &amp;amp; gave us some cash before driving away. Before boarding the bus, brother &amp;amp; I decided to get some Auntie Annie's. We did &amp;amp; boarded the bus accordingly. It was a really short ride. Before we even realized we, we already entered Yishun. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So what do I plan on doing today? Basically Tumblr all day, shower in the afternoon, watch some TeeNick &amp;amp; Tumblr more. I'm dragging brother to the cinema tomorrow to watch X-Men First Class. Gotta catch this film! It has got to be awesome! What can be more awesome than to watch a bunch of mutants fighting humans? Right?! Check.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Apart from all this exciting plans I have, PSHT, my artwork is still not finished &amp;amp; am planning on starting on it soon. Gotta need some company to finish it though. Well, goodbye &amp;amp; have a great week ahead.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2739793975669037815-6606439052408226485?l=dustbin-face.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2739793975669037815/posts/default/6606439052408226485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2739793975669037815/posts/default/6606439052408226485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dustbin-face.blogspot.com/2011/06/et.html' title='E.T'/><author><name>AF</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Z70bz4gEhfU/TexQJ3nrTdI/AAAAAAAABsI/LFg7YoMgVi8/s72-c/tumblr_lm9ufr5FDc1qicdtxo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2739793975669037815.post-3228827259546240759</id><published>2011-06-05T20:27:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-05T20:49:02.026+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Judas</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A note to everyone who has been &lt;em&gt;pretending to care about me&lt;/em&gt;;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;I've officially deactivated my Facebook account because frankly I feel so insecure everytime I log into it, not to mention feeling miserable &amp;amp; stuck seeing all my friends having better lives than I am. Honestly I don't even know why I bother typing this out. Nobody cares, I need to get that in my head.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In an attempt to entertain you with my pathetic, otherwise pointless life, I'll just post about my recent activites. Feel free to click on the red button with a cross on it on the top right hand corner of this page, &lt;em&gt;I know you guys would if &lt;strong&gt;I&lt;/strong&gt; came with one&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically I isolated myself from everyone, which isn't really that hard since no one really tries to find me or ask me to go anywhere. I guess I haven't been isolating myself afterall. Anyway....nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..............Forget it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2739793975669037815-3228827259546240759?l=dustbin-face.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2739793975669037815/posts/default/3228827259546240759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2739793975669037815/posts/default/3228827259546240759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dustbin-face.blogspot.com/2011/06/judas.html' title='Judas'/><author><name>AF</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2739793975669037815.post-6438837149869317658</id><published>2011-06-03T23:44:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-03T23:46:32.559+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Facebook &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;= &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Never ending insecurity.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2739793975669037815-6438837149869317658?l=dustbin-face.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2739793975669037815/posts/default/6438837149869317658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2739793975669037815/posts/default/6438837149869317658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dustbin-face.blogspot.com/2011/06/facebook-never-ending-insecurity.html' title=''/><author><name>AF</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2739793975669037815.post-1657468038238256533</id><published>2011-05-31T09:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-31T09:51:54.868+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Love Astronomy.</title><content type='html'>Well Hello. This is the first time ever that I'm blogging through my own laptop/netbook, so it's kind of a big deal. Though I've been spending the past hour trying to change the fonts into something more bolder, I still love this MSI. Thanks again Mel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ahhh, the sweet smell of summer break...sort of.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So far, I have done nothing except rot in front of the television or the internet. Seriously I haven't done anything that is at least a TAD productive...unless you call reading a book productive? Anyway, my official holiday classes begins tomorrow, not to mention my preliminary oral examinations.  So not ready for it. The girls in the class are having theirs today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh, I don't think I've elaborated on the family BBQ that was two days ago! Finally, something to make my life seem less pointless. So, my aunt held a bbq up at her place somewhere in Simei. I cabbed there together with my sister, my grandma &amp;amp; my mum. The taxi driver was getting on my nerves because he was acting was though he's known us for centuries. Really? So I took out my earphones &amp;amp; drowned myself in Glee music. Once we arrived, everyone greeted us warmly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I helped aunt to prepare some of the food but was too annoyed by the heat of the fire, so I gave up after only a few minutes. Everyone was having a great time chit chatting through the night. Oh &amp;amp; we were also there to celebrate Nek Yati's birthday....she's 50, 60 something? Honestly I have no idea, but the cake was amazing though! I kept on coming back for more. We left at 9.30pm. Two cabs came to take us back home. Bid-goodbyes to everyone before climbing into the front seat of the cab &amp;amp; again, drowning myself in Glee music.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, that was it I guess. Sadly I did not bring my digicam so I didn't manage to capture anything! Sigh, I know. My half sister is turning.......err 2 or 3 years old this Sunday &amp;amp; my stepmum called me yesterday to cordially invite me. Maybe the bitch doesn't know but if she wants me there, I want a limo to come and fetch me from my home &amp;amp; take me there. Hmph. I'm going though, hopefully with brother who's too much of a hothead lately he doesn't do what I tell him. What happens to a younger brother who doesn't do what you tell him to do? DEATH. All I want is cake! Goodbye.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2739793975669037815-1657468038238256533?l=dustbin-face.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2739793975669037815/posts/default/1657468038238256533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2739793975669037815/posts/default/1657468038238256533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dustbin-face.blogspot.com/2011/05/i-love-astronomy.html' title='I Love Astronomy.'/><author><name>AF</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2739793975669037815.post-7792373421400426385</id><published>2011-05-27T14:19:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-27T14:56:29.751+08:00</updated><title type='text'>End of Term 2.</title><content type='html'>It has literally been a week since I last blogged, which doesn't make sense at all because I was absent from school for half of this week &amp;amp; stayed home instead of going anywhere, so why haven't there been any new entries Amirul? Lazy ass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like the title of this post reads, school has ended &amp;amp; we've been officially dismissed for our holidays. Ohhh yeah. Too bad the Graduating Batch have classes practically every single day of the month, so it's not really a break for us but rather a time to catch up on our studies. So much for wanting to party every night, get drunk &amp;amp; pass out by the sidewalk. Wait, even if there isn't any classes over the holidays, I still won't do that because frankly just the thought of it makes me revolted. No, I rather stay home &amp;amp; spend the time surfing Tumblr or read the many many books I now have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really rather just forget about my results because just the sight of it is really heart breaking. I did horribly &amp;amp; so did everyone else, so that's a breather I guess, knowing that I'm not the only one who failed Mathematics, Science &amp;amp; Humanities. Every time I tell dad that I flunked my Humanities, he'll go "Don't you know anything about Humans?" Obviously the jackass doesn't know squat about humanites. Oh well, I did however pass my English which good because very few students from the NA stream passed their English. I'm one out of a handful. Ehem. Anyway, to all of my schoolmates &amp;amp; classmates; &lt;b&gt;We gotta do well for our Preliminary 2.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Earlier, me &amp;amp; my friends were about to start a game of...something..with poker cards but a teacher walked in &amp;amp; saw us with 'em &amp;amp; went all apeshit telling us that poker cards are not allowed in school. Okay, that's a revelation. Anyway, we went back to our classes since we weren't allowed to stay at the empty mother tongue class to play....the name of the game is at the tip of my tongue but I just can't put my finger out it. Oh well. It was pretty hectic in school today because they person who made the time table screwed up. We were supposed to be dismissed at 10am &amp;amp; have no recess time, but everything just cocked up. Oh well. I made it through the day anyway. Headed home with Julie. We walked across the park but decided not to rush, so instead we chilled back at a nearby block. There were seats there so we took made our territory there. We cracked jokes &amp;amp; chatted for awhile. I wanted to leave &amp;amp; head home but she held me hostage there. Eventually she let me go &amp;amp; I walked her to the place where she was supposed to meet Azwad before heading home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was about 2 blocks away from the bus stop when the bus arrived which meant I had to wait for another 15 minutes for another one. Since I didn't felt like sitting at a bus stop for 15 minutes &amp;amp; have the sun burn my legs, I decided to walk. Felt good walking with the wind blowing in my face. My bad was heavy though because of all the storybooks I had to carry. Sigh. Finally, I arrived home &amp;amp; was greeted warmly by my sister.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess I'm done boring you guys with details about my life. I have a family BBQ to attend tomorrow so I guess I'll excited you guys tomorrow. Goodbye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2739793975669037815-7792373421400426385?l=dustbin-face.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2739793975669037815/posts/default/7792373421400426385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2739793975669037815/posts/default/7792373421400426385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dustbin-face.blogspot.com/2011/05/end-of-term-2.html' title='End of Term 2.'/><author><name>AF</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2739793975669037815.post-4695235656159181887</id><published>2011-05-22T00:24:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-22T00:57:24.296+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bites My Moves.</title><content type='html'>Feels like forever since I last blogged. Again, sorry for the absence. I have no excuse. Preliminary examinations are over, why am I still not online 24/7? Well, that has something to do with my new sleeping scheduel. I have no idea why, but these days I find it hard to stay awake after 10pm. Call me a loser.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Such a lovely weather tonight. It's cold, but not cold enough for me to complain. It's the right temperature. I wonder why don't I have a runny nose yet. Usually when the weather's like this &amp;amp; the fan is blowing right at my face, my nose will start to run. No idea why did I even talk about that. Guess my life really is THAT boring 'til the point that I have to talk about having a runny nose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets talk about my results for the recent examinations. I guess I didn't do too bad, though I failed a few subjects. Oh bullshit I did terribly! The subjects I passed were only border line passes. I have no idea how am I gonna explain my mathematics results to my dad. Seriously I think the only way to break it to him that I failed is by killing myself &amp;amp; leaving a note saying &lt;em&gt;"I got a 9/100 for my mathematics paper. I saved you the trouble of killing me." &lt;/em&gt;Well, that is a way to contemplate. The most annoying results I've gotten is my Social Studies &amp;amp; Geography results. I got a 24/50 for social studies &amp;amp; a 23/50 for geography. I swear I felt like paper-cutting all of my 10 fingers. Well, I guess there's no point in crying over spilt milk. Haveta do well for prelim 2 then. I just PRAY that I didn't do too badly for my science.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure this post reads Sunday, but really it's Saturday. I mean, it's 12.41am right now but yknow, I still consider it to be a Saturday because when I think of Sunday, I think of school the next day. So bitch it's still Saturday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brother &amp;amp; I wanted to go LAN Gaming earlier but I guess every single teenager living in the north area decided they wanted to go during this time too. It was a full house so we had to write our names down on a fuckin' waiting list. Really. We did so anyway &amp;amp; went to McDonalds to eat. Sadly, ever after downing our meals, no computers were available yet. So we headed home instead &amp;amp; decided we were gonna go tomorrow at 9am. Clearly I don't mean what I say. I mean, seriously who wants to wake up at 9am on a fuckin' Sunday. I'mma chill baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sister recently learnt how to make pancakes &lt;strong&gt;from a scratch&lt;/strong&gt;. She tried once, about 2 weeks ago but failed because, even after I told her repeatedly that chocolate milk is not an alternative for white milk, she used it anyway &amp;amp; it just tasted wrong. Anyway, she tried it again a few days ago with white milk this time, &amp;amp; it was just utter success. I don't normally like to give people full credit because I hate it when people gloat, but seriously those pancakes were orgasmic. She made 'em pancakes again today &amp;amp; it was just the perfect Saturday morning breakfast. Thanks again sis!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was dad's 44th birthday today(21st May) &amp;amp; I hate it admit it, but I totally forgot about it when I woke up this morning. I felt so guilty that I wondered why hasn't my dad cut ties with me yet. Sigh. Anyway, I texted him a Happy Birthday message &amp;amp; he replied asking where was his present. I had have a mind to reply "Up your ass." but I'm not that rude! He asked for a Samsung Galaxy Tab from his three kids but we all just found it impossible to raise over $300 in 12 days. So instead, we got him nothing. I know, we're terrible children. Anyway, I told him that we 'tried' to get it but failed, &amp;amp; he replied "It's okay. The love from his kids is more important", which I have to admit, isn't something you hear everyday from my dad. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Happy 44th Dad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I should end off now? Goodnight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;em&gt;I don't know if the world's gonna end tomorrow, but live today like it's the last day of your life. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2739793975669037815-4695235656159181887?l=dustbin-face.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2739793975669037815/posts/default/4695235656159181887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2739793975669037815/posts/default/4695235656159181887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dustbin-face.blogspot.com/2011/05/imnotgonnateachyourboyfriendhowtodancew.html' title='Bites My Moves.'/><author><name>AF</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2739793975669037815.post-6298384097510175094</id><published>2011-05-17T18:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-17T18:44:05.192+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hostess.</title><content type='html'>Hello. It's about to rain. Honestly I do not know how to start this post so let's talk about the most basic thing people talk about when things get awkward; The weather. It's been drizzling &amp;amp; the wind's really cold. I keep hearing loud thunders but I don't see lightning. Pretty sure there's gonna be a downpour in a short while. Get me a blanket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My family &amp;amp; I are watching E News. There was news about Glee &amp;amp; Gossip Girl &amp;amp; I swear to you I jumped off the couch &amp;amp; screamed when I saw Chace Crawford on the telly. Been really clueless about that particular tv show but that's all going to change. I download all the episodes I've missed &amp;amp; am planning on watching it this weekend. Bring on Saturday quick, please!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;There's school tomorrow &amp;amp; I really do not have any intention on attending but I'm going to persevere. My attendance still counts. I lost my post-exam time table so I really do not know what to bring for tomorrow. Wating for Julie to reply my text. Still waiting. Still waiting....god.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Didn't feel like going anywhere today so instead I stayed home &amp;amp; watched The Dilemma. I know the movie's still in the theaters but heck, this is what you get when you know an illegal website that lets you watch latest movies in HD. Oh yeah I rock. Really am bored nowww.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Glee's latest episode; Funeral is tonight tonight tonight!&lt;br /&gt;Brace yourself for waterfalls of tears.&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2739793975669037815-6298384097510175094?l=dustbin-face.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2739793975669037815/posts/default/6298384097510175094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2739793975669037815/posts/default/6298384097510175094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dustbin-face.blogspot.com/2011/05/hostess.html' title='Hostess.'/><author><name>AF</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2739793975669037815.post-3541012518418689837</id><published>2011-05-15T23:45:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-16T00:09:30.095+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jar Of Hearts.</title><content type='html'>Struggling to keep my eyes open because I'm determined to blog something. Bare with me if I talk shit or if my jokes aren't funny. I'm really trying to get through this before my head falls onto the keyboard &amp;amp; I simply just fall into a deep sleep. Okay go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weekends are over but I still think I deserve one more day to recharge, which is why I called mum, who is in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Phuket&lt;/span&gt; now, to ask for her permission if I could skip school tomorrow. Heck, I don't really need her permission but it felt good getting one. If only I had the energy to stay up real late tonight..oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, a couple of reasons why am I &lt;em&gt;quiet &lt;/em&gt;happy. One; Preliminary Examinations are over. Two; Mum's coming home from her 5 day holiday tomorrow. Three; I've finally watch I Am Number 4. Four; I've successfully downloaded all the tracks from the recent glee episode. I can go on &amp;amp; on for days but frankly my fingers are tired of typing things that no one reads. 'Life has been good' could have sufficed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm addicted to LAN Gaming. I went for it for two days in a row now. My favorite games are &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Blackshot&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp; L4D2, I'm not saying I'm good in any of 'em. I'm just saying that I like them. Anyway, I went for it yesterday with my younger brother. We were both bored since no one was home so we grabbed our wallets &amp;amp; went there. Today, my siblings, my sister's boyfriend &amp;amp; I went for it but unfortunately I didn't get to fully satisfy my game cravings because the computer I was using had some malfunctions. Oh well. I ended up getting to play L4D2, &amp;amp; I realized that I really do not have any sportsmanship. I hate to lose. I cursed a bunch when I died, virtually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad took me &amp;amp; brother out for lunch on Saturday &amp;amp; today. On Saturday, after we ate, dad brought us to the Royal Sports House &amp;amp; he randomly asked brother if he wanted a new soccer boot. He got all glee &amp;amp; went around the store choosing the one he wanted. When I told dad that I wanted one too, he simply ignored me. The nerve. I guess it's because I've never really been a sports-lover. I mean, I used to like running &amp;amp; playing hockey or &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;floorball&lt;/span&gt; back when I was in my primary school years but I guess I lost interest after awhile. Anyway, instead he bought me a new earphone. A bright, orange one to go with my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;iPod's&lt;/span&gt; casing. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Lika&lt;/span&gt; Boss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My favorite &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;tv&lt;/span&gt; shows are coming to end! The Vampire Diaries has ended about 3 days ago. The last episode was really confusing. I have no words to describe it but I enjoyed it nevertheless. Only 2 more episodes of Glee left before it ends. The funny thing is, all of these distractions are coming to an end as my N &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Level's&lt;/span&gt; are approaching. I guess it's a way the universe it trying to tell me to concentrate on my studies. Like that's ever going to happen. I'm pretty sure I flunked every single subject for the prelims. Get ready for some serious scolding from mum &amp;amp; dad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feeling famished. Lets raid the fridge once more.&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2739793975669037815-3541012518418689837?l=dustbin-face.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2739793975669037815/posts/default/3541012518418689837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2739793975669037815/posts/default/3541012518418689837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dustbin-face.blogspot.com/2011/05/jar-of-hearts.html' title='Jar Of Hearts.'/><author><name>AF</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2739793975669037815.post-5945221606774626381</id><published>2011-05-11T19:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-11T19:56:42.711+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Drop Waist.</title><content type='html'>It just stopped raining about a few minutes ago. I have no idea why I hear about 10 000 dogs barking around the neighborhood. Just had a Famous Amos cookie cake, delicious I might add. I'mma blog now because I don't really have anything to do online, brace yourselves are rants after rants after rants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, it's a Wednesday &amp;amp; I should really be off the laptop studying for the Physics examinations which falls on this Friday. I do not have to report to school tomorrow because I dropped Literature &amp;amp; so I have no papers to take. Oh yeah, which only means one thing; I'm able to sleep past 6am! Finally! I kinda need this day all to myself. So what should I do tomorrow? I'm thinking of dedicating tomorrow to a whole day of exercise, but I'll be tempted to eat junk food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apart from that, I sure as hell have to do some revision on Physics. I mean, I think I practically flunked every single one of my subjects, now I have to make an effort for physics. Though it's pointless because I've never really passed Physics, I'm gonna revise nevertheless &amp;amp; brush up on my formulas. Today was the art, F&amp;amp;N &amp;amp; D&amp;amp;T examinations. The art students were given 2 tables to themselves, so yes I felt LIKE A BOSS. I really wasn't in the mood to draw or paint or anything really, so I did it half-heartedly &amp;amp; when I was done I realized that I chose a wrong topic. Sigh. Really need to take time to choose my topics for now on. The art exam was 3 hours long while the others were 1 hour 30 minutes. I felt lethargic after only 2 hours &amp;amp; spent the last hour staring into space. When the time was up, I gathered my things &amp;amp; went down to the canteen with Haikal. Surprisingly my friends waited for me. Haha! Really did not expect that. Half of us went home while the other half stayed behind. Who knows why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arrived home at 12pm. After my shower, I took a 3 hour nap &amp;amp; only woke up at 4.30pm. Felt refreshed afterwards. It started to rain, which was awesome because the weather has been really warm lately, if you haven't noticed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna have a good night.&lt;i&gt; Glee all night!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2739793975669037815-5945221606774626381?l=dustbin-face.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2739793975669037815/posts/default/5945221606774626381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2739793975669037815/posts/default/5945221606774626381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dustbin-face.blogspot.com/2011/05/drop-waist.html' title='Drop Waist.'/><author><name>AF</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2739793975669037815.post-7410296249003282602</id><published>2011-05-09T13:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-09T13:47:02.202+08:00</updated><title type='text'>FOR ART. IGNORE.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8OAcV4QQfSE/Tcd_vPxnceI/AAAAAAAABq0/20mL09BDhUg/s1600/lava-lamp.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5604588710951088610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 164px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8OAcV4QQfSE/Tcd_vPxnceI/AAAAAAAABq0/20mL09BDhUg/s320/lava-lamp.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-POm803dinpw/Tcd_uzzui_I/AAAAAAAABqs/LNg-Wbi0gWI/s1600/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5604588703443749874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-POm803dinpw/Tcd_uzzui_I/AAAAAAAABqs/LNg-Wbi0gWI/s320/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-shAdPin3SRQ/Tcd_urqNEoI/AAAAAAAABqk/I-CgwYjrEoc/s1600/popup.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5604588701256323714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 290px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-shAdPin3SRQ/Tcd_urqNEoI/AAAAAAAABqk/I-CgwYjrEoc/s320/popup.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--iPx5Y5JBJY/Tcd_ufFC0YI/AAAAAAAABqc/Xa3LmsWVQD4/s1600/candles.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5604588697879236994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 292px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--iPx5Y5JBJY/Tcd_ufFC0YI/AAAAAAAABqc/Xa3LmsWVQD4/s320/candles.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CN6PghI8HSQ/Tcd_uIcvI6I/AAAAAAAABqU/_KmWu905qPo/s1600/11954308991886942130liftarn_Kerosene_lamp_svg_hi.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5604588691804595106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 142px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CN6PghI8HSQ/Tcd_uIcvI6I/AAAAAAAABqU/_KmWu905qPo/s320/11954308991886942130liftarn_Kerosene_lamp_svg_hi.png" 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/2739793975669037815-7410296249003282602?l=dustbin-face.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2739793975669037815/posts/default/7410296249003282602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2739793975669037815/posts/default/7410296249003282602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dustbin-face.blogspot.com/2011/05/for-art-ignore.html' title='FOR ART. IGNORE.'/><author><name>AF</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8OAcV4QQfSE/Tcd_vPxnceI/AAAAAAAABq0/20mL09BDhUg/s72-c/lava-lamp.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2739793975669037815.post-4854849092902703901</id><published>2011-05-09T00:34:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-09T01:05:18.139+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Round Round Round</title><content type='html'>Oh such a warm night! The fan's speed is at its highest but I'm still sweating my pits out. Okay that's a lie, but I am sweating. Why has it been so warm lately? I need the rain! I need a downpour! I pray it rains tonight so I can have a peaceful sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;All I want is to mess around, &amp;amp; LALALALALAA&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't get Avril's song outta my head! Prolly because I fell asleep earlier with my headphones still in my ears, &amp;amp; What The Hell was on repeat. Gah I think I can recite the lyrics word by word. There is a downside though, to sleeping with your headphones still in your ear &amp;amp; the music playing at it's highest volume. I have a major headache! My brain is throbbing! Just swallowed a panadol a few minutes ago, lets pray this migraine will go away soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, Sunday was spent wonderfully, but not productively. I decided to tag along with sister &amp;amp; aunt to Causeway Point to buy some furniture for the house. We got some lunch first at Long John Silver. Both of them had salad while I had the delicious chicken. Been so long since I dined there I forgot how to-die-for is the cheese. Afterwards we headed to the Civic Center to the furniture shop. I practically took a seat at every single couch they had. Aunt's decision was final because I think she had her eyes set on this particular couch. Oh well. We headed back to CWP &amp;amp; walked around. As all of you should've known by now, my phone went missing. So aunt wanted to sign me up for a student line but she got sidetracked by the new White iPhone 4. Instead of signing me up for the student plan, she decided to recontract her plan to get that white iPhone. So she did, &amp;amp; I received her old iPhone......I hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We headed back to Yishun(Northpoint) because aunt still wanted to get this pink Puma bag. We headed home afterwards &amp;amp; arrived home at 430pm. The sun was scorching as we walked across the park. Sighhh. Weather, please calm down. I want to live past 60!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So much for cracking open the textbooks over the weekend. Weekend is over &amp;amp; not a single subject revised! Not even my art coursework!!!!!! Omg I'm starting to feel nervous for it. I barely have enough time for anything now, which is why I choose to do nothing. Hehe. Note to self; &lt;strong&gt;Never procrastinate anymore!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Thank god tomorrow(today) is a holiday for mostly students &amp;amp; teachers. Enough goofing off. I will start on my art tomorrow &amp;amp; if I'm not tired, revise a few topics on maths. That's my plan for tomorrow, now lets just hope I can stick to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I hear the PAP won the election? Not even remotely surprised, but I hear they won by only a margin number? Sucka! Of course not everyone will vote for y'all. &lt;strong&gt;P&lt;/strong&gt;ay &lt;strong&gt;A&lt;/strong&gt;nd &lt;strong&gt;P&lt;/strong&gt;ay what! I really wanted Workers Party to win. I have no idea why though. I guess I'm just tired of being under the same government for 16 years? Bleagh enough pretending to understand politics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't take it! I'm off to bed!&lt;br /&gt;CLICK THIS &amp;gt; &lt;a href="http://www.mostboringsite.tumblr.com"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;True Colours&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2739793975669037815-4854849092902703901?l=dustbin-face.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2739793975669037815/posts/default/4854849092902703901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2739793975669037815/posts/default/4854849092902703901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dustbin-face.blogspot.com/2011/05/round-round-round.html' title='Round Round Round'/><author><name>AF</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2739793975669037815.post-3630556359835179322</id><published>2011-05-06T16:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-06T16:33:07.202+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I found the brightside.</title><content type='html'>Well, it has certainly been a rough week for with what with losing my cellphone, flunking all my examinations, depressed &amp;amp; mood every night. I'm glad it's Friday so I can put this whole week behind me &amp;amp; just start afresh. Starting..with watching The Vampire Diaries. Currently waiting for it to load, so I'm killing time by blogging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so bored right now so bare with me &amp;amp; my boring details about school. Like a good friend of mine said; &lt;i&gt;When you're a teenager, school is your world.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had my English &amp;amp; Mother Tongue examinations earlier &amp;amp; I never anticipated english to be that difficult. I usually come unprepared &amp;amp; simply do my best because really, what do you have to study to prepare for English? Sigh. I regret not studying anything! Maybe it's because I didn't read a lot of books this year, so my vocabulary did not expand. Mother Tongue was manageable, though I know I did pretty bad. What is happening to me! I used to be bad in studies, now I'm extra bad!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weekend is dedicated to my art coursework. I really have to get crackin' on this or I'll flunk it, like my other subjects. Sigh. Which topic should I choose? Contemplating on Neon Lights or Beneath The Surface.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, now that I've lost my cellphone, I can ask a new one from dad. I'd love one from Apple Product Store daddy dearest. Okay obviously that's not going to happen. Would you really buy a phone for someone who has lost 4 cellphones in his 16 years of living? Right. Anyway, I think aunt's going to help sign a new line for me, &amp;amp; hopefully get a new phone? Hmmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I think my show's done loading. Have a great weekend ahead.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2739793975669037815-3630556359835179322?l=dustbin-face.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2739793975669037815/posts/default/3630556359835179322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2739793975669037815/posts/default/3630556359835179322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dustbin-face.blogspot.com/2011/05/i-found-brightside.html' title='I found the brightside.'/><author><name>AF</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2739793975669037815.post-4995152152237465867</id><published>2011-05-04T21:03:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-04T21:50:47.891+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wrong day, Wrong guy.</title><content type='html'>Been tryin' to make time to update here but I simply do not have the strength, or the mood to. I've logged into blogspot for about 5 times since Monday but all I do is stare at this blank space &amp;amp; type, &amp;amp; backspace. So exhausted these days. Examination period; &lt;b&gt;WHAT DO YOU EXPECT&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday was a public holiday. Tuesday was a normal school day, &amp;amp; it was such a dread. I had my geography examination today. I kinda screwed it up because I refused to read the instructions on the cover page. Now I'm gonna flunk it, get a really bad score for my N levels &amp;amp; wash toilets for a living. Whatever. After it ended, I followed Julie &amp;amp; Hasan to Broadway to have lunch. The three of us ate at some random hawker center. Afterwards, we made our way to a nearby park &amp;amp; had a quick smoke. Hasan went back to school but Julie &amp;amp; I made our way home, walking across the park. We parted ways after we crossed it &amp;amp; I took the bus home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was about to alight at my stop, I realized that I didn't have my cellphone in my pockets. I panicked &amp;amp; searched frantically in my carry-on file. It wasn't there. I practically ran up &amp;amp; down the aisle of the bus asking around if they had seen a silver phone. Nobody claimed to had seen it. My heart got heavy &amp;amp; I dragged my feet home. I made like a fajilion calls to my phone but nobody answer. However, it continued to ring. So I decided to retrace my steps. Sister helped. We took the bikes &amp;amp; cycled back to the hawker center where I had lunch, to the park where I had a smoke, to the bus stop where I was but to no avail. I was depressed throughout the entire day. Even now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't even know how am I gonna do my mathematics &amp;amp; English examinations tomorrow. Pray for me while I go around begging for spare change to put inside my FOR-A-NEW-PHONE piggy bank. Goodbye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2739793975669037815-4995152152237465867?l=dustbin-face.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2739793975669037815/posts/default/4995152152237465867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2739793975669037815/posts/default/4995152152237465867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dustbin-face.blogspot.com/2011/05/wrong-day-wrong-guy_04.html' title='Wrong day, Wrong guy.'/><author><name>AF</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2739793975669037815.post-803423074155416953</id><published>2011-05-01T20:21:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-01T21:48:37.999+08:00</updated><title type='text'>May; Please Be Good.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Normally I would be ironing my school uniform, packing my school bag &amp;amp; looking for a fresh pair of socks since it's a Sunday night but because Labor Day was yesterday, they made Monday a public holiday which is just heaven for everyone! Monday is the absolute worse. So yeah, there is no school tomorrow. Can I get a what what?! Awkward, I know. I hate it when I try to talk ghetto but fail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So! It's &lt;b&gt;Asyura Shariff&lt;/b&gt;'s 17th birthday tomorrow! I have no idea why am I the one excited. Maybe because she turns legal next year? Oh wait, why does it matter to me if she turns legal or not? Err awkward. Anyway, I dragged mum to Causeway Point earlier to get her a birthday gift but the mall was in no state to look for the store you want to go to. Sigh! So instead, we went back to Yishun &amp;amp; went to Northpoint instead. I didn't know what to get, so I bought....I'll keep it a secret, for now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I really am getting irritated with this election going on. I mean do you guys really need to hire lorries to drive around the neighborhood &amp;amp; play a tape telling us to vote for you? It's loud &amp;amp; annoying, &amp;amp; frankly it makes people want to vote for you even less. God. Even now, as I'm typing this out, I hear "Vote, Workers Party!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;May is here! April went by so fast. It has been 5 months since January! Almost half a year gone without you even realizing! Amazing isn't it? My preliminary 1's has started already &amp;amp; here I am, not even revising. I really wonder if I even care about my future. I have to start on my art by tomorrow or I'll have no more time to prepare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I'm out! Goodnight!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2739793975669037815-803423074155416953?l=dustbin-face.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2739793975669037815/posts/default/803423074155416953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2739793975669037815/posts/default/803423074155416953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dustbin-face.blogspot.com/2011/05/may-please-be-good.html' title='May; Please Be Good.'/><author><name>AF</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2739793975669037815.post-1106240154616043103</id><published>2011-05-01T00:14:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-01T00:18:51.250+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Like You Care.</title><content type='html'>I'm so angry these days I don't even know why. All this bottled up anger is slowly starting to spill over. I can't stand anyone who even tries to tease me. I feel irritated at almost everything. I hate having no one to pour out to anymore. I find myself in need of a cigarette even more often than usual. What's wrong with me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm exhausted tonight &amp;amp; I was looking forward to watch my shows online but the website is down, which is just a cherry on top of my emotions right now. Sigh. Why must everything go wrong today?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fuck I'm just tired of being me. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2739793975669037815-1106240154616043103?l=dustbin-face.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2739793975669037815/posts/default/1106240154616043103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2739793975669037815/posts/default/1106240154616043103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dustbin-face.blogspot.com/2011/05/like-you-care.html' title='Like You Care.'/><author><name>AF</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2739793975669037815.post-3884149558476234995</id><published>2011-04-28T18:43:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-28T19:10:52.608+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just kids in love.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;I really have no words to describe this burning sensation in my chest. I really am done now. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, Hi. I guess I've been busy, as you can see from my long absence. It's my first preliminary paper tomorrow &amp;amp; I'm a nervous wreck! I really should be hitting the textbooks now but instead I'm in the living room, watching AI &amp;amp; blogging. I guess I'll start some revising at 730pm. The weather has been really humid lately!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a really...interesting day yesterday. I had my eyes set on going to school because every single lesson is vital this week, but I woke up at 6.40am &amp;amp; panicked because it was the time I usually leave the house to catch the earlier bus. I rushed my shower, I was pretty sure I forgot to brush my teeth. Anyway, I left at 7am &amp;amp; remembered that the school bus would be passing YJC, which isn't that far from where I was staying, at 7.05am, so I quickly made my way to that bus stop, but missed it by minutes! It killed me. Instead, I looked for a nearby bench, pulled out my iPod &amp;amp; listened to Glee. I went back home after sister called me &amp;amp; told me aunt had left for work. I spent the entire day at home, not revising.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School today was really frustrating &amp;amp; really boring. I didn't pay attention at any of the lessons, which meant I wasted my time even coming to school. However, when I was pretending to pay attention during mathematics class, which was the last period of the day, I couldn't help realizing that the day went by really quick. I used to dread Thursday, but now...I don't know. After school, Jules decided to come to my crib. We had planned to do some studying but got sidetracked &amp;amp; watched Glee &amp;amp; played the laptop instead. I sent her down to the bus stop at 6pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm off for a cold shower! Goodbye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2739793975669037815-3884149558476234995?l=dustbin-face.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2739793975669037815/posts/default/3884149558476234995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2739793975669037815/posts/default/3884149558476234995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dustbin-face.blogspot.com/2011/04/just-kids-in-love.html' title='Just kids in love.'/><author><name>AF</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2739793975669037815.post-3049652710836605120</id><published>2011-04-24T03:03:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-24T03:26:01.818+08:00</updated><title type='text'>TVD; Klaus(Review)</title><content type='html'>Let me start by saying how incredibly awesome this episode was! Lots of heart breaking, heart warming, jaw dropping, heartbeat skipping moments. I have no words to express how much I love this episode, but nevertheless, in a attempt to turn everyone into TVD fans, I'm gonna write a review about said tv show. Bare in mind that this should be on my Tumblr page, but heck there's enough TVD stuff there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elena decides to take matters into her own hands by turning to Elijah, an original they've killed. She made a deal with Elijah, knowing that he can be trusted as he is a man of his words. Elena then sets off with Elijah as he tells her the story of Klaus, his apparent brother. Trust me, this was a big shocker. Jenna was finally told that vampires exist after having a near death experience. Klaus held a knife infront of her, but just then Stefan sprung into action &amp;amp; screamed at Jenna telling her to run. Now everone knows vampires exist. She got pretty emotional afterwards &amp;amp; was comforted by Elena. When Damon sees Elena, he tries to stop her from going back to Klaus but Stefan, again, sprung into action &amp;amp; told him to back off. As the story goes on, we find out that Klaus is not a vampire, nor is he a werwolf. Instead, he is a hybrid, half a vampire, half a werewolf. Genius right? I especially loved that twist! We also learn that Klaus never loved Katherine, but Elijah did. Anothet twist! Things between Stefan &amp;amp; Damon got into a whole new level when Stefan told Damon that he will never have one thing that he has, &amp;amp; that is Elena's respect. Damon the punches Stefan which flunged him across the room, landing on a bookcase. Elena &amp;amp; Elijah walks in at the moment, &amp;amp; of course they both stop because Elena told them too. Elijah told both of them that he will help them defeat Klaus, but he demands their apology. Stefan apologized, but Damon didn't. He went up to his room &amp;amp; nearly killed his 'girlfriend', &amp;amp; I swore he teared up! Now before any of this, Damon went to try &amp;amp; save Katherine, but failed. Instead, he helped Katherine to get herself out of there. I guess we'll find out on the next episode. The last scene was when the soul of Klaus, that was inside Alaric's body, was transfered back into his own body. It's safe to say that Klaus, is a hunk. Alaric is back. So now Elijah tells them that there is a way to spare both Elena &amp;amp; Bonnie's life. All that's left now, is Damon's apology.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2739793975669037815-3049652710836605120?l=dustbin-face.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2739793975669037815/posts/default/3049652710836605120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2739793975669037815/posts/default/3049652710836605120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dustbin-face.blogspot.com/2011/04/tvd-klausreview.html' title='TVD; Klaus(Review)'/><author><name>AF</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2739793975669037815.post-4494288573353921413</id><published>2011-04-23T09:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-23T09:40:23.390+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Night of Neglect.</title><content type='html'>Good morning all you fellow blog hoppers. It's a Saturday morning &amp;amp; I'm up already. Still waiting for someone to make me something to eat for breakfast because I'm a boss like that. Brother is also awake, playing Wii. We've been neglecting that game console for nearly 2 months, which explains why everyone has gained a few pounds. Hehe. Wii is exercise! Trust me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, it was Good Friday yesterday &amp;amp; I spent it watching the telly all day long. Well, except at noon, dad brought me &amp;amp; brother to the mosque for the Friday prayers. The mosque was too packed so we had to pray outside under the scorching sun. I felt like I was going to pass out but I endured anyway. I was there to pray afterall. Afterwards we went for lunch at Said's Restaurant. I had egg prata, something that I've been craving for for weeks now. Brother kept pestering me to accompany his to Chambers, a lan gaming room. I turned him down every time he brought up the question, which I think disappointed him a little. Boohoo that's life little bro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;American Idol result show was yesterday. I wasn't surprised that Stefano was eliminated frankly because he was against Jacob, who is emotionally amazing especially in ballads. Sigh. Anyways his swan song was amazing, so was his performance of Closer. Gonna miss you Stef, but I hear he never wanted to be the American Idol. Guess I'll read up on that on Eonline.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do I have planned for today? I'm going LAN gaming with my siblings, &amp;amp; I think sister's boyfriend too. Then I have to start on my art or else I'll never complete anything this weekend. Plus, the testimonial assignment AJ asked us to complete. So many things to complete, so little time! At times like this, I wish vampires were real.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waiting for my Glee episode to complete its loading. It's really taking a toll in my life now. I read about the latest episode on Twitter &amp;amp; it kills me that I haven't watched it yet. Time to heave a sigh of depression. Goodbye, &amp;amp; have a great day ahead!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2739793975669037815-4494288573353921413?l=dustbin-face.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2739793975669037815/posts/default/4494288573353921413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2739793975669037815/posts/default/4494288573353921413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dustbin-face.blogspot.com/2011/04/night-of-neglect.html' title='Night of Neglect.'/><author><name>AF</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2739793975669037815.post-6413206714952126226</id><published>2011-04-21T17:54:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-23T09:41:27.833+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Harder To Breathe.</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/H1vAaKxpWt0" frameborder="0" width="370" height="290" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just watched American Idol a while ago &amp;amp; was amazed by the performance of Casey Abrams. He is amazing! I've never been a fan, but hell this performance was top notch. Casey for American Idol. Then again, Stefano wasn't that bad either. He did an amazing cover of Closer. Will post a video performance of it soon, but now, I bet you readers have been missing me! I'mma blog about me now! &lt;b&gt;Feel free to leave&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, it has certainly been a long week for me. All the feuds happening in the school are getting pretty old. Why can't we all just hold hands &amp;amp; sing happy, hippie songs? Sigh. The weather these days isn't helping either. I find the need to fan myself with the nearest textbook I can reach. When it rains, it rains at the wrong time. Get together please!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you own a calender, you would know that tomorrow is Good Friday. Really happy that I have one day to relax before working my ass off for my preliminary 1, which in a week's time. I don't know if I can do well. Physics is like a foreign language to me. Plus, Social Studies is an up &amp;amp; down roller coaster. Sometimes I get it, sometimes I'm like '&lt;i&gt;What did Foong just say?!&lt;/i&gt;'. Same goes for Geography. Really need a reality check from someone, soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the bright side, Glee's latest episode is out; A Night Of Neglect. I found a link that isn't broken &amp;amp; immediately saved it under favorites. Guess it's a Gleeful night!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I recently received my art question paper for my prelims. It's really stressing me out because the topics are pretty difficult. I can't decide which one should I pick. I want a more easier topic but that'll seem effortless. I wanna stick out(&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;that's hard when little miss perfect korean girl's in the same class as me&lt;/span&gt;). Anyway, I need to decide soon because the weeks are passing really quick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My form teacher assigned all of us a task to do over the short break. We are to write down all the achievements we've accomplished over the 4 years of being in the school. I wanted to start on mine earlier but all I did was stare at that blank sheet of paper. I cracked my brain for anything but I realized I've never achieved anything. It's to embarrassing I can't even.... Oh I'll come up with something I guess....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what is my to-do list during this short break; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Revise on my weaker subjects.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Start on my art preps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Vampire Diaries.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;My sister recently activated her twitter account &amp;amp; she's been tweeting to me ever since. It's kind of annoying but yet entertaining at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I'm off. Have a good one! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2739793975669037815-6413206714952126226?l=dustbin-face.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2739793975669037815/posts/default/6413206714952126226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2739793975669037815/posts/default/6413206714952126226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dustbin-face.blogspot.com/2011/04/harder-to-breathe.html' title='Harder To Breathe.'/><author><name>AF</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/H1vAaKxpWt0/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2739793975669037815.post-1307036822672344670</id><published>2011-04-18T21:27:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-18T22:00:03.454+08:00</updated><title type='text'>iTunes needs to die.</title><content type='html'>School was torturous. It was dreadful &amp;amp; tiring &amp;amp; boring. I don't even remember a single thing that I learnt in school today, which is really saying something because the person who sits next to me was absent, which meant I had absolutely no distraction. So why didn't I learn anything?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Justin Bieber landed in Singapore late last night. The fact that he's in my country, about 10 train stations away from me is amazing. Now I wished I had tickets for his concert tomorrow. Sigh. Oh well, there's always a next time. WHICH IS A REALLY LONG TIME FROM NOW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was raining this morning. I dreaded going to school because I had to carry my geography file &amp;amp; 2 textbooks on one hand &amp;amp; hold an umbrella up for myself in the other. When I boarded the bus &amp;amp; settled down on a seat, dad called. What a waste! If I had waited for about 5 minutes at the bus stop, I would've been able to catch a ride with him. Sigh. Anyway, I arrived in school all dry because the rain stopped while I was in my bus. Great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.................&amp;amp; I'm gonna stop here because I sound boring. Goodnight!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2739793975669037815-1307036822672344670?l=dustbin-face.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2739793975669037815/posts/default/1307036822672344670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2739793975669037815/posts/default/1307036822672344670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dustbin-face.blogspot.com/2011/04/itunes-needs-to-die.html' title='iTunes needs to die.'/><author><name>AF</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2739793975669037815.post-256627707084331739</id><published>2011-04-16T23:10:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-16T23:39:12.175+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Justin Bieber.</title><content type='html'>I'm only here because I've got nothing to do while waiting for my Vampire Diaries S2E18 to load so why not make good use of my time by blogging, right? Okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday was a relax &amp;amp; recharge day for me. I spent the entire day watching the telly &amp;amp; surfing the net. Honestly I don't remember the last time I even took the train down to town. I'm a loser like that. It's not that I don't enjoy going out, I do. But when I'm out, all I want to do is go home, change into my most comfortable boxer shorts &amp;amp; t-shirt &amp;amp; just laze around. Oh whatever! The time will come when I realize I have to be more outdoorsy. In the meantime, I think I'll enjoy the comfort of my own home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I'm not mistaken, Justin Bieber's concert will be held two days from now. Oh why didn't I ask mum &amp;amp; dad to get me tickets? Now I feel like going. You can't hate Bieber you know. You have no reason to. He's really caring towards his fans, his music is poppy &amp;amp; catchy, he's does all he can to help the world be it money wise or whatever. Why hate on someone who's only trying to make the world a better place? Owned now aren't cha?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I've been really irritated with my QVOD player for the past few days. It won't download any of my shows or movies, &amp;amp; get this! Country Strong is out but I can't download it because the player is corrupted. So annoyed that I nearly wanted to smash the laptop but it's not mine so..yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a thousand &amp;amp; one homeworks to complete but I didn't even touch my school bag today. What an attitude to have. Especially art! Mdm Lim has been up everyone's butt about finishing up board 3. She keeps reminding us that we won't get a good grade and such. It's so motivational to be in that class, really. But a friend of mine told me to completely ignore her &amp;amp; do your own thing, which I thought was really inspirational. So Lim, please know that I'll be turning a death ear every time you speak to me now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It looks like I'll be spending the entire night watching movies because my sister's boyfriend helped me find a website that allowed me to watch Cruel Intentions. I'm excited of course! You have no idea how many days I took to find a website that can screen this movie! Finally!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gone. Goodbye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2739793975669037815-256627707084331739?l=dustbin-face.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2739793975669037815/posts/default/256627707084331739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2739793975669037815/posts/default/256627707084331739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dustbin-face.blogspot.com/2011/04/justin-bieber.html' title='Justin Bieber.'/><author><name>AF</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2739793975669037815.post-3551129375945757936</id><published>2011-04-15T15:39:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-15T16:13:09.154+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Klaus.</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" width="370" height="290" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/10i6ezs0eEQ" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I WILL NEVER GET TIRED OF THIS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well Hello fellow bloggers.&lt;br /&gt;God, it feels like forever since I last blogged. Oh wait. Didn't I just blogged two days ago? Oh well. Call me a blog(oholic) for all I care because I know it's true. But I do prefer the term someone who likes to share. Even I can't make that argument. So how is everyone on this fine Friday afternoon? Oh I just love Fridays. The week went by so quickly I didn't even realize it. My finger tips smell like nicotine. I shall elaborate now, as usual. Feel free to leave if you're not interested to read.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gave school a miss yesterday because I wanted to take advantage of the fact that there wasn't any adults in the house, only sister. She backs me up most of the time when I do not feel like going to school. Yesterday was pretty tricky though. After mum left for work, aunt was still home, so I needed to fool her first. This is what I did; I told her that school only begins at 8.15am. When I woke up at 7am, I pretended to make have breakfast, packed my bag &amp;amp; didn't all those nonsense stuff. At 7.15am, I went into the shower but only sat at the toilet bowl &amp;amp; allowed the water to flow. I heard the front door slam at 7.30am which indicated that aunt was out of the house, which meant only sister was at home. So that was my master plan. Bwahaha! I succeeded. I spent the entire day watching Castle &amp;amp; surfing the net. Pretty much wasted an entire day of education doing nothing. Oh well!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did however, attended school today. I left pretty early because I thought I was late, but when I arrived at the bus stop at 6.45am, the bus came immediately. I love it when that happens. I arrived in school at 7.15am &amp;amp; was about to take out some notes for a last minute revision before the test that was after that assembly. When the test paper landed on my desk, I blacked out. I couldn't remember a single formula despite memorizing it 2 minutes before. I wrote a bunch of random numbers for the answer &amp;amp; cursed myself during the remaining time. Art was an absolute hell hole. Everyone was really pissed with the teacher because she kept on comparing us with the secondary 5's &amp;amp; telling us that our work is average &amp;amp; blablabla. She nearly made Regina cry by saying that she's always absent when the actual fact, Regina had a really valid reason. Chill girl. You know how old hags are. Menopause! The funny thing was she kept on saying we don't understand what she's saying but really she's the one who doesn't understand our question. Dumb ass. We had an Adam Khoo workshop after recess. It was dull &amp;amp; I only half heartedly laughed at Danny's jokes..which were usually funny. Yes you have to crack up some jokes hello!  You have us in the MPH for 2.5 hours okay! After it ended, I had to stay back for a bit because I had to attend the PISA thing, but all changed when brother texted me saying that he did not have a key to the house &amp;amp; nobody was home. Practically rushed for him. Here I am now, drinking a whole bottle of Coke, bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone's out. Me &amp;amp; brother are the only ones at home. It was the same yesterday. Hmmm. Weekends are here! Anyone wants to take me out? Figures; No one. I think I'm gonna go swimming this weekend. It's been a while since I swam, but I hate that after swimming, I'll feel all lethargic. Sigh. I'm off to find links for The Last Dance. I think it's out yet..right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2739793975669037815-3551129375945757936?l=dustbin-face.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2739793975669037815/posts/default/3551129375945757936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2739793975669037815/posts/default/3551129375945757936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dustbin-face.blogspot.com/2011/04/klaus.html' title='Klaus.'/><author><name>AF</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/10i6ezs0eEQ/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2739793975669037815.post-4484387016094810365</id><published>2011-04-12T18:37:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-12T19:12:31.382+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Teenage Dream; A Boy's Perspective</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" width="370" height="290" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/yAUMU3QQE6w" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;WHAT A TURN ON!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;This video totally made my day! I came home from school all exhausted &amp;amp; moody but the moment I turned on my laptop &amp;amp; logged into Tumblr, I stumbled upon this video &amp;amp; it turned my frown upside down. Fuck yes Boyce Avenue I won't be surprised if I see you winning a Grammy award anytime soon. Trend them on twitter someone! This is someone who DESERVES fame, unlike Rebecca Black. Oops sorry, RB is like so 2 minutes ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So how is everyone today? I keep hearing the thunder &amp;amp; seeing lighting but where's the rain? C'mon if you're gonna to rain, rain already! No wait, rain at midnight because that's usually the time I go to bed. Thank you. Oh look at that, the moment I typed out that sentence, I heard the pitter patter of the rain. Hello precipitation!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I'll elaborate on school since someone pointed out that school is my world, my life. Can't say I don't agree with you bro. I'm a loser with absolutely no life. SUE ME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School was dreadful yet I can't say I didn't enjoy being present. Dad called me up in the morning &amp;amp; offered a ride to school. As usual, I accepted without hesitation. When I arrived, I had to report to the discipline office first, to mark my attendance since I came late for school yesterday. The prefects looked confused as to why I was there. You call yourselves prefects? Anyway, after the morning assembly, the pupils who were selected for PISA(Program for International Students) were called out for a short briefing. Yes, I'm one of them, which is odd because I'm a Singaporean. Not a PR, not a foreigner. The brief was short &amp;amp; informative. PE was next. It was torture, like always. It's always torture because my teacher LOVESSSSS to exercise. Bleagh. We had our 2.4km run. I think, wait, I KNOW I failed. Maths was boring &amp;amp; confusing. Buck up Amirul! There's a test this Friday! Sigh. We've been learning the same thing for Social Studies for the past 2 weeks. Move on already! We have enough notes for an entire lifetime! Physics was annoying. Ray kept on reminding us that we're weak. Dude shut the fuck up we know &amp;amp; we do not need reminding. Mother Tongue was fun. The two classes were combined because Mdm Jariah wasn't present. I had a blast laughing away at stupid jokes with Jules &amp;amp; Haikal. Miss Chee didn't come in for English which meant we had a free period. I helped Juliana with her English assignment while the rest of my classmates &amp;amp; the students from the other class ran around stealing each other's bags. I know right. I can't even...School ended afterwards. I stayed back for an an hour or so doing absolutely nothing. Walked to the bus stop across the park with A, Helmi &amp;amp; Miraah. They alighted at the bus station while I stayed in &amp;amp; waited for my stop. Was walking towards my block when I bumped into sister's boyfriend. I was stunned because he's supposed to be in the NS camp. Oh whatever. I think there's a valid reason for him not being so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently my siblings watched Battle;LA earlier on today &amp;amp; they said it rocked. I need more opinions about the movie. Can everyone please watch it &amp;amp; tell me if they should not have premiered it in the cinemas or if it rocks? Thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm off to listen to more Boyce Avenue covers. Goodbye!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2739793975669037815-4484387016094810365?l=dustbin-face.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2739793975669037815/posts/default/4484387016094810365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2739793975669037815/posts/default/4484387016094810365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dustbin-face.blogspot.com/2011/04/teenage-dream-boys-perspective.html' title='Teenage Dream; A Boy&apos;s Perspective'/><author><name>AF</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/yAUMU3QQE6w/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2739793975669037815.post-1135360810294290552</id><published>2011-04-11T20:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-11T22:30:16.644+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cougar Town.</title><content type='html'>Monday is coming to an end. Finally! Make the week pass faster. It's only Tuesday tomorrow &amp;amp; I want it to be Friday already. What an attitude to have for my (might be) last year in secondary school. I'm so exhausted right now I don't even give a fuck is my english is broken. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;So, school was dreadful. For one, I was late for the morning assembly. As a punishment, I was ordered to pick up dried leaves at the back of the school for a near hour. Yes, you heard me right. Pick up DRIED LEAVES. If they had gave me detention, I would've understood, but why the hell did they ask me to pick up dried leaves?! Really. Anyway, it left me feeling lethargic for the entire morning, which explained why I didn't pay attention during any of the lessons. I was at a blur during english &amp;amp; social studies. I was kicked out of geography class for talking too much with Syazwani. Wow Foong. Maybe you don't know this but it's a blessing to be kicked out of your class. Psht. Since I was absent last Thursday, I had to retake a chemistry test. For the entire day, everyone was telling me how difficult it was. After I completed it, I realized how manageable it was. Take that! Do not think I should elaborate on the things that happened after school since it's not my place to share. All I'm going to say is; &lt;em&gt;Violence is not the solution to everything. &lt;/em&gt;Walked to the bus stop across the park with Julie. Parted after we reached the other side of the park. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;I really should be logging out from blogspot &amp;amp; start on the two Social Studies essay we were assigned. I do not want to get in trouble again do I? Oh &amp;amp; apparently I have to report to the discipline office by 7.15am tomorrow. Dreading! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;This is gonna sound embarrassing but I went online in hopes that I would be sent to London to meet the New Directions but when I submitted my application, the site went ERROR. Screw this! I'll try again tomorrow I guess. Really exhausted now. Goodnight!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2739793975669037815-1135360810294290552?l=dustbin-face.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2739793975669037815/posts/default/1135360810294290552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2739793975669037815/posts/default/1135360810294290552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dustbin-face.blogspot.com/2011/04/cougar-town.html' title='Cougar Town.'/><author><name>AF</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2739793975669037815.post-3585770473175454309</id><published>2011-04-10T21:39:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-10T22:22:24.592+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sacred Heart.</title><content type='html'>So how is everyone on this fine, but freezing, Sunday night? I'm blogging while being in front of the telly, watching Prince Of Persia; The Sands of Time. It seems like only yesterday this movie was hot in the cinemas, why is it already on the small screen? Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I had a really....interesting day. To begin with, I did not expect to be going out of the house. I guess I'll elaborate now. I woke up &amp;amp; went straight to the living room &amp;amp; turned on the telly. Scanned through all the channels but nothing interest me. Decided to watch 'Clueless' instead. After the movie ended, I checked my cell &amp;amp; realized I had a text. It was from Helmi, asking me if I was going to see Faiz. That friend of mine who was admitted into the hospital a day back. The reason I didn't plan on going was because I read one of his tweets this morning that said he was discharging at 1pm, so I assumed I wouldn't make it since it was 1.15pm already. But apparently they needed his parents to be there in order for him to be discharged. His parents were coming at 3pm so I guess I had time. I showered, got dressed &amp;amp; was out of the house by 1.35pm. Walked to the hospital since it's really close. When I arrived, I met Asyari at level 1 &amp;amp; we both went up to his ward together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I arrived, everyone was already there, which led me to wonder why no one asked me to come earlier in the first place. Bleagh whatever. Since the visiting hours were over, Faiz, with his casted hand, decided to follow us downstairs for lunch. We all had lunch at the foodcourt, &amp;amp; afterwards they went for a smoke break. I'm gonna call it that because in the National Service, that's what it's called. Afterwards, we all gathered at a nearby bench &amp;amp; played a game of truth or dare. Surprisingly I wasn't afraid to pick Dare the first time that spinning marker pointed at me. Progress. Faiz's mother came shortly after &amp;amp; all of us went back upstairs. After he was discharged, we all made our way to Northpoint, except Julie &amp;amp; Asyari. On our way there, I asked Hasbullah for a few tips on exercising. Great pointers bro, thanks. When we arrived, we made our way to McDonalds. Sadly I didn't have anything to eat because I just had lunch a few hours ago. The rain started to get heavier &amp;amp; heavier the moment we entered the outlet. I left at 5.30pm. The bus station was really packed &amp;amp; really slippery. I had a near-fall which was really embarrassing. The bus ride took 30 minutes. Without my iPod, I nearly fell asleep waiting for my stop. When I arrived home, I immediately took a shower.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had an hour's long debate with my younger brother because he didn't agree with me that Battle;LA sucked. Mum got sick of hearing us screaming at each other so she told us to shut our mouths. Sorry mum! I know your Monday blues have settled in. Anyway, since we couldn't further our argument, we went online &amp;amp; researched on the ratings of said movie. Guess what? I won! Told you Battle;LA isn't a good movie. Afterwards, we put our arguments to rest &amp;amp; turned on the telly instead. What a day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's school tomorrow. I don't know if I am looking forward to it, or not. It's the waking-up-at-the-crack-of-dawn part I don't like. Sigh. No no, I have to persevere. I missed a day of school last week, I cannot miss another day this week. Determination is all I need. Determination to get an A. I guess I should be logging out now. My bag isn't even packed. Goodnight all! Have a wonderful week ahead.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2739793975669037815-3585770473175454309?l=dustbin-face.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2739793975669037815/posts/default/3585770473175454309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2739793975669037815/posts/default/3585770473175454309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dustbin-face.blogspot.com/2011/04/sacred-heart.html' title='Sacred Heart.'/><author><name>AF</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2739793975669037815.post-4517863375652710272</id><published>2011-04-09T23:42:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-10T00:42:41.618+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bitch Had It Comin'</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Wassup everyone? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I guess I shouldn't be too happy, especially since one of my friends was admitted to the hospital. God I hope he's okay. Bless the person who invented Twitter. It's so convenient! Anyway, I'm gonna make a trip down to the hospital he's warded in tomorrow. It's only right. As a friend &amp;amp; all. Thank god it's a nearby hospital. Or else I might've thought twice. Wait, NO. Scratch that. I would travel to the center of the earth if that's where the hospital is situated. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It's a Saturday today &amp;amp; naturally, I'm at home. I spent the entire day watching movies after movies. I was actually planning on watching only one movie; World Invasion Battle:LA, but since aunt spent the morning watching FOXfamily, I was forced to watch Pizza My Heart too. It's such a cliche movie. Seriously a movie cannot top that level of clicheness. I enjoyed it nevertheless. I'm a sucker for cliche movies. Sue me! At about 1530, I realized nobody was at home. So I fixed the laptop to screen on the telly, put on Battle;LA &amp;amp; enjoyed it while eating curry for lunch. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(&lt;em&gt;Review&lt;/em&gt;) ~ Here's the thing about the movie, it's great &amp;amp; all..but..oh who am I kidding! The movie fucking sucked! It concentrated on a bunch of soldiers. As much as I respect soldiers for their contribution in keeping our world, or/&amp;amp; their own countries, safe, I find it ridiculous that there wasn't a love story twist! I mean c'mon! You're shooting at one of the greatest place on the planet; Los Angeles, &amp;amp; instead of concentrating on beach babes &amp;amp; hunks, you concentrated on SOLDIERS. FUCKING SOLDIERS! Really bitch? Really? Sure, you can concetrate on them but not for the entire show! Where's the love twist? Where are the ordinary people? &amp;amp; WHY THE HELL DID THE ALIENS LOOK LIKE ROBOCOP?! Seriously what kind of a director are you!? I applaud you for casting Lucas Till as one of the soldiers BUT YOU KILLED HIM OFF TOO EARLY. Hello! Aren't you targeting teenagers to watch your film? LUCAS TILL IS A HOT TOPIC FOR TEENS WHY THE HELL DID YOU KILL HIM OFF?! I do not think this movie is worth anything! It did not reach my expectations, &amp;amp; I HAD HIGH ONES FOR THIS FILM! From the trailer it looked interesting! Plus, when the aliens arrived, you showed it through a fucking television. Why didn't you shoot it from the beach where all the action was happening? Instead you made us watch the arrival of the aliens through a fuckin' telly. What the fuck are you trying to do? If you look at it this way, they weren't really fighting the aliens. Instead, they were racing through time. DO I LOOK LIKE I WANT TO BE WATCHING A MOVIE ABOUT A BUNCH OF SOLDIERS RACING AGAINST TIME?! I want to see combat! First I rated this movie a 6/10 but after typing out all the fuckin' flaws. I give it a 2/10. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;DO NOT WATCH THIS FILM IT'S A FUCKING STEAL.&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;But yknow...that's just my perspective. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Now that I've got that out of my system, lemme proceed to elaborate on with the rest of my day. Bare in mind that this film took up 2 hours of my day, &amp;amp; LIFE. It ended at 1730. Since I had nothing else to occupy myself with, I went on the internet &amp;amp; surfed Tumblr. Before long, the bell rang &amp;amp; in came mum with a McDonalds' plastic bag. Since it's a transparent bag, I saw 4 cheeseburgers in it &amp;amp; ran towards her &amp;amp; grabbed the bag. I indulgedthe burger while my brother kept on shooting me with his brand new NERF gun. This NERF gun is getting on my last NERVES. See what I did there? Heh. Anyway, the rest of the night was spent watching the E! Channel. E!News, Fashion Police, True Hollywood Story; Charlie Sheen. I think that last one is still on. So anyway, after I turned the telly off, I took a cold shower &amp;amp; here I am! Freezing my butt off. God why did I even take a cold shower at night? I'm crazy like that. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I tricked Kaliesa into thinking that I had 5 tickets to Universal Studios Singapore &amp;amp; that I wanted to take her. When I told her it's a lie &amp;amp; that my real question was if she wanted to accompany me to visit that friend of mine in the hospital, it kinda pissed her off a bit. She didn't show it of course but I can tell. Which explained why I apologized twice. Sorry again K! I'm in a really playful mood tonight. Anyone wants to come here &amp;amp; play with me? That sounded wrong. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Well, off to bed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2739793975669037815-4517863375652710272?l=dustbin-face.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2739793975669037815/posts/default/4517863375652710272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2739793975669037815/posts/default/4517863375652710272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dustbin-face.blogspot.com/2011/04/bitch-had-it-comin.html' title='Bitch Had It Comin&apos;'/><author><name>AF</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2739793975669037815.post-5383499739301566832</id><published>2011-04-09T02:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-09T02:40:30.843+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Annual Speech Day 2011</title><content type='html'>Hello everyone. Whoa I've been online for about 5 hours. How did that happen? Oh well. I'm waiting for Battle;LA to complete its downloading before I put this laptop to rest. I entertained myself with roiworld, facebook, tumblr, twitter &amp;amp; I even watched Glee's 'Original Song' episode. Yes, that was how long it took for one movie to download. It was funny, before I decided to watch an encore episode of Glee, the loading was at 20%. After it ended, which was 40 minutes later, it was 90%. Okay new tip for QVOD; &lt;em&gt;To make your loading go faster, watching something else while waiting&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;So how is everyone tonight? Technically it's morning already. Oh well! I have much to elaborate on Speech Day so you bet I'm gonna keep you entertained. Please read on if you care about me(&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;like certain people who don't&lt;/span&gt;). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Where should I begin? Even after staying up all night tweeting &amp;amp; watching countless episodes of Keeping Up With The Kardashians, I persevered &amp;amp; went to school in the morning. My god I felt restless throughout the entire day &amp;amp; it didn't go unnoticed. Anyway, when I arrived in school at 8am, I was overwhelmed to see how busy everyone was. My discipline master walked past me &amp;amp; totally ignored me even though I had my cell phone out. I thought I was going to be alone since most of my friends were involved in the ceremony, but I was glad to bump into a classmate of mine, two actually. So anyway, the ceremony begin at 9.15am? Our former principla gave a really, REALLY long speech which kinda annoyed me a little. I kept on cursing myself for coming in the first place. So anyway, I'm just gonna skip to the performance segment since that was the most entertaining part. I don't mean to sound rude, but 'Dance Explosion' aren't that good. I mean, their legs were all shivering when they did all those 'stunts'. Honestly aren't dancers supposed to be precise? Bleagh. I did enjoy the choir. I find 'em absolutely adorable, &amp;amp; they were led by, Kris, our Brooksian Idol. The performance I enjoyed the most was the secondary 3 guys &amp;amp; girls who did a hiphop? dance. Honestly they were awesome. The whole thing ended at 1030am when it was supposed to end at 1230pm. Fyeah. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;A couple of my friends &amp;amp; I went to Northpoint Shopping Centre afterwards &amp;amp; we had lunch at KFC. I was starving which explained why I didn't even bother to wait for anyone to get their own meals before digging in. Heh. Sorry. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Mum is still not home yet. I called her about an hour ago. I made 7 calls, she only answered on the 7th. When she did, I heard loud background music. Why is my mum out in da club on my brother's birthday?! God. Anyway, I just received a text from her &amp;amp; she told me to wait up for another 20 minutes because she's on her way home. Bleagh. What do I do to keep myself entertained for another 20 minutes?! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Yes you read it right; It's my younger brother's birthday today. Well not exactly today because I'm sure the date of this post states 9th April. His is on the 8th. He received a NERF gun from my grandma which has to be the most coolest thing ever! I tried it earlier &amp;amp; I just didn't wanna let go of it. I have to get myself on for sure! Apart from that, he also received a wad of cash from my dad. Typical. Ever since we've grown up, he doesn't even bother to put in effort for our birthday gifts. It's always cashcashcash. I'm appreciative nevertheless. Well, if it's not too late, &amp;amp; this has to be my 178038 time wishing you, happy thirdteen birthday! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;I've run of things to say. Have a great weekend ahead!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2739793975669037815-5383499739301566832?l=dustbin-face.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2739793975669037815/posts/default/5383499739301566832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2739793975669037815/posts/default/5383499739301566832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dustbin-face.blogspot.com/2011/04/hi-its-saturday-im-bored.html' title='Annual Speech Day 2011'/><author><name>AF</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2739793975669037815.post-8205550923537218003</id><published>2011-04-07T10:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-07T10:44:10.309+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mini Street.</title><content type='html'>Oh look at that, it's 1030am, &amp;amp; I'm at home. Yup, you guessed it right. I skipped school today. Thursday's time table is the absolute worst, you would've done the same if you were me. Anyway I have to make a trip down to the doctor's office today, my ulcer is seriously hurting I need 'em drugs!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank god I have a sister who only starts her private school on the 9th of May. Yeah she's here &amp;amp; we're watching Keeping Up With The Kardashians. Grandma is still asleep which means there isn't any breakfast. Boohoo my stomach is grumbling. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Annual Speech Day 2011 is tomorrow &amp;amp; I'm excited for it even though I didn't win an award or am involved in any way. Great, four years of being in this damn school &amp;amp; I have never been on stage to receive an award. Nice. It'll be like I never existed. But I volunteered to be the audience though. Only 10 students from each class are allowed to go &amp;amp; I'm one of them. Have to support those friends of mine who DID win an award.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, goodbye for now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2739793975669037815-8205550923537218003?l=dustbin-face.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2739793975669037815/posts/default/8205550923537218003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2739793975669037815/posts/default/8205550923537218003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dustbin-face.blogspot.com/2011/04/mini-street.html' title='Mini Street.'/><author><name>AF</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2739793975669037815.post-4665333179002500115</id><published>2011-04-05T16:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-05T16:48:47.808+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;Why can't I be the one with the fucking attitude?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello. It's raining on a Tuesday afternoon. I just came back from school. Exhausted &amp;amp; I'm slightly drenched from the rain. Didn't even bother to take a full shower, instead I placed my head under the tap &amp;amp; washed my hair. Hope I won't come down with a cold, or a fever. Can't get sick this week, or the next. I realized I've been absent from school for a number of days. Plus, with the number of test given..I can't afford to miss even one day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I should elaborate now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School was a drag today, so was yesterday(Monday). I was hoping dad would call me this morning &amp;amp; ask if I wanted a ride. Sadly he didn't. I took my usual buses instead. The whole time I was in the bus, I was reading up on all key notes of Social Studies since there was a test today. Arrived in school with only 5 minutes to spare. After the morning assembly, our first period was PE. I enjoyed it because exercising usually clears my mind. Nearing the end of the period, we had a class captain ball game. That really cheered me up, for some reason. The rest of the lessons were boring. Maths was total torture. I think I flunked the SS test. Mr Ray was a little hasty with us today. English was our last period. The moment the bell rang, I made my way to the bus stop alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the Annual Speech Day 2011 this Friday. I was chosen, along with 9 other classmates of mine, to attend the ceremony. I've been so excited to attend it but now all I want to do is stay home. I don't think I should be there to support anyone. I'm sour like that. Of course not. Yes I'm going. I have to. I think the performances will be great. I hear our very own Brooksian Idol is doing a number? Excited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I have to go now. Apparently I have a lunch date with my sister. A forced one I might add. Goodbye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2739793975669037815-4665333179002500115?l=dustbin-face.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2739793975669037815/posts/default/4665333179002500115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2739793975669037815/posts/default/4665333179002500115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dustbin-face.blogspot.com/2011/04/why-cant-i-be-one-with-fucking-attitude.html' title=''/><author><name>AF</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2739793975669037815.post-4786145455145393225</id><published>2011-03-26T23:34:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-27T00:04:06.253+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Get It Right.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-x15Vrj46SP8/TY4IpmvtNgI/AAAAAAAABpU/xaGOFT7s9Ic/s1600/195843_149734911755298_100001563715227_311430_4491928_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5588413698481665538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-x15Vrj46SP8/TY4IpmvtNgI/AAAAAAAABpU/xaGOFT7s9Ic/s320/195843_149734911755298_100001563715227_311430_4491928_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; I wonder why I look so uncomfortable O.o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;So, hello everyone. I know i've been distant from here but it's only because I'm genuinely busy. Okay not. I'm on the laptop practically every night, but I just don't have that momentum to really sit down, stare at this empty space box &amp;amp; blog. Sorry dear readers(as if I have any).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I have some time to spare before going on an all nighter on Tumblr, I guess I should try to make this blog less dead. Oh who am I kidding. The people I link don't even update that often. One even privated her tumblr. Boo A. What am I gonna read on the net besides celebrity news?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was the secondary 4's Annual Career Day 2011. Yes, I added the 'Annual ' to make it sound more grand because we were mother fucking kings &amp;amp; queens of the school on Friday. Shall I elaborate then? I had a hard time picking out my outfit since we were told to come in smart casual wear. I wanted to come with torn jeans with a white tshirt &amp;amp; maybe a flanel paired with my most dirtiest of Chuck Taylor sneakers but nooooo. We had to put on shirts with collars &amp;amp; actual PANTS &amp;amp; leathered shoes, the guys I mean. Managed to put together a decent outfit though I think I could've done better. Anyway, everyone looked pretty &amp;amp; handsome. Especially this specific someone whom I couldn't stop ogling. We went through a couple of workshops about grooming &amp;amp; what not. After a short break, everyone was broken up into small groups &amp;amp; were led to different rooms for different poly talks. I've made up my mind on which polythenic I want to go to...but I need to work really hard to get in. The last segment was in the school hall where we were told to walk around &amp;amp; visit the different polythenic &amp;amp; other school's booth. The moment I saw NAFA(Nanyang Academy Of Fine Arts), I swear I heard that music they usually play on shows when they see a miracle. You know the one? Psht. After we were dismissed, I had a small meal before heading home alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I stayed at home recharging myself after a long week, ignoring all the texts I received from Afiq. Seriously why are my primary schoolmates asking me out these days. God. Anyway, I downloaded a couple of movies but only one was in HD. 'How Do You Know?'. That movie is a total bore. I'm telling you here first, do not waste your hard earn, or from parents, cash on that movie. I fell asleep in the first hour. I decided to pass on the offer from aunt to tag along with the rest of the family to Northpoint for a late lunch. Instead, I stayed at home &amp;amp; cleaned. Hmph.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was earth hour today &amp;amp; I expected to see total darkness when the clock striked 8.30pm, but sadly no. All I saw was all the street lamps still lit &amp;amp; homes were still bright. I'm speechless. What is happening?! Doesn't anyone want to prevent global warming?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I guess I'm off. Have a great Sunday everyone! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2739793975669037815-4786145455145393225?l=dustbin-face.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2739793975669037815/posts/default/4786145455145393225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2739793975669037815/posts/default/4786145455145393225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dustbin-face.blogspot.com/2011/03/get-it-right.html' title='Get It Right.'/><author><name>AF</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-x15Vrj46SP8/TY4IpmvtNgI/AAAAAAAABpU/xaGOFT7s9Ic/s72-c/195843_149734911755298_100001563715227_311430_4491928_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2739793975669037815.post-2404021317691381126</id><published>2011-03-21T18:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-21T18:48:26.723+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Term 2; Day 1.</title><content type='html'>Well hello there fellow blog hoppers. What a fine, fine afternoon. Just came back from school about 2 hours ago. My throat has been bothering me the entire day, but I didn't want to let it ruin my mood. According to A, a lot of the students in our school were crying, who knows why. Probably because it's a Monday &amp;amp; even the smallest of problems can lead to a water flow of tears. Okay I just made that up. Probably some fight they had with their boyfriends I guess. Typical teenage girls. Nothing new. On to me now! After all, this is MY blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, if you're a Singaporean &amp;amp; you're still in your primary/secondary years, you would know that today is the first day of the 2nd term of this year. Since I have nothing else to elaborate on, why not elaborate on today! Right? Feel free to fucking leave if you are not interested. Thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday started out fine. I dreaded going to school because I was still sleepy, but I persevered anyway. When I arrived downstairs &amp;amp; was walking towards the bus stop, dad called &amp;amp; asked if I wanted a ride. Normally I would jump at this chance, but today I felt like listening to my Glee tracks while taking a slow ride in the bus. So I lied, in order to not hurt his feelings that I'm choosing Glee over him &amp;amp; said that I had promised a friend that I would go with him. He bought it, but I felt guilty afterwards. The bus ride was anything but slow. Before I even realized it, I was already at the stop where I was to alight to switch to 804. Maybe the bus ride felt quick because I was too busy day dreaming that I was on stage, performing a Glee cover track with my own set of 'gleeks'. Oh shut up, as if you guys don't fantasize performing the song you're currently listening to. Anyway, I arrived in the school hall a little earlier than expected, so I shut my eyes for a minute or two. It really amazed me that I was able to take a power nap in the midst of the noise in the hall. After the flag raising ceremony, the principal decided to torture us after a week of holidays by giving us a crazy long speech. I was dead throughout &amp;amp; kept on screaming in my mind 'BITCH GET OFF THE MICROPHONE'! Afterwards, Mr Lee decided to continue the torture but scolding us, I think. It sounded as if he was scolding us because he kept on saying that we didn't know how privileged we were. Honestly I do understand why he was going off on us. We had a briefing for our upcoming Career Day. I've planned my outfit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I enjoyed today's lessons because the principal has cut off 5 minutes off every period which means we only have to endure 30 minutes of teaching. Fyeah. ADarla made me realize that 5 minutes for every period makes a huge difference for 17 periods. Oooh yeah. Anyway, I don't feel like elaborating on every single subject so lets just scoot on over to the last period, which was a free one. Unfortunately, since me &amp;amp; some other classmates of mine didn't turn up for the holiday class on Tuesday, AJ made us copy 4 pages out of the textbook, including the diagrams. My hands went numb after 1 &amp;amp; a half page. Managed to complete it, &amp;amp; since she was off for a tournament, I decided to leave school together with ADarla &amp;amp; Helmi. The bus took awhile to arrive at my stop this time which rocked because I managed to listen to almost all my Glee tracks. Oh yeah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I'm done for today.&lt;br /&gt;"7am, waking up in the morning. Gotta be fresh, gotta go downstairs, gotta have my bowl, gotta have cereal." A little Rebecca Black to end things off. I have homework today! But there's How I Met Your Mother tonight. Bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2739793975669037815-2404021317691381126?l=dustbin-face.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2739793975669037815/posts/default/2404021317691381126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2739793975669037815/posts/default/2404021317691381126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dustbin-face.blogspot.com/2011/03/term-2-day-1.html' title='Term 2; Day 1.'/><author><name>AF</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2739793975669037815.post-6572605525106275212</id><published>2011-03-20T13:17:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-20T13:57:59.360+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Wanted; All Time Low.</title><content type='html'>Oh it's Sunday already, the last day of the March holidays, which means there's school tomorrow. I'm so not looking forward to it. My stack of homeworks are still left undone &amp;amp; heck I don't even know where is my backpack. Pray I won't be murdered by the teachers tomorrow, especially my mathematics teacher. She's gonna throw a fit for sure if I don't attempt the 4 worksheets she assigned us to complete.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So did anyone catch the supermoon last night? It wasn't bigger than the usual size but it was definitely alot more brighter &amp;amp; clearer. I was mesmerized &amp;amp; stood at the window for a near hour just staring up at the sky. Fake, obviously I didn't stand there like an idiot for an hour. That would be a complete waste of my time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watched The Bourne Identity last night &amp;amp; was amazed at how good the movie was. I always avoid watching movies with the word Bourne or Bond because I'm not really a fan of secret agent/assassin/action movies but this one really took my breath away..okay fine Matt Damon in his early days took my breath away. ~whyweloveoursexycelebs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's about to rain..perfect weather for an afternoon nap. Goodbye! Have a great week ahead.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2739793975669037815-6572605525106275212?l=dustbin-face.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2739793975669037815/posts/default/6572605525106275212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2739793975669037815/posts/default/6572605525106275212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dustbin-face.blogspot.com/2011/03/wanted-all-time-low.html' title='The Wanted; All Time Low.'/><author><name>AF</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2739793975669037815.post-436135096468768814</id><published>2011-03-18T23:11:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-18T23:59:12.045+08:00</updated><title type='text'>USS.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qvSC8V0r_YA/TYN2Txd53eI/AAAAAAAABpM/WNXMiMdhIWA/s1600/castle.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585438044937903586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qvSC8V0r_YA/TYN2Txd53eI/AAAAAAAABpM/WNXMiMdhIWA/s320/castle.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Head picture was taken using my camera phone, which has a low megapixel. I did my best using picnik.com but everyone knows I'm the worst photo editor. Anyway, it's not about the picture. I just loved looking at this castle when I was in the Universal Studios earlier. FUCK YES BITCHES HEARD THAT?! Imma continue now &amp;amp; if you think you're gonna start being all bitchy saying 'I went there already' blahblah whatever, please leave because this is about me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, dad bought 3 tickets to USS &amp;amp; he took me &amp;amp; my younger brother. We had a fuckin' blast. He came at 9.30am to fetch me &amp;amp; brother. We drove to Sentosa. The entire journey took about an hour because dad kept making pit stops to the gas station. We arrived at 1030am but decided to park the car all the way at the beach station beause if we wanted to park at the Universal Studio itself, we had to pay an additional $26. Bullshit. So we parked at the beach station &amp;amp; took the monorail down to the waterfront station. My molecules were jumping when we were standing at the entrace &amp;amp; I was holding on to my ticket. The moment they scanned mine, I screamed 'I'M IN!' which cause a few heads to turn. Bo bitch whatchu lookin' at? I was completely mesmerized at what I saw &amp;amp; immediately cursed myself for not asking sister if I could borrow her DSLR. Damn, I could've have a fucking photoshoot there with all the Hollywood drive &amp;amp; New York City. Our first stop was the Monster Rock. A somewhat broadway musical performed by a bunch of monsters &amp;amp; a very sexy sexy guitarist. After the whole show ended, &amp;amp; I inhaled alot of smoke, we made our way to Lights, Camera, Action Hosted By Steven Spielberg. Fuck yes that was awesome. It made aspire to be a director. Then, it was Battlestar Galactica. That suicidal roller coaster from bottom view. My heart sank when I saw the twisting &amp;amp; turning tracks. I hesitated &amp;amp; contemplated to ditch, but I thought "$72 &amp;amp; you're not gonna ride it?!". In the end, I joined queue. The whole wait was about 30 minutes, for a 1.10 minute ride. Psht. I felt better when dad told me the ride was short, but when they buckled me in, it all came back to me; I'm about to ride a 14th storey high roller coaster. WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU THINKING?! I cannot describe the feeling I had the entire time I was on that coaster. I had no thoughts. All my problems seemed to fade away in that short minute. BUT FYEAH IT WAS AWESOME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afterwards, we went to Revenge of The Mummy ride. So here's the thing, my sisters had already went awhile back, so they ruined the surprise for me by telling me what to expect. Of course it ruined the whole f-ing ride! Bleagh. But it was still awesome though. I expected total darkness, but it wasn't. Still, thumbs up! Especially the part when they pulled the whole cart backwards. Awesome, but that was the part my sisters ruined for me. Psht. Anyway, we went to Jurassic Park next but the wait for all the rides were an hour or an hour &amp;amp; a half. Of course we got annoyed. Why the hell was the whole Singapore there? Hmph. We went to the Shrek 4D film instead at Far Far Away. I was a good, trying laugh I guess. I didn't find donkey or any of the cast to be that funny, but the effects were great. We had lunch afterwards, a costly one I might add. So afterwards, we rode on the pathetic roller coaster in Far Far Away. Seriously a waste of my time. Canopy Ride was our last. We walked around the place afterwards buying a truck load of souvenirs. I got myself a mug that has the words "Best Actor" on it. Now I feel like a fuckin' celebrity. The ride home was great. I watched countless music videos on dad's video player.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realized I can't fit a size 30 anymore for pants. Now what am I suppose to wear for Career Day? Fuck I need to go on a mass diet. I'm beat. Goodnight lovelies. FRIDAY WAS FUN. Rebecca Black approved. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2739793975669037815-436135096468768814?l=dustbin-face.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2739793975669037815/posts/default/436135096468768814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2739793975669037815/posts/default/436135096468768814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dustbin-face.blogspot.com/2011/03/uss.html' title='USS.'/><author><name>AF</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qvSC8V0r_YA/TYN2Txd53eI/AAAAAAAABpM/WNXMiMdhIWA/s72-c/castle.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2739793975669037815.post-6377067655315910907</id><published>2011-03-17T22:57:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-17T23:21:48.941+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Irish Eyes.</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Kickin' in the front seat. Kickin' in the back seat.&lt;br /&gt;Gotta make my mind up which seat can I take?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Though I find Rebecca Black's track Friday to be fucking rubbish, you gotta admit it's kinda catchy. Especially the part when those bunch of 13 year olds screamed 'Yeah' when Rebecca sings Partyin' Partyin'. Does she know she's a joke though? Because on her twitter, she wrote thinks like 'Day 3 &amp;amp; still trending. Thanks guys!'. Thanks for what? Building up a bad rep for you? Bitch you nothin'. Speaking of which, I tweeted to Rebecca saying her new spoof track 'Prom Night' is fucking killing me. That bitch fucking replied. Whoa. She said to me &lt;a href="mailto:"&gt;'@AFisnotyou&lt;/a&gt; Prom Night is a spoof made by someone'. Sure Rebecca. Now try to save your face. Hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What did I do today? Practically rot on the couch watching E!News. I'm addicted to celebrity news nowadays. Hell, I've bee addicted to celebrities since 12 when I bought all those Bop &amp;amp; TigerBeat mags. Still remember those times..reminiscencing here! I downloaded 2 apps on my iTouch that sents me push notifications when there's news in Hollywood. I'm obsessed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Earlier, my family gathered around the telly &amp;amp; we watched American Idol season 10 while painting each others nails. I helped aunt because she's down right lazy to do it. Since I enjoy painting, what the hell. I even asked Mel to paint mine with those clear ones to make 'em shiny but erased them off almost immediately after I realized how feminine they look. Oh c'mon! Every guy has their feminine side. Mine just happens to be a larger side-_-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something to look forward to tomorrow: My dad is taking me &amp;amp; my younger brother to the Universal Studios. Heck yes I'm excited(&amp;amp; a little bit nervous). I have a fear of heights &amp;amp; well..speed. Hoping to conquer them tomorrow I hope. No chickening out Amirul. You rode a roller coaster before! Just forget everything &amp;amp; ride it like a cowboy. Or in this case, a jet pilot/race car driver. Hmph. Toughen up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta help Julie with her Tumblr. Goodnight all! Wish me luck tomorrow. Don't only prayforjapan! Pray for me too!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2739793975669037815-6377067655315910907?l=dustbin-face.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2739793975669037815/posts/default/6377067655315910907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2739793975669037815/posts/default/6377067655315910907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dustbin-face.blogspot.com/2011/03/irish-eyes.html' title='Irish Eyes.'/><author><name>AF</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2739793975669037815.post-3408812749318723640</id><published>2011-03-15T23:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-15T23:39:11.054+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Black Oracle.</title><content type='html'>Don't you just get really annoyed when you ask someone a question &amp;amp; that person just totally ignores you by looking in another direction? Whenever that happens to me, I'm like DUDE DON'T YOU EVER DIG YOUR EARS YOU MOTHER FUCKA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, on a brighter note, the time table for term 2 is out but I've clicked on the link practically 10000 times but it lead me to nowhere. How is that a brighter note again? It's an irritating note, that's what it is. The school's website is really annoying making us download files. I really hope one day my laptop crashes because of one of their files so I can fucking sue that damn school. No wait I take it back! I do not want my laptop to crash. What the hell am I talking about?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's going to be midnight soon which means another day of the March holidays is wasted by doing absolutely nothing but staring at the telly all day long. I skipped classes today because I didn't felt like looking at any of my classmates/schoolmates. Is this really the attitude I want for this year? The (possibly) last year of my secondary school life? Bleagh. No no. I should let the future me handle this kind of stuff. For now I'll just concentrate on doing well in school..which I haven't been doing. Never have. Hmph.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent the entire afternoon listening to Glee tracks. I think I have a major case of the Glee fever. Okay fine there is no such thing as Glee fever, only Bieber fever. But to hell with that! I'm having Glee fever, yes. I realized that Tina has absolutely amazing vocals. The unsung hero in a way. It's always Mercedes or Rachel or Quinn that gets the spotlight. What about Tina huh? Her voice is waaaay better than Quinn. I think they should've let Tina be the lead for sectionals instead of Quinn &amp;amp; Sam. Oh what am I talking? I ship them both &amp;amp; now I want them off stage to let some pretty vampire asian girl steal their spotlight? No way. My golden couple comes first. Though they're not together now. Quinn's a bitch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the lowest of all notes, I'm unable to download any of my shows. I think my player is corrupted. I've been telling my siblings to get thier files off the laptop before I reformat it but they just won't listen to me. Maybe I should just reformat it so they'll know I mean business. Sadly I'mnot that cruel. I wish I was though. Oh c'mon. Like you don't have a sinister side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't now what I can entertain myself with now. After clicking 'Publish Post', I won't have anything to do anymore except surf the net. Sigh. I need to reformat this fucking laptop...tonight! My eyes are starting to get tired. I feel like I'm in maths class again. Seriously this is exactly how I feel when Yuniza is teaching something. Hehehe. Well, turning in early I guess. Goodnight lovelies!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2739793975669037815-3408812749318723640?l=dustbin-face.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2739793975669037815/posts/default/3408812749318723640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2739793975669037815/posts/default/3408812749318723640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dustbin-face.blogspot.com/2011/03/black-oracle.html' title='Black Oracle.'/><author><name>AF</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2739793975669037815.post-9158762268022539873</id><published>2011-03-14T15:39:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-14T16:03:14.147+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Vast Anger.</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;I hope you seriously regret what you just did because I hear karma is a real bitch&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's 3.41pm on a Monday afternoon. I know it's a little early to be posting but I've got nothing to do &amp;amp; no one has asked me out, as usual. I don't know what is everyone's problem with me these days. It's like I carry a contagious skin disease. Bleagh. Whatever. I'm awesome the way I am &amp;amp; if CERTAIN PEOPLE can't accept me, please I beg you to fuck off. Again, I'm talking to CERTAIN PEOPLE. 'Nuff said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I had chemistry &amp;amp; maths remedial today. The class was fucking lifeless. Okay maybe it was because I was sitting alone &amp;amp; I had nobody to entertain me except maybe Huda who asked me questions every now &amp;amp; then. Anyway, I arrived an hour late for chemistry because I decided to leave the house together with sister who had school today. AJ released us 20minutes late for recess which sucked because I had no time to really sit down &amp;amp; eat. I just ran down to the cafeteria &amp;amp; grabbed a cup of Milo. Maths was confusing. Though I managed to keep up with the pace this time. After school, I headed home alone because apparently my friends had no patience. Maybe they were still somewhere in the school but I searched everywhere &amp;amp; I couldn't find them, so I headed home straight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here I am now, alone at home with only brother to communicate with. He's being annoying playing football in the house. I hope he breaks one of grandma's vase because I'd love to see him being screamed at. Oh shut up. As if you guys don't secretly enjoy watching your siblings getting a massive scolding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I doubt I'm going to class tomorrow. I really should but I just don't feel like turning up. I'll just do some self-studying at home instead. Or maybe I'll go for a bike ride tomorrow; alone. Seriously having limited friends is starting to get to me. Okay, not limited friends. I have plenty. How about this; not having a best-friend is really getting to me. I need to find one. Someone who lives close by. Someone who is able to meet me whenever I feel like it. Someone who would come to my house with a bag of Famous Amos cookies &amp;amp; a cup of peach milk tea when I tell 'em I feel down. Okay, best-friend hunt. Who wants to be my best-friend? It's hard to find one when the only person who can really tolerate me is...myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'll watch my shows today. Glee, Gossip Girl, The Vampire Diaries &amp;amp; maybe Pretty Little Liars. Oh just typing them out already makes me tingly in the inside. Oh the thought of Chace Crawford, Leighton Meester, Ian Somerhalder, Chord Overstreet, Lea Michelle, Lucy Hale. Screw waiting for night time. I'm gonna watch it right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh &amp;amp; to CERTAIN PEOPLE, I still want you at the depths of hell &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2739793975669037815-9158762268022539873?l=dustbin-face.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2739793975669037815/posts/default/9158762268022539873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2739793975669037815/posts/default/9158762268022539873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dustbin-face.blogspot.com/2011/03/vast-anger.html' title='Vast Anger.'/><author><name>AF</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2739793975669037815.post-5312263459962019576</id><published>2011-03-13T21:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-13T22:42:18.806+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fcking Horrifying</title><content type='html'>So I'm watching Case 39 right now &amp;amp; I'm pretty sure I won't be able to sleep tonight. Why in the world did they make this movie so fucking terrifying? This movie beats out Paranormal Activity 2. Everyone should fucking watch it at midnight. It's not even &amp;amp; I'm scared to the bone. God I'm such a coward. No surprise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is chemistry &amp;amp; mathematics class tomorrow. I seriously do not feel like turning up but I know I need these extra classes. Hmph. Maybe I'll come late for chemistry. I want my holidays, but I need these classes. Okay enough, enough. I just need to suck it up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today went fine. I watched a couple of movies in the morning but got bored after awhile. I tried downloading Battle; Los Angeles but it didn't load..which pissed me off a little. I tried downloading Meet The Little Fockers but it didn't load too. I don't know what's wrong with the website anymore. It's really pissing me off. All my shows are unable to load too. Gossip Girl, TVD &amp;amp; Glee. All down the drain. Hmph. Maybe I'll give it afew more days before trying again. Pray for me it'll load.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't really have much to share today so I'm just going to end here. Oh look at that, Case 39 just ended too. Awesome. Goodnight guys. An early morning tomorrow. Classes will be a bore, no doubt.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2739793975669037815-5312263459962019576?l=dustbin-face.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2739793975669037815/posts/default/5312263459962019576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2739793975669037815/posts/default/5312263459962019576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dustbin-face.blogspot.com/2011/03/fcking-horrifying.html' title='Fcking Horrifying'/><author><name>AF</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2739793975669037815.post-3522020693163635064</id><published>2011-03-13T00:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-13T01:07:17.248+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tell The World I'm Coming Home...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I close my eyes and..pray&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;My sincere condolences go out to the victims of the 8.9 magnitude quake in Japan. Stay strong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know it's still headline news everywhere &amp;amp; as I'm typing this out, the people in a Japan are still suffering from the nuclear leak &amp;amp; the aftershocks of the quake. I cannot imagine being there, in your guys shoes. Stay safe, keep each other safe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I've expressed my sincerest condolences but it's time to move on, time for me to move on. Maybe I'll keep updating about this disaster on Twitter so you guys can read it on my widget, but here, I think I should keep it more about me. I know it is a little self-centered, but I think I have been worrying too much about other people(not only the ones in Japan) that I've forgotten to take care of my own well being. Which explains my results, I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have realized that my previous post was crap &amp;amp; it really doesn't suit the mood the world is having right now. I do not think I'm going to delete it though because it took me a long time to post it &amp;amp; I'd hate to click delete on hardwork, so I'm just gonna leave it &amp;amp; start afresh with this post. By 'starting afresh', I do not mean I'm going to elaborate on Friday. I mean I'm just going to continue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday was pretty much an ordinary one. I did not go out, I did not attempt a single homework, I did not find resources for my art &amp;amp; I did not wash my school shoes. I like to dedicate Saturday to recharge, always have. I think there are a few classes on Monday. Am not looking forward to it, of course, but I'm still going to attend. I received an anonymous call earlier &amp;amp; was surprised at who was calling. It was a friend of mine from my primary school. He asked if I wanted to join him &amp;amp; a couple of our old classmates for an outing at Bugis Street but I passed because, like I said, Saturday is recharge day.Instead, I spent it at home watching the news &amp;amp; reading Twitter every 20 seconds. I think my phone bill is coming. I'm shaking to the bone even though I know I controlled it this month. I pray it won't be high. Someone trend this. #praymyphonebillwontbehigh. No? I'm trend it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I refused to do a single chore at home, my brother asked if I wanted to accompany him to play soccer downstairs at around 5pm. I had nothing better to do, so I too him up on that offer &amp;amp; we both went downstairs, me wearing boxers &amp;amp; flipflops with an old Tequila tshirt &amp;amp; him with a football jersey, sports shorts, soccer boots &amp;amp; shin pads. Seriously I do not understand why he needed the shin pads in the first place. Was he that afraid that I would kick the living hell out of his shin? Oooh. So anyway, we went downstairs &amp;amp; realized that the gate to the small field infront of our HDB flat was locked. Brother threw his ball over the fence &amp;amp; climbed. I, on the other hand, refused to exert any energy so I illegally unlocked the gate. It's a basic trick actually. I learned it from watching many students open the gates of our own school when the person in the office takes a long time to click the, what I can only assume, green button to open the gate. Brother was amazed &amp;amp; said he didn't knew I had a 'rebellious side'. My gut felt like saying "bitch you ain't shit". For the first half an hour, I sat by the sides watching him play while playing with my cell. After getting bored with my smart/professional phone, I joined him &amp;amp; ignored my conscience saying "don't exert energy." I had a great time. We played..err..'one touch'? Whatever, it was cool. Mum saw us afew hours later when she was on her way home from Northpoint. She brought for us a couple of cheeseburgers &amp;amp; she went upstairs. Brother &amp;amp; I got tired after awhile &amp;amp; so we sat down, eating our cheeseburgers. Since he wasn't really hungry, I ate two while he ate one. So much for wanting to tear the burger into half so we'd both get one &amp;amp; a half of cheeseburger each. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are my plans for the March holidays? All I know is that the day 'Battle; Los Angeles' premieres, I'm watching it on it's first timing. Fyeah. Oh &amp;amp; not forgetting my reviosion. I flinched during PTC yesterday when AJ said that I can only afford to fail one subject. I failed two for my term 1 results(maths &amp;amp; humanities).Hmph. Now I feel the pressure. Can I sing The Flood to berfeeling-feeling? No? Okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think this post is long enough. I'll be heading to bed now. Goodnight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2739793975669037815-3522020693163635064?l=dustbin-face.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2739793975669037815/posts/default/3522020693163635064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2739793975669037815/posts/default/3522020693163635064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dustbin-face.blogspot.com/2011/03/tell-world-im-coming-home.html' title='Tell The World I&apos;m Coming Home...'/><author><name>AF</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2739793975669037815.post-2888307860205068580</id><published>2011-03-11T22:52:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-11T23:35:09.542+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pray</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Headline News Today; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Earthquake in Japan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;The magnitude 8.9 offshore quake unleashed a 23-foot tsunami and was followed by more than 50 aftershocks for hours, many of them of more than magnitude 6.0. The death toll is likely to continue climbing given the scale of the disaster. More than 300 houses were washed away in Ofunato City alone. Television footage showed mangled debris, uprooted trees, upturned cars and shattered timber littering streets.The tsunami roared over embankments, washing anything in its path inland before reversing directions and carrying the cars, homes and other debris out to sea. A tsunami warning was extended to a number of Pacific, Southeast Asian and Latin American nations, including Japan, Russia, Indonesia, New Zealand and Chile. In the Philippines, authorities ordered an evacuation of coastal communities, but no unusual waves were reported. The first waves hit Hawaii about 9 a.m. EST today. Officials predicted they would experience waves up to 6 feet.&lt;br /&gt;-Adapted from &lt;em&gt;freep.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;I've done my part, pray for Japan. I don't think I need to further elaborate because if you guys have been on my blog for the past few hours, you would have known how hectic I am on twitter about this crisis. Yes, although my country isn't in the list of possible-tsunami-attacks, it still scares me that while I'm here on Facebook, families are being torn apart but this tsunami. I just really makes me feel something for them. Maybe it's because I've been watching the news too much or I've been on tweetdeck too long. Enough enough, I should be glad that nothing has occured in Singapore yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I typed out my URL on the address tab &amp;amp; was taken aback when I realized that I haven't been blogging for a whole week. How did that happen? Okay well, here I am. I've been so busy with school lately it's hard to squeeze time for blogging, but here I am! Should I elaborate on Tuesday all the way 'til Friday? Nah I don't think I even have the energy to. Maybe I'll just elaborate on Friday since it marks the end of term 1. Wow, a whole term gone just like that. Does 'N' Levels seem more real to you now Amirul?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I came a tad late for school today but managed to rush myself to the hall without having to stand outside. The usual debrief was given by Mr Lee &amp;amp; off we went for our lessons. We did filing for mother tongue which was annoying because I didn't have half the papers I should have. Who knew I was absent on quite a number of days. 7, to be exact. PE wasn't so torturous. We had to do 6 rounds around the track, 7 for the ones who assembled late &amp;amp; 8 for Kai Lun who refused to wear his proper PE attire. I did 6 &amp;amp; found it surprisingly refreshing. I didn't feel exhausted. I swear I felt like doing 8 but realized it was going to be recess soon &amp;amp; I wasn't going to pass out on food. CT period was...err..what was it about again? Project Cabin was fun. Apprently now I'm part of the group that's gonna to hold an event on Captain's Ball. After school, dad came &amp;amp; fetched me for our Friday prayers. We fetched brother at his school too where he shocked us both by showing us his term 1 report card. 3 friggin' A1's. How the hell did he do it, I do not know. Sigh. After prayers, we went back to my school where my dad &amp;amp; AJ had a parent-teachers-conference. I didn't do that badly. I only had 2 U grades when I usually get like 4? Psht. Progress bitchl. I flunked maths &amp;amp; humanities! So much for thinking I did well. He took us home afterwards after buying for us McDonalds for lunch. Hell yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's finally the March Holidays but I have extra classes next week; Monday &amp;amp; Tuesday. Oh well. I guess I have to endure if I want to score well for my N Levels. No wait, too far. Prelim 1. Gotta start working hard, &amp;amp; on top of that, I have to start revising on the sec 3 work. Now that I've looked at the number of topics I'm required to learn, I've realized I should've started last year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna sign off now. Goodnight!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2739793975669037815-2888307860205068580?l=dustbin-face.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2739793975669037815/posts/default/2888307860205068580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2739793975669037815/posts/default/2888307860205068580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dustbin-face.blogspot.com/2011/03/pray.html' title='Pray'/><author><name>AF</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2739793975669037815.post-7593343673199891468</id><published>2011-03-07T22:34:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-07T23:02:44.056+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Everlasting Love~</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dear grandma, it's okay for someone to cry. You do not have to know everything so stop nosing yourself into everyone's business because there are some things that are best to keep private. We do not have to tell every single thing that's going on in our lives, to you&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me start off properly, HEY BITCHES! I've been so distant from blogspot. Sorry about that. Everything is just so hectic these days with the stack of homework given every day &amp;amp; the number of great shows to catch on the telly. Seems impossible sometimes to squeeze blogspot into my planner. Not that I have one or anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do not think there is a need to travel all the way back to Friday just for another boring elaboration. Agreed? How about I just tell you guys that I fell really ill to the point that I literally collapsed? Fair enough? Okay so during the weekends, Ari(Cik Nani's one year old boy), came over to our house for a sleep over. Abang Iwan dropped him off at our house around noon on Saturday. Oh before I forget, that dude has a car now. Heh, funny. Feels like afew days ago he was still only afew years apart from me. Anyway, back to Ari. He was so...energetic. At midnight, he was still running around the house. Imagine that. Aunt brought him out on Sunday which gave me a good 4 hours of free time to do my art, &amp;amp; I did. Now I'm done with board 2. Smiling widely inside. Hehe. So anyway, when Ari came back, he fell asleep in my sister's arms &amp;amp; when he woke up, his brother had arrived to fetch him home. He cried when he was buckled up in the car. He stretched his hands out to grab my mums wrist. Who knew he was THAT attached to us. I guess my family really knows how to handle babies. Especially mum! I guess having 3 kids really gives you an advantage of taking care of babies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the whole Ari-weekend was over, my sisters realized that they weren't ready for motherhood. A sigh of relief. Now I don't have to worry about either of them getting pregnant anytime soon. A big thanks to Ari then! Thank you for being an energetic little demon(in a good way).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here I am, on a Monday night. In case you are wondering why I'm still up this late, it is because my school is having E-Learning Day tomorrow. It's a day where everyone in the school is not required to attend school, instead we are to log into our school's website &amp;amp; complete our work there. The work is done up by our teachers, all they do is post it on the school's web &amp;amp; we are to do them. Simple as that. I doubt I'm doing any of it tomorrow though, cause I am a badass like that yo'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I rather not elaborate on school today. Nothing out of the ordinary happened. Only that I was ecstatic to see my friends again after being away from them for 3 days. I know I didn't seem that excited, but inside I was jumping up &amp;amp; down. Okay shut up. I'm off to.......of course not bed. I'm off to carry on surfing the net. Goodnight lovelies!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2739793975669037815-7593343673199891468?l=dustbin-face.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2739793975669037815/posts/default/7593343673199891468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2739793975669037815/posts/default/7593343673199891468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dustbin-face.blogspot.com/2011/03/dear-grandma-its-okay-for-someone-to.html' title='Everlasting Love~'/><author><name>AF</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2739793975669037815.post-8137805260688451371</id><published>2011-03-03T21:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-03T21:22:19.938+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bow Chicka Wow Wow</title><content type='html'>Deleting a thousand received messages from your phone really takes an eternity. I clicked mark &amp;amp; delete all at 8pm, look what time it is now? Psht. Oh well, at least I have blogspot to keep me entertained.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's Thursday night &amp;amp; there's only one thing I'm looking forward to. It's fucking Friday tomorrow which means the weekends are just around the corner. After that, the last week of school before we go off for our March holidays. Oh wait, the Graduating Batch don't have holidays. Bleagh. I like to type 'Graduating Batch' in capital letters. It makes me sound, &amp;amp; look, grand. We are grand bitches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wasn't able to update last night because Dell's charger's fuse blew so we had to find an alternative since to buy a new charger cost like $100+. Using the HP laptop's charger instead. Thank god there's an alternative or else I don't know what I would've done without the laptop. Hehe. Clearly my life revolves around this piece of electronic. I like surfing the net &amp;amp; without it I think I might just die. Sue me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School was fine today. I found out I got full marks for the recent Chemistry quiz which was a total shock for me because I learned everything in the last 2 minutes before the quiz. Hahaha. Maybe the answers were still fresh in my mind which explains why I was able to score 15/15. I wasn't the only one of course. There were others, but there were more failures than passes. Oh wait, few failed, the rest just didn't score full marks. Gah I'm so excited over this because it's rare that I can get full marks for a chemistry quiz, &amp;amp; to top of off, I also aced last week's physics test. I'm on fire baby, FIRE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After school, I contemplated going to CDP because I wasn't in the mood to draw hentai comics. Hehehe. Decided to head home. It was raining cats &amp;amp; dogs. I wish I had brought my umbrella today because I came home drenched. I think that was karma for not going to CDP. Bleagh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Excited for this weekend mainly for 2 reasons.&lt;br /&gt;1. Ari sleeping over. Finally a 1 year old to play with. Gonna shove him around.&lt;br /&gt;2. ArtArtArt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2739793975669037815-8137805260688451371?l=dustbin-face.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2739793975669037815/posts/default/8137805260688451371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2739793975669037815/posts/default/8137805260688451371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dustbin-face.blogspot.com/2011/03/bow-chicka-wow-wow.html' title='Bow Chicka Wow Wow'/><author><name>AF</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2739793975669037815.post-7172386852438873277</id><published>2011-03-01T21:46:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-01T22:52:51.668+08:00</updated><title type='text'>No use for a title, you guys don't care.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Empathy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;-&lt;em&gt;Sensitivity to another's feelings as if they were one's own&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clearly my class doesn't deserve the title '4 Empathy' after how they've been treating Miss Chee lately. Oh well. We didn't ask for the word empathy. You can't force it on us, sorry. I was doing my english vocab word bank when I came across this word &amp;amp; decided to find the meaning. Bleagh. I feel bad for Chee now. Does that mean I have empathy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's 1039pm right now &amp;amp; I'm exhausted as hell. Though I'm not really sure what I did today. Maybe playing badminton with Syafeeq during PE lesson earlier took up all my energy. Fuck, that is a complete lie. We only played for like 20 minutes. What could it be then? Maybe because I arrived home at 630pm after following Jules &amp;amp; A to Popular Bookstore because Jules wanted to get a daily planner &amp;amp; new stationeries? Or maybe it was that torture bus ride without an aircon. Maybe it was everything. I'm just tired &amp;amp; only half the week has gone by...or is going to go by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Earlier, I was searching for the newer songs of Glee on 4shared but didn't find anything. I tried waiting for Asyari to go online to he could help me convert YouTube videos to MP3 but he didn't appear, so I took matters into my own hands. I simpled typed "How to convert youtube videos into MP3 songs" on google &amp;amp; there appeared a link that will convert for you. How easy. I didn't even need to download anything. Not a software or a converter, nothing. After it converted for me, it simply asked me to download the song. Now I have like 20+++ Glee covers in my handphone. Oh yeah. Imma draaaaaag the bus ride to school tomorrow morning JUST to listen to Glee songs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad MIGHT be giving me a ride to school tomorrow but after downloading a whole lot of Glee songs, I don't want that ride anymore. Hehhe. I hope he doesn't kill me when I reject his offer in the morning when he's already downstairs. I guess I'm gonna go to bed now. I've yet to complete the one question on maths, pack my schoolbag, look for my uniform &amp;amp; a new pair of socks. Goodnight lovelies!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh &amp;amp; btw, using a guy to make someone jealous is wrong, true, but if you look at it from a different angle, it means the girl cares enough to make you jealous. Oh &amp;amp; BTW again; it shows 946pm because I saved this post as a draft earlier because I wasn't sure if I wanted to post it yet. Hehehe. It's 1052 now. Okay Okay goodnight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2739793975669037815-7172386852438873277?l=dustbin-face.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2739793975669037815/posts/default/7172386852438873277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2739793975669037815/posts/default/7172386852438873277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dustbin-face.blogspot.com/2011/03/busy-busy-busy.html' title='No use for a title, you guys don&apos;t care.'/><author><name>AF</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2739793975669037815.post-3957452954917646174</id><published>2011-02-28T20:48:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-28T21:12:20.518+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sex Appeal.</title><content type='html'>I'd like to lie &amp;amp; say that I had a rough Monday, but even I can't raise that argument. My Monday rocked. Honestly I don't know what made it rock, but usually I'll end up exhausted when I arrive home after school but today I wasn't. Hell I even had the energy to play soccer with my younger brother &amp;amp; jog on the trackmile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should elaborate on school.&lt;br /&gt;I took my time in the morning by eating a proper breakfast &amp;amp; drinking a cup of coffee. I didn't feel like rushing to the bus stop to catch the 645am bus, so I walked slowly instead but when I was a few yards from the bus stop, the bus was about to arrive, so the moment I reached the bus stop, the bus stopped too. Perfect. I missed two 840's because some students refused to move to the back of the bus. Psht. I was forced to wait for the 3rd one but it didn't matter. I wasn't late. After the flag raising ceremony, we had level meetings. I dreaded it because I thought it was going to be boring but I was wrong. The principal stepped up &amp;amp; talked to us, the Graduating Batch. She was hilarious. It's a big deal because most principals like to stay professional but she wasn't. English was okay, simply okay. Social Studies was annoying only because Foong was a bloody whore. Chemistry was confusing. I need help now. Bleagh. During MT, Mr Omar was angry with us for some reason. Maybe his Monday wasn't going as smoothly as was mine. Foong took up our free period by making us do social studies work. Can I get a 'what the fuck bitch'? After school, I left with Jules, A &amp;amp; Helmi. We went to Northpoint because Jules wanted to buy some food at the foodcourt. I boarded my bus alone. Someone made my day there. I can't explain it but the feeling of getting a goodbye wave by an almost-stranger-schoolmate is wonderful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just ended Glee episode 14(The Rachel Berry House Party Trainwreck Extravaganza). IT'S MY FAVORITE EPISODE YET. Blaine &amp;amp; Rachel's duet was awesome, Blame It On Alcohol performance was great too! I love seeing the glee cast(especially Brittany) in leather. My favorite performance was TikTok. Brittany is absolutely amazing when she dances. Oh &amp;amp; another highlight, Sam &amp;amp; Brittany's kiss was hot...really hot, &amp;amp; after their spin-the-bottle kiss, the way Sam looked at Brittany sent shivers down my spine. Oh yeah. A new ship I think? Again, &lt;strong&gt;favorite episode so far&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope my Tuesday will be as smooth as today.&lt;br /&gt;Excited to watch Gossip Girl &amp;amp; The Vampire Diaries tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye for now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2739793975669037815-3957452954917646174?l=dustbin-face.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2739793975669037815/posts/default/3957452954917646174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2739793975669037815/posts/default/3957452954917646174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dustbin-face.blogspot.com/2011/02/sex-appeal.html' title='Sex Appeal.'/><author><name>AF</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2739793975669037815.post-431306901676165588</id><published>2011-02-27T00:10:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-27T00:40:13.385+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Acey Breaky Heart.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Can you be sincere but expect an acknowledgement at the same time?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Saturday was spent outdoors. From one mall to another. As y'all might know from reading my previous post, my relatives held a little gethering today at Cik Nani's new house, a private property. Whoop. Okay fine, it's not her's, she only rented it, but still! Aunt wanted to get a birthday cake to celebrate all the February babies, so being the only guy in this house apart from my younger brother, I had to come along to carry all the things they bought, which included heels &amp;amp; bra. We went to Tampines 1 since Cik Nani's house was at Simei. I've been so busy, &amp;amp; not having a life, for so long I did not know how rockin' the malls at Tampines were. Oh yeah baby. I will be going to often especially now that I know there's something I really, REALLY want over there. A slipper. I prefer the term flip-flop, but they're still slippers..&amp;amp; they're gorgeous. Dad, if you're reading this, which I highly doubt, I want 'em. So anyway, we circled every level twice which was extrememly tiring. I didn't complain much because I loved what I was wearing. Yes, when I don't feel comfortable with my outfit, I'll give out an attitude. After going everywhere, we lost trac of time &amp;amp; before we knew it, it was already 5pm &amp;amp; we were supposed to be there by 6pm. We didn't even know how to get there. What do you do when you're unsure of the route to a destination? Hop into a cab &amp;amp; pray the taxi driver doesn't cheat you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had some trouble looking for the house because all the numbers were everywhere. We ran in circles, well...I did. Finally, after a near half an hour, we found it. It was right behind the spot where the taxi dropped us off. Bleagh. Waited for everyone to arrive before breakin' out the old barbeque pit. I'm too tired to elaborate on every single minute of the whole semi-party, but to summaries, I had a blast. This was really what I needed, a distraction. We called the taxi company and asked for a MaxiCab(a 7 seater cab) to pick us up at 10pm. It arrived 15 minutes earlier. Bid goodbyes to all the aunts &amp;amp; uncles &amp;amp; cousins before sliding into that huge taxi. I was told to seat up front with the taxi driver, which was so spacious I felt sorry that the rest were squeezing behind. Oh well, too bad for you guys. Arrived back in yishun, safe &amp;amp; sound, at 10.30pm. I'm beat but I'm here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's Sunday tomorrow. Seriously where did my weekends go? Saturday is over, which means I'm left with a day to unwind, finish my art, my homeworks &amp;amp; everything. Should've planned my time wisely. I need a weekly planner. I'm excited to work on my Social Studies essay. No idea why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I'll end off here. How about with a quote?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A distraction only takes you away from reality for a second or two. Head held high, focus &amp;amp; deal with the situation.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2739793975669037815-431306901676165588?l=dustbin-face.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2739793975669037815/posts/default/431306901676165588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2739793975669037815/posts/default/431306901676165588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dustbin-face.blogspot.com/2011/02/acey-breaky-heart.html' title='Acey Breaky Heart.'/><author><name>AF</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2739793975669037815.post-1272460715338136611</id><published>2011-02-25T23:40:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-26T00:11:47.571+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Talking To The Moon.</title><content type='html'>The song 'Only Exception' has been replaying in my head. Maybe it's because it was the only song I listened to today. I kinda have a thing for Hayley Williams. Honestly tell me who doesn't? She's one fine mama with fiery red hair. What more could you ask for?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's gonna be midnight soon &amp;amp; as usual, around this hour, my stomach would be grumbling for food but I have to bear with it. Like I've said in my many many post, snacks after midnight equals to double the weight. Shut up stomach. Don't you wanna flatten down? Work with me here tummy, god.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, as an attempt to ignore my starving stomach, I'll elaborate on school mainly because it was the only thing I did for the past week, school. Friday was a short day. I enjoyed every minute of it despite having this little voice at the back of my head saying, "Why are you smiling?" I've been trying to push all my personal problems aside because frankly I have no time to sob &amp;amp; sob &amp;amp; sob. Sidetracked, right so mother tongue was an absolute bore. PE was interesting though AJ's mood today was down hill, like mine in a way. We had a Physics test after recess which in no doubt I know I've flunked. Just give me my usual big egg &amp;amp; be done with it. CCA period was enjoyable. Project Cabin is the exact cca I've been looking for for the past 3 years of my life in Northbrooks. Relaxed, no stupid marching, no tech stuff. All I did today was sat in the canteen, went back to the air conditioned room &amp;amp; played UNO Stacko with the fellow lodges. Oh yeah baby. After school, I followed Ahmad to the MacLab. I don't know what he did but when I was there, I found out somebody hacked into my facebook account. Seriously why bother? I hardly use that damn account. Idiots. Headed home alone since I felt bored in school after awhile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been trying to download all the newer episodes of Glee, Gossip Girl &amp;amp; The Vampire Diaries, but for some reason none of it is loading in the player. Scratching my head here. Maybe I'll just give it a day or two. I bet the episodes was just updated into the website which explains why there are still faults. Oh well. What are you gonna do right? Sue an illegal website? Psht.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My relatives are having a little get-together tomorrow at Cik Nani's house in Simei. I've been dreading it all week but when there's a chance to dress up, I'm all down baby. Except the fact that mum's facing a little life crisis right now so I don't know how she'll feel when she goes there tomorrow. Blah. I hate it when she feels sorry about her life &amp;amp; compares it with others. You should be thankful that you even have food to eat mum. You should be thankful that you're not at chirstchurch for instance. I'm exhausted trying to put sense into her brain. It's exhausting okay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before anything tomorrow, I'll be sure to watch 'The Tourist'. Aunt has been bugging me to search for it online since January. Now I've finally found it &amp;amp; everyone wants to watch. I don't hear Thank Yous? Should I continue with my elaboration on school or just end it here. I hear you, end it here. One last paragraph!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm dying to watch 'Beastly' &amp;amp; 'I Am Number Four'. Beastly is a modern-day Beauty &amp;amp; The Beast. I have to fucking catch it frankly because Alex Pettyfer is the male lead. I don't have a reason for wanting to catch I Am Number Four. Maybe because Dianna Agron &amp;amp; Alex Pettyfer are the lead roles?! C'mon people, get your head out of your ass. A line I learned from the ever so famous Barney Stinson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sent a personal message to A through msn earlier but she's not replying. Oh well. Guess I'm hitting the sack early on a Friday night. &lt;em&gt;Goodbye lovelies.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2739793975669037815-1272460715338136611?l=dustbin-face.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2739793975669037815/posts/default/1272460715338136611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2739793975669037815/posts/default/1272460715338136611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dustbin-face.blogspot.com/2011/02/talking-to-moon.html' title='Talking To The Moon.'/><author><name>AF</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2739793975669037815.post-8602043249656166730</id><published>2011-02-24T19:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-24T20:07:48.288+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Because Of You.</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;Count all the small things that you have.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;As long as you have food on the table, you're one lucky son of a bitch.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've lost my momentum to post, but hey, you guys have probably been waiting for me to update this site right? Alright here we go!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;School was a damn drag. Psht, it's Thursday. Of course it's a drag. I was totally unaware that we had 2 test today. I came unprepared, clueless &amp;amp; simply blur. Social Studies test was a complete mess. I had no idea how to elaborate on 'Common Space'. The answer finally hit me at the last 5 minutes of the test. I wrote so fast my hand cramped up right after. I had no time to study for geography because during our free period, I had a one-on-one maths lesson with AJ. After her hour long teaching, the only thing in my head was mathsmathsmaths. Thanks again 'cher. Rushed to the next class which was geography. I think Foong knew that nobody knew there was going to be a test today, so she gave us 5 minutes for a last minute study. Now I think I aced it. Booyeah. CDP flew by. Maybe because Bryan made me laugh throughout the lesson. I payed little attention to the instructor which angered him a bit. Oh well. Learn some english &amp;amp; maybe then I'll pay attention.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I won't elaborate what happened in the canteen after school frankly because I have no idea why would you even want to ____ in school. Still confused. Boarded the bus with Jules, A &amp;amp; Helmi. The rain poured down the whole time we were in the bus. I was freezing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's Friday tomorrow - FINALLY.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Goodbye.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2739793975669037815-8602043249656166730?l=dustbin-face.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2739793975669037815/posts/default/8602043249656166730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2739793975669037815/posts/default/8602043249656166730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dustbin-face.blogspot.com/2011/02/because-of-you.html' title='Because Of You.'/><author><name>AF</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2739793975669037815.post-8198152039670676547</id><published>2011-02-23T18:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-23T18:25:17.497+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Come Down With Love.</title><content type='html'>An early start on the laptop today. God, my calves are killing me. I've been meaning to go to the doctors but I can't make time anymore. Blame it all on school. Honestly I shouldn't be here. I have to finish painting my sketches, I have to..err..study for a physics test this coming Friday. Bleagh. School's been so tiring these days it's no wonder Remy told me I looked like I lost some weight. &lt;em&gt;As if&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, as y'all know, I gave school a miss yesterday because of being too exhausted. Okay that's a lie. I slept at 430am when I have to be awake for schoolat 6am. My bad. Aj went all bonkers early about attendance. Hello! This is my first time being absent without an MC. Apparently the new principal's rule is that if we are absent for 3 days, doesn't matter if it's consecutive days of not, without a valid medical certificate, they'll expel us from the school. Seems abit too strict don't you think? I mean what if the person's really ill but can't afford to pay for a doctor? Umph.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My siblings are inside watching How I Met Your Mother on Anus, I mean Asus. That's about it I guess? Bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2739793975669037815-8198152039670676547?l=dustbin-face.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2739793975669037815/posts/default/8198152039670676547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2739793975669037815/posts/default/8198152039670676547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dustbin-face.blogspot.com/2011/02/come-down-with-love.html' title='Come Down With Love.'/><author><name>AF</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2739793975669037815.post-2234927347672556506</id><published>2011-02-22T13:49:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-22T13:54:24.530+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;div style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;You are a right brain dominant student!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;You probably get bored during long lectures and prefer to take classes with a lot of freedom of movement and thought. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;div style="display: inline !important; "&gt;You like to write stories and even tell stories about your funny experiences. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;div style="display: inline !important; "&gt;You might be a little suspicious of other people's motives sometimes, but that's only because you can usually tell whenever someone is lying or when they're up to no good. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;div style="display: inline !important; "&gt;You are a little on the dreamy side--or a lot. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;div style="display: inline !important; "&gt;You plan books or movie plots but you don't always follow through on things you think about.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;div style="display: inline !important; "&gt;You should work on that. You are fun and spontaneous, and probably active in sports or clubs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;div style="display: inline !important; "&gt;Your feelings run deep, and it shows. You have strong instincts, and you solve problems on hunches and feelings. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;div style="display: inline !important; "&gt;You are artistic in some way. 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Psht. All this time I thought I was a left one because I'm all organized &amp;amp; solve questions based on facts. Oh well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2739793975669037815-2234927347672556506?l=dustbin-face.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2739793975669037815/posts/default/2234927347672556506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2739793975669037815/posts/default/2234927347672556506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dustbin-face.blogspot.com/2011/02/you-are-right-brain-dominant-student.html' title=''/><author><name>AF</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2739793975669037815.post-2642123812496364533</id><published>2011-02-21T17:58:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-21T18:18:05.478+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chosen One. Did you even choose?</title><content type='html'>I had a great Monday. Liar! Who in the world enjoys Mondays. Oh I know! I know! People who don't work or have dropped out from school or senior citizens. I wish I was them. Thank god dad was on his way to work in the morning, so instead of taking 2 buses to school, I was given a ride. I enjoyed watching music videos of Shakira on dad's new touch screen dvd player. Hell yes now his car is waaaaaaaay cooler than before. I'm expecting more lifts to school, dad.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So anyway, I'm pretty sure there's something wrong with my right calves. It might be because I didn't stretch enough before doing suicide running last Friday, but normally even if I don't stretch, I'll feel better in like 2 days. Why is this one taking such a long time to go back to normal? I can't even run properly &amp;amp; when I lie down, it hurts. Haveta make a trip to the doctor soon, real soon. Tomorrow maybe? Hehe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Let me elaborate on school then, since I have absolutely nothing to blog about anymore. Psht. Dad gave me a lift to school &amp;amp; I arrived 5 minutes before 7am. That's like super early! I had nothing to do so I took out the book sister recommended me to read; &lt;i&gt;The Curious Case of&lt;/i&gt;....err something about a dog who was murdered, &amp;amp; this boy, who has asperger syndrome, goes out of his way to find out who's the killer even though his whole town suspected that it was him. It's good &amp;amp; all because the boy writes the story. Anyway, when I was about to touch on the 4th chapter, Helmi came &amp;amp; asked me to accompany him downstairs. I ate red bean bun. Delicious please. Had a talk from Halogen Foundations. Not looking forward to the next 2 sessions. Pfft. Get Adam Khoo again &amp;amp; I might consider. Lesson after lesson. Boring. For those who dropped literature, our last period was mother tongue. I'm not really enjoying it anymore. Sure, at first I liked how the teacher was so relaxed, but now all the assignments he's giving us is the same; News Paper Summary. Bleagh. Sick of it. After lunch was free period &amp;amp; I tried to finish up on the chemistry homework but lost interest after a few minutes &amp;amp; instead watched as Kai Ye &amp;amp; some of the other boys play floorball with a balled up news paper. Lesson ended &amp;amp; I was just about to leave school when I bumped into Faiz &amp;amp; decided to stay for a bit. Went to the field &amp;amp; watch them play soccer. Clock striked 4pm &amp;amp; we left for the canteen. Waited for everyone before making our move at 5pm. Now I'm home &amp;amp; it's 6.15pm. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I should really be doing my art right now. I hear if we do not hand in our art work, Lim isn't the one who's gonna punish us. It's Gan. A little more strict but whatever. I'm done with my sketches, I just left out the painting part. I have a valid reason for not doing so! I can't find my paint &amp;amp; I'm not gonna waste my money on something I know is somewhere around the house. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How I Met Your Mother is tonight. Something to look forward to. Goodbye everyone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2739793975669037815-2642123812496364533?l=dustbin-face.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2739793975669037815/posts/default/2642123812496364533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2739793975669037815/posts/default/2642123812496364533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dustbin-face.blogspot.com/2011/02/chose-one-did-you-choose.html' title='Chosen One. Did you even choose?'/><author><name>AF</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2739793975669037815.post-765875323323324454</id><published>2011-02-20T03:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-20T03:14:40.170+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Taking It For Granted, Taking You.</title><content type='html'>It's 3am already &amp;amp; I'm still here on the internet. My stomach is grumbling for food but someone once told me that midnight snacks makes you gain twice as much weight. That phrase has been ringing in my head &amp;amp; whenever it's midnight or past it, I wouldn't dare step foot into the kitchen. The only people who are keeping me company right now are the  adults right across my block playing 'mahjong'. I hear them rumbling with those little blocks. When they end their game, I'll give up the laptop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After searching for new episodes of Glee for about an hour, I finally found them &amp;amp; watched 3 new episodes. I'd like to give a review about it but I do that on Tumblr. Blogspot is more about me. But whatever, maybe I'll just give the highlights. Rechel &amp;amp; Puck's Need You Now duet was by far my favorite performance. I can't believe Sam &amp;amp; Quinn are over. Starting to get really fucking annoyed with Finn. I loved the thriller performance. Sue's a drag bitch, as usual. Sam, Quinn &amp;amp; Fin's love triangle kinda reminds me of something similar that has been resolved recently. I need to tell A about it no doubt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My art sheets are lying there, colourless. I can't find my paint. I planned to made a trip to Popular earlier but my lazy ass wouldn't leave the house. So much for getting at least a 75% on this sketch board. Psht. Where's your effort Amirul? God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than Glee, I finally had time to watch the latest episode of Gossip Girl &amp;amp; after the show ended, I so baldy wanted Blair &amp;amp; Dan to get together. I hope they will. No wait, I know they will. Blame it all of the spoilers. While searching for the newer episodes of Glee, I stumbled upon a whole series of Queer As Folk &amp;amp; was about to download everything when I realized it was season 3. I tried looking for the first season but to no avail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm seriously hungry. Screw the double weight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Goodnight.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2739793975669037815-765875323323324454?l=dustbin-face.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2739793975669037815/posts/default/765875323323324454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2739793975669037815/posts/default/765875323323324454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dustbin-face.blogspot.com/2011/02/taking-it-for-granted-taking-you.html' title='Taking It For Granted, Taking You.'/><author><name>AF</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2739793975669037815.post-2189992748918947088</id><published>2011-02-19T16:18:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-19T16:40:43.722+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Scotty McCreery; Your Man.</title><content type='html'>I'm using Anus, sorry I mean Asus, to blog right now. I don't really have a specific motive to blog, I just feel like typing on Anus, again sorry, Asus. Chewing gum &amp;amp; reflecting my actions. If I had done the right thing, then why do I feel all icky inside? I guess that's how it is. Doing the right thing doesn't necessarily mean you'll feel good afterwards. Maybe in time this guilt will go away, but for now I'll just bare with it. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's such a warm day even though the rain just stopped like 15 minutes ago. I don't plan on going anywhere, not that I even have plans. Is there a movie on the small screen tonight? Good ones please. I'm sweating so much right now. Yuck.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Earlier on, I watched Burlesque with the family. I was all excited to see Dianna Agron but was irritated that they gave an uprising star such a small part to play. I mean, I would've liked to see her as one of the dancers, or maybe a waitress. I hate that her scene was only mere seconds. And to think I waited an hour just to see her. Steven Antin made a spectacular movie, sure, but he should have made Dianna's scene longer, or make her appear more than once. C'mon now, she's from Glee, one of the highest ranked tv shows around the world?! Psht.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Met dad for lunch just now. I didn't have anything because I was craving for prata but they weren't selling at the time, so me &amp;amp; brother had 'bandung' &amp;amp; watched dad enjoy his dish. Oh &amp;amp; apparently before he came to fetch us for lunch, he went to modify his car &amp;amp; came back with a touch-screen dvd player installed. He did some other things too but I was too mesmerized by that thing I forgot what else did he do. Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My gum has lost its taste. Goodbye.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2739793975669037815-2189992748918947088?l=dustbin-face.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2739793975669037815/posts/default/2189992748918947088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2739793975669037815/posts/default/2189992748918947088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dustbin-face.blogspot.com/2011/02/scotty-mccreery-your-man.html' title='Scotty McCreery; Your Man.'/><author><name>AF</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2739793975669037815.post-550149275364097678</id><published>2011-02-18T23:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-18T23:41:24.484+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rough Week.</title><content type='html'>Trying to pay attention in class. Trying to arrive home before 6pm everyday. Trying to complete the stack of homework given every single day.Trying to put up with the new principal. Trying not to be a late comer. Trying to feel more energetic. Trying to put all my problems at the back of my mind. Trying to keep out of conflicts. Trying to ignore every insult someone throws at me. Trying to keep secrets. Trying to ace every single test, &amp;amp; with all that, a little voice inside my heard keeps whispering; &lt;em&gt;'N' Levels.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's Friday today, which means weekends are tomorrow. Hallelujah, but I'll be focusing more on art for the next 2 days. If I can find my brushes &amp;amp; paint that is. Procrastination's gonna get me in trouble with Gan. I don't know why must she bother with the art students. Please just stick to cooking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maths has been like a never ending maze for me. I'm sneaking a peek at everyone's notes but I still cannot master chapter 2. Hell I've totally forgotten chapter 1! I seriously need to buck up. I don't wanna drop another band. Apart from listening attentively in class, I need to do some self studying at home too. I can't expect to master the topic just by copying notes. If I'm not gonna practice on anything, then why did I even bother buying the Ten Year Series? God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I guess I'll elaborate on today. In the morning, I was sitting at the bus stop, dreading to go to school, when I received a phone call from dad. I immediately got excited &amp;amp; clicked the green, answer button like 3 times. He offered a ride to school &amp;amp; I accepted almost immediately. He drove at ultra speed, it seemed, trying to catch every single green light &amp;amp; I was holding on to my seat. I guess I needed the adrenaline rush especially since it was still at the crack of dawn. I arrived at school 5 minutes before 7am. Decided to do a little bit of last minute studying, but when I got stuck at the third question, I gave up completely &amp;amp; prayed I won't fail the test. I underestimated suicide running during PE. It was complete torture &amp;amp; I ended up puking my lungs out in the boys bathroom right after the period was over. Lost my appetite during recess. I think the Maths test which was right after recess was manageable. I don't know if I'll past but I think I did quite well. I shouldn't really say that. I might have jinxed it. CCA period was fun. I'm finally a part of Project Cabin &amp;amp; far away from Infocom. Oh yeah. When school ended, I had a long talk with Bull before heading home by myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been tweeting lyrics to express myself because apparently speaking your mind makes you the bad guy. Did I say too much?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna go massage my feet because thanks to the stupid suicide run, it's been cramping up. Goodnight all&lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2739793975669037815-550149275364097678?l=dustbin-face.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2739793975669037815/posts/default/550149275364097678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2739793975669037815/posts/default/550149275364097678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dustbin-face.blogspot.com/2011/02/rough-week_18.html' title='Rough Week.'/><author><name>AF</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2739793975669037815.post-1365788344915674126</id><published>2011-02-18T14:37:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-18T14:58:24.070+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I don't want to add more kerosene into the fire,&lt;br /&gt;I'm just gonna watch as it burns you to hell.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2739793975669037815-1365788344915674126?l=dustbin-face.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2739793975669037815/posts/default/1365788344915674126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2739793975669037815/posts/default/1365788344915674126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dustbin-face.blogspot.com/2011/02/rough-week.html' title=''/><author><name>AF</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2739793975669037815.post-177081396677886611</id><published>2011-02-17T20:48:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-17T21:53:22.073+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Trying to swallow back my words so I won't start a fire, but it's eating me alive not being able to speak my mind. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2739793975669037815-177081396677886611?l=dustbin-face.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2739793975669037815/posts/default/177081396677886611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2739793975669037815/posts/default/177081396677886611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dustbin-face.blogspot.com/2011/02/again-im-left-wondering-why-i-rather.html' title=''/><author><name>AF</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2739793975669037815.post-1347582954915085088</id><published>2011-02-14T20:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-14T21:30:12.466+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;I hate Valentines Day. It's the one day that reminds me of how alone I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Fuck you Amirul. You do not feel this way. You have great friends &amp;amp; an awesome family. You don't need some skunk bag to make your life complete. Hell, your life is complete, &amp;amp; to top it all off; &lt;strong&gt;You Are Awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;So how is everyone today? It's Monday &amp;amp; I bet you guys are feeling as blue as the pacific ocean. What the fuck? That didn't even make sense. You're not good with synonyms Amirul, face it. Okay let me try one more time; It's Monday &amp;amp; I bet you guys are jumping up &amp;amp; down because there is only 4 more weekdays left. No? Of course not! It's just the beginning of the week yo'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think I'm gonna elaborate on school tonight. If I keep making my posts about school, then I might as well make this a school blog or a blog for school. Rubbish. Then again, I'm a 16 year old kid. My life is school. I mean, I spent 5 days a week there. That's approximately 260 days in school. Pretty much seems like life to me. Alright, so the next fucker who tells me I have no life, I'll go, "Bitch, do the math. School is my life."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister recently got her laptop, an Asus.....err something. Hey, now that I've typed the brand out, it looks like Anus to me. Hahahaha! Okay, so you're typing on an Anus sister, an Anus! Earlier, I used it to check A New Leaf for any new tags &amp;amp; that bitch went on &amp;amp; bookmark this page, so sister dearest if you're reading this, WHAT'S UP KIM?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't even know why I'm here trying to make my english sound superb when the Grammy's are on. Psht. I recorded it so I can watch it tomorrow. Oh no, that won't work. There's Parenthood &amp;amp; Glee tomorrow. Oh well, I'll make time. Speaking of making time, I didn't exercise today O: That won't do! I swore to myself that I won't miss a day of exercising. I'm wrapping my head around 'typing is exercising my fingers'. Tomorrow, I WILL EXERCISE double. See what I did there? Hehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's Tuesday tomorrow &amp;amp; I'm not looking forward to it. We're ending at 4pm which sucks! There's Physics tomorrow &amp;amp; I'm pretty sure there's a test. Why the fuck are you here then? Baby you know why I'm here. I don't wanna end up with a dead blog like &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Inhale.Exhale&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp; &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Beautiful-Imp&lt;/span&gt;. On a brighter note, Foong, my geography teacher, will be away for a whole week. Oh yeah baby! Which means there's an hour of free period. I seriously need to stop wishing my teachers would be absent. I need them more than ever now! 'N' Levels, remember that little sweeatheat?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I guess I'm gone. I need an apple. Like that saying goes, &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"An apple a day keeps the doctor away." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Goodnight lovelies!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2739793975669037815-1347582954915085088?l=dustbin-face.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2739793975669037815/posts/default/1347582954915085088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2739793975669037815/posts/default/1347582954915085088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dustbin-face.blogspot.com/2011/02/i-hate-valentines-day.html' title=''/><author><name>AF</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2739793975669037815.post-8725483272855809730</id><published>2011-02-13T21:31:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-13T21:51:56.734+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Complicated.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;I feel my monday blues settling in already. Not a single homework done. Not a single sketch drawn or painted. I'm gonna die tomorrow, I swear. There's Chemistry tomorrow though. Something to look forward it. I don't know what is it about Chemistry these days. AJ is just amazing when she teaches. Maybe there's an actual chemistry with my class &amp;amp; AJ. Hahaha! Okay too lame. Ignore that last sentence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to get a good book to read. Yknow, after reading all the seven books of Harry Potter, it's hard to get back to the real world. I used to enjoy reading teenage love stories, but now it's getting boring. I can't even enjoy a simple book unless it's sci-fi. Hmph. Blame it all on Asyura for introducing me to Harry Potter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I've been exercising for 2 days now. I ran 2.4km yestersay &amp;amp; 2.7km today. I feel healthier already. I need to get back into shape. Correction, I need to get into shape. Since when have I ever been IN shape? Psht. Crutches, sit-ups. I'm doing it all baby. Lets hope I can maintain this lifestyle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Off to bed I guess. Goodnight all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Monday tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Monday tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Monday tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2739793975669037815-8725483272855809730?l=dustbin-face.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2739793975669037815/posts/default/8725483272855809730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2739793975669037815/posts/default/8725483272855809730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dustbin-face.blogspot.com/2011/02/its-complicated.html' title='It&apos;s Complicated.'/><author><name>AF</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2739793975669037815.post-1713925146658063752</id><published>2011-02-12T06:42:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-12T07:17:31.288+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cross-PARK.</title><content type='html'>It's super early on a Saturday morning. Most adults or kids or teenagers are prolly still asleep, like my own family. Psht. I slept at around 9am last night which explains why I'm up this early. I tried going back to sleep but couldn't. So I decided to log in here. Good morning~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, we had cross country yesterday. I don't know why they even call it a cross COUNTRY. I mean, we're just running around in a park. Psht. Whatever. I had planned that I was gonna wear my sport shoes this year because, well it might be my last year here &amp;amp; I wanna be a little 'semangat' but because I'm a follower, not a leader, I decided to wear my ordinary school shoes instead &amp;amp; was pissed when I saw my friends in their Adidas &amp;amp; New Balance shoes. Sigh Amirul, sigh. You're the bloody idiot who planned to wear sport shoes &amp;amp; you came with school shoes. Nice, seriously nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bet I wasn't even in the top 60, let alone top 20. Psht. I hate cross country. Always have, always will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rest of the program was great. Best cheer goes to &lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Kilimanjaro&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp; champion house goes to &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Vinson&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;em&gt;WHAT A SURPRISE&lt;/em&gt;. Psht. But thank god my house wasn't the bottom of the pickle. Elbrus was, which was kinda humiliating for them I guess because they came in first last year, but last this year. Whaaaaat?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me &amp;amp; my friends headed to lunch afterwards at broadway when I specifically asked if we could go to Northpoint's foodcourt. Oh well, I had a great lunch anyhow. Prolly because I was too hungry to care where we were going to have lunch. We were eating at the same food joint as the principal &amp;amp; the vice principal of our school. I tensed up when the vice principal asked me, "Have you ordered?" Hahaha. Not everyday do you hear your own vice principal asking you that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who knows what I have planned for Saturday. Goodbye!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2739793975669037815-1713925146658063752?l=dustbin-face.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2739793975669037815/posts/default/1713925146658063752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2739793975669037815/posts/default/1713925146658063752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dustbin-face.blogspot.com/2011/02/cross-park.html' title='Cross-PARK.'/><author><name>AF</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2739793975669037815.post-4666171654391695802</id><published>2011-02-09T23:32:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-09T23:51:23.894+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Roll It.</title><content type='html'>[BACKSPACE]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no idea how to start this post. I don't have that momentum to blog actually, but I just feel like typing something out &amp;amp; I don't think typing my name over &amp;amp; over again is very interesting. Let's try it; Amirul Amirul Amirul Amirul Amirul Amirul Amirul Amirul. Oh look at that, I didn't even glance at the keyboard. Progress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it's Wednesday &amp;amp; in half an hour's time, it'll be Thursday. This week kinda flew by. Feels like Monday was just yesterday. Psht. Oh &amp;amp; I didn't blog last night. Sorry about that. I was having too much fun throwing water balloons &amp;amp; eggs at my sister. Why you ask? It's because it was her eighteenth birthday yesterday. Despite not having aunt around this week, we still managed to have a small gathering. By that I mean only my family &amp;amp; her boyfriend. We sang "Happy Birthday To Rosheila Sani" both in english &amp;amp; the malay language. Her cake was absolutely delicious. Vanilla, like a princess. Hahaha! It's an inside joke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realized today that I actually look forward to chemistry. I don't know why. Maybe it's because I can actual understand when AJ teaches. I think I've memorised all the 4 different types of reactions. I hope the coming test will be a breeze for me, &lt;strong&gt;I hope&lt;/strong&gt;. Maths is becoming more &amp;amp; more complicating. I have no idea how to calculate taxation. I think I should move my seat to be right infront of the board instead of at the far right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's with all the 'think' &amp;amp; 'hope'? It should be 'know &amp;amp; 'will happen'. Hahaha. Okay rubbish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a brighter note, I passed my art coursework. 67/100. It's not as high as the foreign students but it's progress for me. I've always been getting border line marks for art yknow. Should start practicing on painting. Like old Lim says, "Shading is not a skill." How demoralising. I'm actually proud of my sketching thank you very much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess that's about it for tonight. I'm off to play myself a game or roiworld. Goodnight all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2739793975669037815-4666171654391695802?l=dustbin-face.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2739793975669037815/posts/default/4666171654391695802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2739793975669037815/posts/default/4666171654391695802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dustbin-face.blogspot.com/2011/02/roll-it.html' title='Roll It.'/><author><name>AF</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
