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Don&apos;t leave me hanging.'/><category term='When will you learn?'/><category term='Miss my close Sec 5 friends..'/><category term='Party Animal'/><category term='4th Brick Boy...And many more to go I think....'/><category term='Stupidity'/><category term='Call yourself a professional and yet you&apos;re so damn rude'/><category term='I know I failed my Os again so I just have to face the consequences... :('/><category term='All the best and good luck'/><category term='Stupid people'/><category term='When will I be able to move on?'/><category term='Guess I have to get used to this after all.'/><title type='text'>My Daily Drug Doses</title><subtitle type='html'>Emotions. Rants. Feelings. Thoughts. Perceptions. Bitching.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://balminaswashere.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6027761437656023845/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://balminaswashere.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6027761437656023845/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>BaLmiNaS DzuLkArNaiN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11248951525265696906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UGWou3BnWts/SLN8xvoJmsI/AAAAAAAAAAM/V7GzXtxl5Ls/S220/me!.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>356</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6027761437656023845.post-4005972891360200388</id><published>2011-04-12T10:27:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-12T10:27:43.484+08:00</updated><title type='text'>formspring.me</title><content type='html'>Shoot. Ask. Fire. Whatever. &lt;a href="http://formspring.me/Balminas" target="_blank"&gt;http://formspring.me/Balminas&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6027761437656023845-4005972891360200388?l=balminaswashere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://balminaswashere.blogspot.com/feeds/4005972891360200388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6027761437656023845&amp;postID=4005972891360200388' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6027761437656023845/posts/default/4005972891360200388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6027761437656023845/posts/default/4005972891360200388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://balminaswashere.blogspot.com/2011/04/formspringme.html' title='formspring.me'/><author><name>BaLmiNaS DzuLkArNaiN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11248951525265696906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UGWou3BnWts/SLN8xvoJmsI/AAAAAAAAAAM/V7GzXtxl5Ls/S220/me!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6027761437656023845.post-8202307092627168923</id><published>2010-11-24T15:57:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-24T15:57:30.504+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Huh? Who is Bal?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="formspringmeText"&gt;Huh? Who is Bal?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="formspringmeFooter"&gt;    Answer &lt;a href="http://4ms.me/h9kBD7"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6027761437656023845-8202307092627168923?l=balminaswashere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://balminaswashere.blogspot.com/feeds/8202307092627168923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6027761437656023845&amp;postID=8202307092627168923' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6027761437656023845/posts/default/8202307092627168923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6027761437656023845/posts/default/8202307092627168923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://balminaswashere.blogspot.com/2010/11/huh-who-is-bal.html' title='Huh? Who is Bal?'/><author><name>BaLmiNaS DzuLkArNaiN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11248951525265696906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UGWou3BnWts/SLN8xvoJmsI/AAAAAAAAAAM/V7GzXtxl5Ls/S220/me!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6027761437656023845.post-1017074295487385939</id><published>2010-09-24T20:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-24T20:45:53.061+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Changes</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Back after going on hiatus. Been so busy lately.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;As time passes by, things change. The environment change. The surroundings change. Sadly, so do people. Seems like everyone's going their separate ways. Partly I'm to blame for not spending enough time with a particular group of friends and spending more time with other groups of friends. But then my other groups of friends are also drifting apart, even though I do spend time with them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Maybe it's because most of them are already in relationships which equates to them having to spend more time with their partners than with friends. But that isn't any reason for you to completely ditch your friends just to hang out with your partners.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Or maybe it's because we all have found new groups of friends, whom we have things in common with but again, that's no reason for you to go forgetting your old group of friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Maybe it's because I haven't been spending time with you guys lately cuz I'm busy with family and school related stuff that are not assignments related. But I still do try my very best to hang out with every single one of my close groups of friends, even though I'm struggling at times to balance out my time evenly among all of you so that no one group is neglected.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I guess it's my fault. People change. Close friendships, whom we thought would last forever or at least for a long time at that one particular point of time, start breaking apart at the seams. Time passes by. Nothing stays the same anymore. Although new friendships are formed with new people, I still miss hanging out with the old friends. Cuz if it weren't for the old friends, I wouldn't be standing where I am today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;At times like this, I wish I were back in 2009 again. ):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6027761437656023845-1017074295487385939?l=balminaswashere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://balminaswashere.blogspot.com/feeds/1017074295487385939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6027761437656023845&amp;postID=1017074295487385939' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6027761437656023845/posts/default/1017074295487385939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6027761437656023845/posts/default/1017074295487385939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://balminaswashere.blogspot.com/2010/09/changes.html' title='Changes'/><author><name>BaLmiNaS DzuLkArNaiN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11248951525265696906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UGWou3BnWts/SLN8xvoJmsI/AAAAAAAAAAM/V7GzXtxl5Ls/S220/me!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6027761437656023845.post-5935791003643919481</id><published>2010-09-09T11:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-09T11:24:34.928+08:00</updated><title type='text'>UPDATES !</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hello !! For starters. Submission is finally over ! And my critique session is next Thursday so I got exactly 1 week to prepare for my crit and brace myself to get screwed by my lecturers cuz I didn't do as well as last term. :/ It was my fault anyway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;So lets start.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Last Thursday, the entire ATBC gang gave Mund a surprise birthday bash. Ate at Canadian Pizza at Woodlands CC.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Last Friday, I had my usual session with them ATBC peeps.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Last Saturday, we met again to give Zaf a surprise birthday bash this time round at her crib.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Sunday. Can't remember.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Monday. We met up yet again to hang out with Freak, seeing as it's his last day of freedom before he goes off for NS. At the end of the day, we presented him with a card and Zaf gave him a collage and for the first time ever, he was SPEECHLESS. As in literally dumbfounded where words actually FAILED HIM, which is a first cuz he was so damn touched.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Tuesday. Had the CF Party, where I performed yet again. The performance was awesome and so was the party !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Wednesday, I tonned at the R.C  behind my crib with Mus and Khairul where yet again, it was another awesome bonding session, where we actually learnt more about each other and shared things with each other. Sahur-ed at my house, then proceeded to school while they headed home to sleep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Now. I wanna celebrate the Eve of Raya. ^^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6027761437656023845-5935791003643919481?l=balminaswashere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://balminaswashere.blogspot.com/feeds/5935791003643919481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6027761437656023845&amp;postID=5935791003643919481' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6027761437656023845/posts/default/5935791003643919481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6027761437656023845/posts/default/5935791003643919481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://balminaswashere.blogspot.com/2010/09/updates.html' title='UPDATES !'/><author><name>BaLmiNaS DzuLkArNaiN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11248951525265696906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UGWou3BnWts/SLN8xvoJmsI/AAAAAAAAAAM/V7GzXtxl5Ls/S220/me!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6027761437656023845.post-2956538580460377067</id><published>2010-09-01T15:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-01T15:45:05.979+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why ? )':</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Honestly, today is really not my day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Dad. You have never been proud of me. Every single time you will always try to find fault with me. For 14 years. No matter what achievements I got, be it Top in English or Top Student in East View or whatever high marks that I got or compliments that I got from both teachers and lecturers alike, you refuse to be proud of me. Instead, you still chose to pick bones with me, scrutinizing my every move, looking for something to fault me with.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;What hurts me deeply is the fact that you assume all the wrong things about me which are based simply on your perceptions. Whenever my results are bad, you assume that I go to school just to play the fool, goof off and clown around. Whenever I am resting for a short while, you assume that I'm a lazy ass who slacks and does nothing till the very last minute. You assume that I'm just the same old bastard that I was back then simply cuz of my terrible past. You assume that I'm a failure, who only does things half-heartedly and never completes the tasks I set out to accomplish.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;But do you even have any inkling of what I even do in the first place ? Do you have any idea the amount of sleepless nights I had because I am chionging my ass off, just to do my work neatly and professionally in the best way that I can so that I can complete them and submit them on time ? Do you have any idea how I've been consulting my lecturers and designer friends alike just to get their critique on my projects and work on their judgement/criticisms to improve what I am currently doing so that I can produce better quality standards ? Do you have any idea how much I actually cried when my critique sessions were disastrous ? Do you have any idea how freaking happy I was whenever my lecturers complimented me and my works, saying that I am improving, that I should keep up the good work and that I've come a long way ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I feel like just quitting school right now. Not cuz I can't cope with the assignments. No sir. My time management skills have been honed well ever since I entered Singapore Polytechnic and I am learning to prioritize the more important stuff first, like meeting submission criteria and deadlines on time with good quality work. I wanna quit school because of financial burdens. I dare not ask you for money to purchase materials or to even print my boards out cuz I am afraid that you and I will get into a huge fight cuz of money. I scrimp and save whatever I have. In the end, it's always Grandma who comes to the rescue, helping me ask you for money and explaining to you why I need it badly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I wanna quit school because I find that there's no point in me doing all of this just to make you proud of me but you aren't and you never will be. I got into this course because of you in the first place. I was in DCMD initially but you got into a huge fight with me, saying that I already dropped D &amp;amp; T back in secondary school but I still wanted to pursue a course that had relations to that subject, when I tried to explain to you REPEATEDLY that DCMD had NOTHING related to D &amp;amp; T but did you listen ? No. Being the egoistical bastard that you are, you still think that you're right. So in order to make you happy, I jumped ship to DID and boy you were happy. Why ? Cuz you were pursuing part time Architecture and evidently, this is the first time that you think we have a common interest, when in actual fact, I joined just to get you off my back. Well guess what ? DID has EVERYTHING related to D &amp;amp; T and I WAS struggling back then but I struggle less now cuz I have learnt the art of time management. In fact, I'm starting to actually LIKE design, something which I swore I wouldn't and would hate for life back during my D &amp;amp; T days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;But did all of this actually hit that thick skull of yours ? No. You're still bent on thinking that I am a failure. That I goof off and clown around. That I have no future. And do you know how much that has deeply hurt me ? It's left a permanent scar. No matter how hard we try, we can never get back into each other's good books. Not now. Not ever. I don't exactly hate you but I don't love you either. All I've ever wanted was to hear you tell me that you are, actually for once, PROUD OF ME AND MY ACHIEVEMENTS. PROUD OF EVERYTHING THAT I'VE ACCOMPLISHED AND DONE. PROUD OF ME FOR COMING A LONG WAY. PROUD OF ME FOR WHO I AM. PROUD OF ME FOR WHO I'VE BECOME.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Grandma was the only one who was ever there for me. Who loved me and cared for me. Who defended me and stood up for me. Who was proud of everything that I've done and motivated me and encouraged me. If she can be, why can't you Dad ? )':&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6027761437656023845-2956538580460377067?l=balminaswashere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://balminaswashere.blogspot.com/feeds/2956538580460377067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6027761437656023845&amp;postID=2956538580460377067' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6027761437656023845/posts/default/2956538580460377067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6027761437656023845/posts/default/2956538580460377067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://balminaswashere.blogspot.com/2010/09/why.html' title='Why ? )&apos;:'/><author><name>BaLmiNaS DzuLkArNaiN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11248951525265696906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UGWou3BnWts/SLN8xvoJmsI/AAAAAAAAAAM/V7GzXtxl5Ls/S220/me!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6027761437656023845.post-793540889212712523</id><published>2010-08-31T13:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-31T13:59:35.998+08:00</updated><title type='text'>UPDATES !</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Wow. It's been super long since I last updated huh ? Well. Been busy occupying all of my time over the holidays.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Last Tuesday, my CF performers and I had our first ever dance practice at RP. We managed to learn 1 choreography (Beep Breakdown). We've still got like 5 or 6 more choreos to learn, teach one another and practice all for next Tuesday's CF Party. That and the formation and transitions. Hopefully tomorrow, we can master another choreography or 2. Cuz we're running short of time and I'm starting to panic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;"&gt;After the dance practice was over, my younger brother came over together with Sham and the 3 of us proceeded to meet Zakk, Ella, Louise and Fiany at town. Hung out with them before bussing our asses home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Wednesday. Rotted at home. Tonned the night with my brother.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Thursday. Went to buka at Burger King, TM with my brother and Mund. Headed to Geylang after that to meet Mus, Filzah, her friends and my brother's and my ex FCX colleagues. Hung out at Macs till the last train.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Friday. Had a dance session this time round with my Evo-3 peeps. Only Naim, Sarah, Shi Ying and Zaf were there and I learnt some stuff from Naim but I'm far from perfecting it. Gonna work on it tonight. Buka-ed at Asli Village with my brother.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Saturday. Proceeded to Swamp for a nature themed photoshoot with my brother since he wanted to much to capture pics of nature. Some of the things we saw there were spectacular ! I actually saw 3 pelicans' bird's nest on 3 different trees !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sunday. Stayed at home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Monday proceeded to school for our ONLY lesson of the week. Apparently, we only have to attend school for the rest of the week just to take attendance. -.- If I'm living in Dover, I wouldn't mind but I live in Pasir Ris. Expecting me to wake up super early in the morning and take an hour's journey to school just to take attendance is a complete waste of my time. At least I'm doing my assignments at home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Assignments wise, I'm left with only my rendered drawings and my 3DS Max model. I'm leaving my 3DS Max model till last cuz firstly, I wanna get my other parts of the assignment over and done with and secondly, I don't wish for my laptop to crash while I'm doing my 3DS Max Model and find that my other parts of my assignment are still UNDONE. That is a major bummer all in itself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ok. I'm off. Bye now !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6027761437656023845-793540889212712523?l=balminaswashere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://balminaswashere.blogspot.com/feeds/793540889212712523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6027761437656023845&amp;postID=793540889212712523' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6027761437656023845/posts/default/793540889212712523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6027761437656023845/posts/default/793540889212712523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://balminaswashere.blogspot.com/2010/08/updates.html' title='UPDATES !'/><author><name>BaLmiNaS DzuLkArNaiN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11248951525265696906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UGWou3BnWts/SLN8xvoJmsI/AAAAAAAAAAM/V7GzXtxl5Ls/S220/me!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6027761437656023845.post-298973565990065905</id><published>2010-08-21T03:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-21T03:38:33.019+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Outings</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I just got home. Thought of heading to bed but no point cuz half an hour later have to wake up for Sahur.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;So anyway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Thursday. Went out with ATBC. Sadly, Naim, Sarah, Shiying and Zaf couldn't make it. We went to buka together at Tong Sen then proceeded to watch Step Up 3 at Plaza Singapura with Ella and Louis joining in. Step Up 3 was awesome ! It's EXACTLY what a crew should be about. Family bonding and learning from each other. Just like us ATBC/EVO-3 peeps, where we're a 1 big family and learn dancestyles from each other. ^^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Friday. Went to buka at Simpang Bedok with my younger brother and my close poly mates. Most of them couldn't make it, which was disheartening but nonetheless, we had loads of fun. Especially with Pinoy around. Doing the Pinoy accent with the Pinoy look. BRADANG. Nasi Ayam Seafood. HAHAHA !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Today. Another buka outing this round with the NNK peeps. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;And my left eye is seriously hurting. Tsk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6027761437656023845-298973565990065905?l=balminaswashere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://balminaswashere.blogspot.com/feeds/298973565990065905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6027761437656023845&amp;postID=298973565990065905' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6027761437656023845/posts/default/298973565990065905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6027761437656023845/posts/default/298973565990065905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://balminaswashere.blogspot.com/2010/08/outings.html' title='Outings'/><author><name>BaLmiNaS DzuLkArNaiN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11248951525265696906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UGWou3BnWts/SLN8xvoJmsI/AAAAAAAAAAM/V7GzXtxl5Ls/S220/me!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6027761437656023845.post-5556868052297239051</id><published>2010-08-18T00:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-18T00:46:54.862+08:00</updated><title type='text'>17th August 2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hey. Wadup ? :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I failed my FTT by a mere 5 marks. Tsk. Got 43/50. And 3 of my WRONG answers were actually CORRECT originally but I changed them after double-checking, thinking that they were wrong. After consulting with the book, I realized that my original ones were right. Tsk. FML la hor. But it's ok. Can always retake. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;So after my FTT was over, I headed over to Bedok to meet and hang out with my dearly beloved cousin, Khaleed, whom I haven't seen for so long and whom I've missed terribly. My best friend, Tun, joined us too. We buka-ed together, hung out, chit-chatted and did a LOT of catching up. Like 2 years worth of catching up. Yes, he's my cousin but he's a distant cousin and by distant, I mean really distant cuz he's my cousin's cousin's cousin's cousin. 4th cousin I guess ? I never really got the hang of all these family trees.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Was supposed to meet Mus and Mund at Downtown to hang out with them cuz I haven't seen them for quite a while too, as they were there for a chalet but I didn't get to do so cuz they were heading home at 10 and I was still at Bedok at 9.45 helping my cousin to register for NS. I had no idea that they were heading home tonight. Thought they would ton another night or something and I could meet them late but they weren't.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;So for today (Wednesday), seeing as I have no plans, I'm gonna continue doing my IDS assignment and clean my pigsty, I mean bedroom, up. Thursday, Friday and Saturday are jam packed days for me cuz I'm hanging out and buka-ing with 3 different groups of close friends on these 3 days. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Oh and last but not least. HAPPY 19TH BIRTHDAY ALIP ! I know I wished you through text message earlier at exactly 12 midnight but I wanna wish you again. I love you a freaking lot brother ! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6027761437656023845-5556868052297239051?l=balminaswashere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://balminaswashere.blogspot.com/feeds/5556868052297239051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6027761437656023845&amp;postID=5556868052297239051' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6027761437656023845/posts/default/5556868052297239051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6027761437656023845/posts/default/5556868052297239051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://balminaswashere.blogspot.com/2010/08/17th-august-2010.html' title='17th August 2010'/><author><name>BaLmiNaS DzuLkArNaiN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11248951525265696906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UGWou3BnWts/SLN8xvoJmsI/AAAAAAAAAAM/V7GzXtxl5Ls/S220/me!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6027761437656023845.post-5050821555569347848</id><published>2010-08-14T00:52:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-14T01:12:20.080+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Palat's 19th</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;So I just got home from Saiful's birthday celebration with the Fuckers clique. All of his close friends were there. Not only from the Fuckers/SC clique but his Swensens friends were there too. It was great !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;I headed to school for the consultation with our lecturers regarding our holiday assignment. Met Razmeer, Diyy and the Swensens' peeps at Small Mac before proceeding to Simpang Bedok to meet Saiful and his cousin to buka puasa together.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;After that, we headed to Pasir Ris Park to meet the rest of the Fuckers/SC clique to give Saiful a surprise birthday celebration, complete with cake and all. Credits goes to Razmeer and Taslim for planning everything. Got to meet all of them whom I haven't seen for a really long time and whom I've sorely missed. Like Lame, Meer, Ray, Alip, Ful, Feh, Wan and Izyan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Hung out with them. Cam - whored with Diyy's camera. Reminisced about the stupid things we did back then during our secondary school days. HAHAHA ! Looking back now, the things we did back in East View were really stupid but hilarious ! Overall, it was a great day spent with them and we enjoyed every minute of it. ^^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6027761437656023845-5050821555569347848?l=balminaswashere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://balminaswashere.blogspot.com/feeds/5050821555569347848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6027761437656023845&amp;postID=5050821555569347848' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6027761437656023845/posts/default/5050821555569347848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6027761437656023845/posts/default/5050821555569347848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://balminaswashere.blogspot.com/2010/08/palats-19th.html' title='Palat&apos;s 19th'/><author><name>BaLmiNaS DzuLkArNaiN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11248951525265696906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UGWou3BnWts/SLN8xvoJmsI/AAAAAAAAAAM/V7GzXtxl5Ls/S220/me!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6027761437656023845.post-3622686839344946128</id><published>2010-08-13T15:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-13T15:43:04.451+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hate being sick</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'm in my studio right now and I'm sick. Down with phlegm and sore throat and feeling slightly feverish.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;That fever has been turning itself off and on within my body for the past week or two. And it's Ramadhan to cap it off so FML much la hor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I hate being sick. I already popped Panadol Cold Flu, Panadol Extra and even Panadol Flu Max during sahur and after buka. I've been drinking endless glasses of Barley, Lime Juice and Plain old warm water every single day during Sahur and Buka but still my throat isn't getting any better and it's getting more and more SORE by the day. And I already stopped smoking for God's sake ! Drank all sorts of remedies, popped all sorts of pills, stopped smoking and you're still sore ? Urgh !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Even the fever is playing stupid games. Will go on and off even though I already took my medication. When it feels like it, it comes on. When it doesn't, it goes off only to return again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I really hate being sick and I want to recover now. Like right now !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6027761437656023845-3622686839344946128?l=balminaswashere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://balminaswashere.blogspot.com/feeds/3622686839344946128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6027761437656023845&amp;postID=3622686839344946128' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6027761437656023845/posts/default/3622686839344946128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6027761437656023845/posts/default/3622686839344946128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://balminaswashere.blogspot.com/2010/08/hate-being-sick.html' title='Hate being sick'/><author><name>BaLmiNaS DzuLkArNaiN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11248951525265696906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UGWou3BnWts/SLN8xvoJmsI/AAAAAAAAAAM/V7GzXtxl5Ls/S220/me!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6027761437656023845.post-8307443080764784680</id><published>2010-08-12T20:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-12T20:11:02.316+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2nd day of puasa</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hey. Today was the second day of Ramadhan. Surprisingly, some of my cousins came over to buka today and I had no idea about it until an hour before buka. But all in all, I'm really glad that we enjoyed dinner together as a family, even though the entire family wasn't here. ^^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Anyways. On Tuesday, I went to town with Afiq, Radiah, Fairul, Ashraf and Ahmad. It was an impromptu outing. We just walked around the various boutiques in town, surveying the gorgeous things there and showing each other the things we would love to buy if we had the cash.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Wednesday, I headed to school for a meeting regarding the CF Party 2010. While waiting for the meeting to start, I hung out with Rad, Hafiz, Hafiz Tall, Adinda and Fai while doing my assignment and while they were doing their projects and mugging for their exams. Went back home with Rad, Ash and Adinda.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Today. I simply spend the whole day at home. Relaxing and doing a lil bit of my holiday IDS assignment. Watched Karate Kid on my laptop. Waiting for my Ghost Whisperer Season 1 to finish then I can watch already. ^^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Tomorrow we're having a consultation in school regarding our assignment. I think I'll just drop by and consult the lecturers and show them what I've done so far.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6027761437656023845-8307443080764784680?l=balminaswashere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://balminaswashere.blogspot.com/feeds/8307443080764784680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6027761437656023845&amp;postID=8307443080764784680' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6027761437656023845/posts/default/8307443080764784680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6027761437656023845/posts/default/8307443080764784680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://balminaswashere.blogspot.com/2010/08/2nd-day-of-puasa.html' title='2nd day of puasa'/><author><name>BaLmiNaS DzuLkArNaiN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11248951525265696906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UGWou3BnWts/SLN8xvoJmsI/AAAAAAAAAAM/V7GzXtxl5Ls/S220/me!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6027761437656023845.post-7839853437314142441</id><published>2010-08-10T00:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-10T00:47:43.729+08:00</updated><title type='text'>09.08.2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;So it was another National Day. The 45th National Day to be precise.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I went out to Paya Lebar with Afiq, where we met Radiah and Hafiz there. Walked around, helping Rad to look for her baju kurong. Chatted with Ika for a while, as she's working at First Lady before proceeding to the Kopitiam to lunch there. Alot of funny incidents happened while we were lunching there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;*bundung* *raining rice* HAHAHAHA !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Proceeded to Helix Bridge to meet Ash, Fairul, Dwi and the rest of the SMA peeps, where we headed down to the carpark beside DXO to catch the fireworks. The fireworks display was spectacular !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Proceeded to Marina to have our dinner and slack at the rooftop near the Marina Stairs there before heading home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;It was seriously a really fun day out with them. I had loads of fun cracking jokes with them, laughing along and layaning all of their funny nonsense. Like Evo-3, they kept on singing Waka Waka but substituting my name in it instead of Tsamina mina so that it goes like this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Balminah minah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ey Ey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;HAHAHA ! Thanks for the awesome day guyss. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6027761437656023845-7839853437314142441?l=balminaswashere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://balminaswashere.blogspot.com/feeds/7839853437314142441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6027761437656023845&amp;postID=7839853437314142441' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6027761437656023845/posts/default/7839853437314142441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6027761437656023845/posts/default/7839853437314142441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://balminaswashere.blogspot.com/2010/08/09082010.html' title='09.08.2010'/><author><name>BaLmiNaS DzuLkArNaiN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11248951525265696906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UGWou3BnWts/SLN8xvoJmsI/AAAAAAAAAAM/V7GzXtxl5Ls/S220/me!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6027761437656023845.post-6154631108093440108</id><published>2010-08-08T19:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-08T19:42:45.066+08:00</updated><title type='text'>08.08.2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Today was a super fun day. Afiq and I planned to just hang out with each other around our neighborhood since we haven't met or hung out with each other for a super long time due to our busy lives and schedules. I mean. We have got assignments, projects, school and other commitments too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;"&gt;So he came by my place, where we just surfed the Net on our laptops while tagging people in stupid pictures on Facebook and showing each other funny videos. Lunched together. Did loads of catching up while cracking jokes and telling funny stories to each other at the same time. Had a good laugh about everything. Basically it was a super fun day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Thanks for making my day bro. It was FUN !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6027761437656023845-6154631108093440108?l=balminaswashere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://balminaswashere.blogspot.com/feeds/6154631108093440108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6027761437656023845&amp;postID=6154631108093440108' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6027761437656023845/posts/default/6154631108093440108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6027761437656023845/posts/default/6154631108093440108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://balminaswashere.blogspot.com/2010/08/08082010.html' title='08.08.2010'/><author><name>BaLmiNaS DzuLkArNaiN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11248951525265696906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UGWou3BnWts/SLN8xvoJmsI/AAAAAAAAAAM/V7GzXtxl5Ls/S220/me!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6027761437656023845.post-832855735896458912</id><published>2010-08-07T14:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-07T14:32:10.125+08:00</updated><title type='text'>AWESOME</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;06.08.2010&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;The best day of 2010 so far. Why ? For a number of reasons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The end of submissions.&lt;br /&gt;End of school before YOG break.&lt;br /&gt;Opening Act for SD Talentime 2010.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fact that Radiah, Ika and Hafiz turned up at SD Talentime just to support me and watch my performance alone before heading off for buka (yes they were fasting) was very very sweet and it really touched me. I mean. Words alone can't describe the feeling. For that, I'm really grateful to them and I owe the 3 of them big time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fact that Naim, Sarah, Freak and Khai surprised me by turning up to support me and watch me perform, despite the fact that they said they 'couldn't' turn up really really shocked me so much that a string of vulgarities came hurtling out of my foul mouth NOT cuz I was pissed with them but cuz I was genuinely shocked and surprised that they were there. Their tales of how they couldn't make it for my performance cuz of family matters convinced me and for the entire morning, I was feeling down and demoralized because I wanted so much for them to be there cuz their support meant more to me than anything else. But seeing them there at the event itself boosted my confidence and morale up to a whole new level and allowed me to perform better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fact that the SD gang (y'all know who you are) turned up to support all of our performances, seeing as 4 of our gang members (myself included, alongside Az, Syai and Zakk) really meant so much to me too. How Cynthia came back from her driving lessons just to watch me, Az, Syai and Zakk performed touched me too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fact that Ayim and Nad turned up to offer their moral support and encouragement also made my day. Seeing their replies when I texted them and their comments on my FB wall post made me smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fact that my brother, Ash, actually turned up even though my performance was already over, was more than good enough for me. It really meant a lot to me. I don't really know why but jyeah. I feel that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For that. I thank all of you for your support and encouragement. You guys really made my ordinary day become extraordinary and for that, I'm eternally grateful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;h3 class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;msg&amp;quot;}"&gt;&lt;span class="UIStory_Message"&gt;♥ 06.08.2010&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&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/6027761437656023845-832855735896458912?l=balminaswashere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://balminaswashere.blogspot.com/feeds/832855735896458912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6027761437656023845&amp;postID=832855735896458912' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6027761437656023845/posts/default/832855735896458912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6027761437656023845/posts/default/832855735896458912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://balminaswashere.blogspot.com/2010/08/awesome.html' title='AWESOME'/><author><name>BaLmiNaS DzuLkArNaiN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11248951525265696906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UGWou3BnWts/SLN8xvoJmsI/AAAAAAAAAAM/V7GzXtxl5Ls/S220/me!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6027761437656023845.post-7779254740993272481</id><published>2010-07-29T16:00:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-29T16:08:50.817+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mats &amp; Minahs</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Last night, I was on my Facebook and surprisingly, there was this minah YP who posted on her FB and it came out on my Facebook's homepage. I have this bad habit of simply accepting friend requests from people who have mutual friends in common with me on Facebook and totally forget about doing so the next hour till they post things on their wall which automatically pops out on my homepage.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Anyways. Back to the topic. As I was saying. That minah. Yes. That minah YP sorry. It's no wonder that MATs and MINAHs and YPs these days have got NO FUTURE. No surprises isn't it when the minahs spell 'AKU' as 'AQU', 'GOD' as 'QOD', 'NAK' as 'NAQ', 'AH' as 'UHC', 'MINYAK' as 'MINYAQ' and bla3. I know it doesn't really concern me at all but seriously, I'm very anal when it comes to getting the proper spelling/articulating of words. I mean even if you wanna type it out in short form also, at least pay some respects to that language by spelling it out in the proper short form like 'NK' or 'MNYK'. You're spelling it out as QOD and all that bullshit ? What ? Trying to act cute ? Sorry sister but it isn't working at all. It's just irritating the crap out of most people, namely me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;I removed her from my friends list on FB cuz I don't even know who the fuck she was but she had my younger brother and 1 of my close friends as mutual friends in common so I just accepted, thinking it was their friend. Turns out she's one of those feeling popular bitches who randomly adds people she doesn't know on FB just to increase the number of friends she has on FB to a whopping 2100+ friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Ohwells. What to do. Futureless kids.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6027761437656023845-7779254740993272481?l=balminaswashere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://balminaswashere.blogspot.com/feeds/7779254740993272481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6027761437656023845&amp;postID=7779254740993272481' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6027761437656023845/posts/default/7779254740993272481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6027761437656023845/posts/default/7779254740993272481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://balminaswashere.blogspot.com/2010/07/mats-minahs.html' title='Mats &amp; Minahs'/><author><name>BaLmiNaS DzuLkArNaiN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11248951525265696906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UGWou3BnWts/SLN8xvoJmsI/AAAAAAAAAAM/V7GzXtxl5Ls/S220/me!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6027761437656023845.post-7904503397324864186</id><published>2010-07-25T11:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-25T11:20:33.095+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Updates</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Well well well. It's been super long since I last blogged. Been busy trying to catch up on all the assignments that I've neglected.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I can't really remember much of what I did over the week.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Had an all out dance session at RP last Friday (23rd July) where my friends and I managed to choreograph half of the songs that I'll be using for my SD Talentime Finals Opening Act. Went out with Naim, Sarah, Khai, Shahfiq and Syaq to Bukit Panjang to catch Da HipRock Dance Competition yesterday and my God, the crews, especially the youngest ones (Fresh Nutz) were FANTASTIC. And they're only 13 and 14 year olds ! Their high level of energy when they danced can put all of us to shame. Other crews were great too. Got all of us actually hyped up and inspired to dance with a whole new level of enthusiasm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I missed out my IDS submission on Thursday cuz that mother fucking printer RAN OUT OF PAPER AND DID NOT GIVE US A WARNING BEFOREHAND. Jen, Trina, Lester and myself tried to replace it with a new roll of paper but the stupid printer still said that it couldn't detect any paper within. =.=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Now, I'm gonna chiong for my MATech, IDC and TOD. Toodles !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6027761437656023845-7904503397324864186?l=balminaswashere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://balminaswashere.blogspot.com/feeds/7904503397324864186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6027761437656023845&amp;postID=7904503397324864186' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6027761437656023845/posts/default/7904503397324864186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6027761437656023845/posts/default/7904503397324864186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://balminaswashere.blogspot.com/2010/07/updates.html' title='Updates'/><author><name>BaLmiNaS DzuLkArNaiN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11248951525265696906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UGWou3BnWts/SLN8xvoJmsI/AAAAAAAAAAM/V7GzXtxl5Ls/S220/me!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6027761437656023845.post-8325119687154867021</id><published>2010-07-14T18:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-14T18:51:10.349+08:00</updated><title type='text'>List</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Heyho. Sup ? ^^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;On Monday, we headed to the Esplanade Theaters for a guided tour around it for our MATech field trip. Headed back to school before going off to RP to accompany Hanah watch Fyq's floorball match. Met and hung out with my brother, Naim, and Sarah and Khai before heading home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Tuesday, class ended early.. Well. For me at least. Seeing as I was the first one to complete the CRS essay test, I willed my time surfing the Net and checking FB and doing my AutoCAD drawings at the same time. Headed down to RP to meet, hang out and dance for awhile, again with Naim, Sarah, Khai, Ayim, Shiying, Shafiq, Mus and Mund.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Today, did a little bit of my AutoCAD but my laptop was surprisingly laggy so I didn't get much headway. Guess must be because of the automatic weekly virus scanning program. ^^ At RP now with Hanah to accompany her to watch Fyq's floorball match at the sportshall. Meeting my close RP friends later at our usual place to do the usual stuff. ^^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Anyways, I made a To-Do list of the things to do for my DID modules and boy, have I got loads to do. I stopped working over the weekends temporarily so as to be able to catch up on my undone assignments. I swear I'm rapidly losing the steam I gained in Term 1 and I wouldn't be surprised if my critique session for Term 2 comes out disastrous. :/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6027761437656023845-8325119687154867021?l=balminaswashere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://balminaswashere.blogspot.com/feeds/8325119687154867021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6027761437656023845&amp;postID=8325119687154867021' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6027761437656023845/posts/default/8325119687154867021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6027761437656023845/posts/default/8325119687154867021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://balminaswashere.blogspot.com/2010/07/list.html' title='List'/><author><name>BaLmiNaS DzuLkArNaiN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11248951525265696906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UGWou3BnWts/SLN8xvoJmsI/AAAAAAAAAAM/V7GzXtxl5Ls/S220/me!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6027761437656023845.post-1866717853301962289</id><published>2010-07-10T12:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-10T12:58:32.475+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Well here goes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;On Thursday, TOD's make-up lecture was canceled. I know I'm not supposed to be happy, knowing the reasons behind the cancellation but hey. NO long-winded TOD make up lecture yaw. Headed to the hospital with Petrina to visit 1 of my close friends, who was hospitalized there and coincidentally, my close ITE friends, Sue, Kaz, Roy and Achap, were also there visiting her. The best part ? None of us knew that the other was gonna visit her so all in all, it was an unplanned and unexpected NNK reunion (except for Tun la since she wasn't there. Tsk.) HAHAHA ! Again happy despite the circumstances.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Had a blast with them. We chatted, caught up on old times, laughed and just enjoyed each other's company while it lasted cuz all of us are currently busy with our own lives. Went back home and plonked in my research onto my TOD's powerpoint seminar slides for my presentation on Friday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;On Friday, I had my TOD seminar presentation with Jen. It went OK. Jen was awesome ! She nailed the presentation with her confidence and her research. I had no plans initially after school ended on Friday so I stayed behind in the studio to finish up my TOD journal. Managed to complete all the entries. All that's left for me to do is to do the sketch for Lecture 6's entry and print out the entire thing on Monday. Chatted with Mus on MSN and he asked me to join them at Henderson Waves to hang out and I agreed, seeing as I had no plans and I missed that retarded ass brother of mine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Met him, Mund and Zaf at NP. Proceeded to Henderson Waves to meet Naim, Sarah, Fiq and the rest, where we just lay down, slacked and chilled. Mund, Mus, Fiq and myself stayed behind while the rest went home. We went off around 11+ and I only arrived home close to 2 in the morning. Thank God for Night Riders on the weekends !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6027761437656023845-1866717853301962289?l=balminaswashere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://balminaswashere.blogspot.com/feeds/1866717853301962289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6027761437656023845&amp;postID=1866717853301962289' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6027761437656023845/posts/default/1866717853301962289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6027761437656023845/posts/default/1866717853301962289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://balminaswashere.blogspot.com/2010/07/well-here-goes.html' title=''/><author><name>BaLmiNaS DzuLkArNaiN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11248951525265696906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UGWou3BnWts/SLN8xvoJmsI/AAAAAAAAAAM/V7GzXtxl5Ls/S220/me!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6027761437656023845.post-1247736225112432492</id><published>2010-07-07T11:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-07T11:49:02.798+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Great night</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hey bloggers. It's been almost an entire week since I blogged. I've been busy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Anyway. I think I'm finally moving on although truth be told, every single time I hear those lil cat bells, I would automatically look around for Sharon, forgetting for a brief moment that she's already passed on. A part of me somehow still refuses to admit that she's no longer around.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;As for this week. Everything's quite hectic I must say with our assignments progressing on. It's moving at breakneck speed cuz of the Y.O.G holidays at the beginning of next month; hence our submission's at the end of this month.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;MATech.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;IDC.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;IDS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;TOD.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;CRS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;All these things must be done. I will do it. I don't want to lose the steam and adrenaline I had back in Term 1.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Yesterday night was awesome by the way with Zakk, Ella, Sya, Gene and Kye. ^^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6027761437656023845-1247736225112432492?l=balminaswashere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://balminaswashere.blogspot.com/feeds/1247736225112432492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6027761437656023845&amp;postID=1247736225112432492' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6027761437656023845/posts/default/1247736225112432492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6027761437656023845/posts/default/1247736225112432492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://balminaswashere.blogspot.com/2010/07/great-night.html' title='Great night'/><author><name>BaLmiNaS DzuLkArNaiN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11248951525265696906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UGWou3BnWts/SLN8xvoJmsI/AAAAAAAAAAM/V7GzXtxl5Ls/S220/me!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6027761437656023845.post-4865676024358112771</id><published>2010-07-01T23:17:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-02T00:06:56.832+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tears</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UGWou3BnWts/TCy5FSMszQI/AAAAAAAAAKI/8dH8deR2QCg/s1600/DSC00058.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 394px; height: 294px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UGWou3BnWts/TCy5FSMszQI/AAAAAAAAAKI/8dH8deR2QCg/s200/DSC00058.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488965546293382402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just arrived back home only to be hit hard in the face with a piece of bad news.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My cat. My dearly beloved cat, who has been with me for the past 14 years, has finally passed away this morning while I was at school. I didn't even get the chance to say my last goodbye or even see it for the last time before it was buried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's been sick for a while now and not eating or drinking much. Her illness only worsened last Sunday night when she completely stopped eating and had to be fed with warm milk everyday. Her back legs stopped functioning. She had to crawl around on her 2 front legs, which couldn't get her far. She would urinate a few feet from her bed, which is highly unusual, as she would normally urinate in the toilet or in the garden. She loss weight at an alarming rate and became so skinny that when she was lying down, her spinal cord could be seen jutting out from her back and I could see the shape of her bones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was preparing myself because I knew she had to go soon. Even my brother, Ash, was telling me to be prepared cuz she's reached the end of her lifespan. But to have her go so soon so suddenly...&lt;br /&gt;I'm still in shock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My grandmother told me that it's better to let her go rather than continue see her suffering in the state she was in. My younger brother told me to let it go. Afiq told me to let it go. They also told me that nothing lasts forever and that I should have known from the very start that this was coming. But I'm still in shock. I cried so hard because it really hurts to lose a dearly beloved pet, whom you've cared for and cherished for the past 14  years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Sharon :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wherever you are right now. I sincerely hope that you are in peace and that you're no longer suffering. I will miss the times you slept beside me, the times you would jump down from the sofa to greet me when I just got back home, the times you would rub yourself against my feet when you wanted food or wanted me to pamper you. The times you would climb on my laptop and sit on it just so that I would pay attention to you. The times you would grab my hand and start biting and kicking it when I tickled you. The times when you would chase me around the house and try to grab hold of my feet to bite it. I will miss you. I love you dearly.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6027761437656023845-4865676024358112771?l=balminaswashere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://balminaswashere.blogspot.com/feeds/4865676024358112771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6027761437656023845&amp;postID=4865676024358112771' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6027761437656023845/posts/default/4865676024358112771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6027761437656023845/posts/default/4865676024358112771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://balminaswashere.blogspot.com/2010/07/tears.html' title='Tears'/><author><name>BaLmiNaS DzuLkArNaiN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11248951525265696906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UGWou3BnWts/SLN8xvoJmsI/AAAAAAAAAAM/V7GzXtxl5Ls/S220/me!.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UGWou3BnWts/TCy5FSMszQI/AAAAAAAAAKI/8dH8deR2QCg/s72-c/DSC00058.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6027761437656023845.post-6358895644149019131</id><published>2010-07-01T08:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-01T08:41:20.618+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bills Bills Bills</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;YAY ! I finally did my PDL yesterday ! Now I'm just saving money for my practical lessons. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I also managed to pay off my bills and bought a new pair of contacts, seeing as my old pair decided to tear yesterday morning. Tsk. There goes my savings. All gone towards doing my PDL, paying my bills and buying a new pair of contacts. I can't use my specs to school because my specs lenses are full of scratches that it's impossible for me to see afar in it. That's the reason why I only use it at home but even then, I still can't see anything clearly. Guess I need a change of lenses then for my specs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;After doing what I was supposed to do with the money, I surrendered my ATM to my younger brother so that I wouldn't be able to spend the money in my ATM unnecessarily. I need to save up for 3 things.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;1. Driving practical lessons.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;2. Singfest concert tickets (KATY PERRY ! ORIANTHI !)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;3. Black 160 GB iPod CLASSIC&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Can't wait !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6027761437656023845-6358895644149019131?l=balminaswashere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://balminaswashere.blogspot.com/feeds/6358895644149019131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6027761437656023845&amp;postID=6358895644149019131' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6027761437656023845/posts/default/6358895644149019131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6027761437656023845/posts/default/6358895644149019131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://balminaswashere.blogspot.com/2010/07/bills-bills-bills.html' title='Bills Bills Bills'/><author><name>BaLmiNaS DzuLkArNaiN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11248951525265696906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UGWou3BnWts/SLN8xvoJmsI/AAAAAAAAAAM/V7GzXtxl5Ls/S220/me!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6027761437656023845.post-2451493870223429530</id><published>2010-06-29T16:39:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-29T16:50:11.136+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Karaoke Session</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Hello. The karaoke session last night with my H.D colleagues was fantastic !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;I ended school at 5. Had 5 hours to kill before I met them at K-BOX at Cineleisure so I killed time by attending SPSU's AGM with Shira and Az, since they were also going and they dragged me along. Hung out with Ash, Afiq and some of the SMA peeps at the taxi stand there. Train-ed all the way to Pasir Ris with Afiq just to kill time while chit-chatting and doing our catching up after the holidays at the same time before bouncing back to Somerset to meet the H.D peeps there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;During the karaoke session, we ate, sang and even danced to some stupid songs like Nobody and Spice Up Your Life. Hahaha. It was fun !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Oh. New assignment released. Combine that with my AutoCAD, which I'm still doing, and I've got tons of stuffs to do. The difference now is that I know I can do it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6027761437656023845-2451493870223429530?l=balminaswashere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://balminaswashere.blogspot.com/feeds/2451493870223429530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6027761437656023845&amp;postID=2451493870223429530' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6027761437656023845/posts/default/2451493870223429530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6027761437656023845/posts/default/2451493870223429530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://balminaswashere.blogspot.com/2010/06/karaoke-session.html' title='Karaoke Session'/><author><name>BaLmiNaS DzuLkArNaiN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11248951525265696906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UGWou3BnWts/SLN8xvoJmsI/AAAAAAAAAAM/V7GzXtxl5Ls/S220/me!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6027761437656023845.post-5593032091999433829</id><published>2010-06-28T00:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-28T00:44:48.503+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tired</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;After slogging so hard at work for this whole week, I can finally take a break and get some well-deserved rest. For a week before I continue working again this coming Saturday. Like I said. I have a new commitment, which is work. Don't work = NO money = NO driving license/iPod classic/SINGFEST Tickets&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;To all those out there who are working your asses off in the F &amp;amp; B industry, give yourselves a pat on the back. No. Give yourselves a round of applause. Or ten. Why ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;BECAUSE THE F &amp;amp; B INDUSTRY IS THE TOUGHEST SON-OF-A-BITCH INDUSTRY TO WORK IN. Agreed Zakk ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Don't believe me ? Ask any of your close friends who are working in that industry. The customers, the tasks we are delegated, the rush hours, the fast paced, cutthroat environment, the immense workload. *shakes head*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;But it has its rewards too. Once the pay comes in. You'll feel a tremendous sense of satisfaction. After slogging so hard and putting in your blood, sweat and tears, you finally get paid. The money is enough to make anyone scream. Well. Not really but you get what I mean.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Holiday assignments are not done. Ok. I lied. A little. I completed my portfolio and TOD journal entries. Just down to MATech ICE 2 and the AutoCAD drawings for IDS, which I've yet to do. Yay me !&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;"&gt;I really have no time to do them. Oh wells. More work for me when school reopens then.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6027761437656023845-5593032091999433829?l=balminaswashere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://balminaswashere.blogspot.com/feeds/5593032091999433829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6027761437656023845&amp;postID=5593032091999433829' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6027761437656023845/posts/default/5593032091999433829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6027761437656023845/posts/default/5593032091999433829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://balminaswashere.blogspot.com/2010/06/tired.html' title='Tired'/><author><name>BaLmiNaS DzuLkArNaiN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11248951525265696906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UGWou3BnWts/SLN8xvoJmsI/AAAAAAAAAAM/V7GzXtxl5Ls/S220/me!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6027761437656023845.post-80476374199075284</id><published>2010-06-24T20:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-24T20:31:53.102+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shaken up</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Yes. I don't deny that I'm still slightly shaken up by that huge blow up between me and 1 of my close friends. It's the first time in a really really long time that I was that angry. The last time I felt that way was wayyyyy back when I was 15. I quote her words. 'Didn't expect it to be this severe between me and 1 of my close friends'. Oh well. We have to try and put it behind us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;On a better note. SINGFEST 2010 is AROUND THE CORNER ! $175 for tickets ! The likes of Katy Perry, 30 Seconds to Mars and much more will be here ! WEE ! Gonna save money for that man ! Been wanting to go for ages ! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6027761437656023845-80476374199075284?l=balminaswashere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://balminaswashere.blogspot.com/feeds/80476374199075284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6027761437656023845&amp;postID=80476374199075284' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6027761437656023845/posts/default/80476374199075284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6027761437656023845/posts/default/80476374199075284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://balminaswashere.blogspot.com/2010/06/shaken-up.html' title='Shaken up'/><author><name>BaLmiNaS DzuLkArNaiN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11248951525265696906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UGWou3BnWts/SLN8xvoJmsI/AAAAAAAAAAM/V7GzXtxl5Ls/S220/me!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6027761437656023845.post-1770581563472322964</id><published>2010-06-24T01:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-24T01:16:31.166+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;It's about time I learn to shut up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;It's about time I learn to refrain from being opinionated.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;It's about time I keep my comments to myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;It's about time I prevent myself from being brutally honest.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;But sadly, the very things that I wanna stop doing are the very same qualities that define who I am as an individual.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;MAYBE I have other traits. The keyword here is 'MAYBE'. Good traits that are me. But I don't know what my good traits are cuz when I look in the mirror each day, these are the traits that I see. *points above*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;And as for my ego. Well. Lets just say that I still haven't forgiven that filthy bitch. Yes. People keep telling me to let go of that incident cuz it's been &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;3 WHOLESOME FREAKING YEARS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; since that skank took the liberty of dragging my name through the mud, ruining my close friendships with the people around me, backstabbing me and even going so far as to use my name to cover up her own white ass for what SHE had done. And to think that that whore used to be my best friend back then. So much for 'best friends'. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;*flashes the middle finger*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; So now tell me. Would YOU ever forgive someone and forget all these incidents easily if it were to happen to you one day ? (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6027761437656023845-1770581563472322964?l=balminaswashere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://balminaswashere.blogspot.com/feeds/1770581563472322964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6027761437656023845&amp;postID=1770581563472322964' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6027761437656023845/posts/default/1770581563472322964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6027761437656023845/posts/default/1770581563472322964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://balminaswashere.blogspot.com/2010/06/its-about-time-i-learn-to-shut-up.html' title=''/><author><name>BaLmiNaS DzuLkArNaiN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11248951525265696906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UGWou3BnWts/SLN8xvoJmsI/AAAAAAAAAAM/V7GzXtxl5Ls/S220/me!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6027761437656023845.post-1088262120739022667</id><published>2010-06-23T20:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-23T20:48:56.243+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Busy</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hello. I won't have much time to blog nowadays.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Cuz I'll be busy working for the whole of this week. I don't mind the fact that I'm spamming work like nobody's business cuz at least I know I'm not wasting my time lepaking at void decks, crooning away like those typical matreps who have no future do. At least I'm making full use of my time to earn money legally. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;When my salary comes in, I'm gonna pay off my debts to my granny and my bro, do my PDL, book my prac for my driving license and save the rest for future practical lessons, for materials for my assignments and for my 160GB iPod classic. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;FUCKJYEAH!&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/6027761437656023845-1088262120739022667?l=balminaswashere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://balminaswashere.blogspot.com/feeds/1088262120739022667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6027761437656023845&amp;postID=1088262120739022667' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6027761437656023845/posts/default/1088262120739022667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6027761437656023845/posts/default/1088262120739022667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://balminaswashere.blogspot.com/2010/06/busy.html' title='Busy'/><author><name>BaLmiNaS DzuLkArNaiN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11248951525265696906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UGWou3BnWts/SLN8xvoJmsI/AAAAAAAAAAM/V7GzXtxl5Ls/S220/me!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6027761437656023845.post-8749256324231074661</id><published>2010-06-21T18:37:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-21T18:51:41.460+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Worried</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Ok. It's officially the last week of the holidays. School reopens next week.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;I'm worried when school reopens. Why ? Cuz I have a brand new commitment which is W.O.R.K.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;I was already doing fairly well back in Term 1 WITHOUT working. Did my assignments properly with my heart, soul and effort and produced better quality works as compared to my previous year's assignments. Spent almost all my free time chionging at the very start and still managed to fit in some leisure and entertainment time in between.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;However, now that I'm gonna continue working on Saturdays ONLY during the term when school reopens next week, I don't know whether I'll be able to do fairly well again or whether I'll end up crashing and burning and pulling all my hair out due to stress.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;I might have found a solution. I will put in the same amount of heart, soul and effort into each and every single one of my assignments, that I put in back in Term 1, if not more so. Do my very best to finish up Monday's and Tuesday's assignments PROPERLY by Wednesday, seeing as I have no school on Wednesdays. Do my very best to finish up my Thursday's and Friday's assignments PROPERLY on Friday BEFORE I head down to RP in the evening for my dance session. If I can't finish it up by then, I'll continue doing it at RP on Friday and after I end work on Saturday night and will ton throughout the night till Sunday comes and go if I have to, just to ensure that I can finish up my assignments on time with the very same quality that I produced back in Term 1, if not better.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;It's gonna be a struggle, having to juggle school, assignments, family, friends, dance and work but I know I can do it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Things are going to be different when school reopens, just like how things changed when school started in April. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6027761437656023845-8749256324231074661?l=balminaswashere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://balminaswashere.blogspot.com/feeds/8749256324231074661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6027761437656023845&amp;postID=8749256324231074661' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6027761437656023845/posts/default/8749256324231074661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6027761437656023845/posts/default/8749256324231074661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://balminaswashere.blogspot.com/2010/06/worried.html' title='Worried'/><author><name>BaLmiNaS DzuLkArNaiN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11248951525265696906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UGWou3BnWts/SLN8xvoJmsI/AAAAAAAAAAM/V7GzXtxl5Ls/S220/me!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6027761437656023845.post-8208069423525202279</id><published>2010-06-20T03:54:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-20T04:04:57.809+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Haiya</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Just as the title suggested. Why ? Simple.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;My god-brother's older brother had helped me to not only unlock my iPhone but jailbroken it as well so that I can download apps and put in more stuff. He did it on his laptop.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;I went back home. Plugged in my iPhone to my laptop. My iTunes software automatically began deleting off the applications and restored my iPhone back to its default factory settings again. And as a result, my iPhone is locked yet again. Tsk. And there I was feeling all happy, thinking that I had a temporary iPod to blast music on till I get my own iPod classic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;I'm learning to unlock my iPhone by myself by watching YouTube videos and googling websites but it's hard ! Hopefully, my god-brother and his older brother can teach me the ropes when they are free so I can do it by myself the next time round.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Anyways. The last week of the holidays are next week. I'm gonna spam working. At least I will have some source of income to financially support myself and my driving license when school reopens as I don't wanna ask my dad for money if I can help it, as he has his own financial burdens to bear without me adding onto them. It's better that I work rather than I waste my time doing nothing and rotting at home and getting fat by stuffing myself with food. Wait. Being fat is a good thing. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I WANNA BE FAT &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/6027761437656023845-8208069423525202279?l=balminaswashere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://balminaswashere.blogspot.com/feeds/8208069423525202279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6027761437656023845&amp;postID=8208069423525202279' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6027761437656023845/posts/default/8208069423525202279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6027761437656023845/posts/default/8208069423525202279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://balminaswashere.blogspot.com/2010/06/haiya.html' title='Haiya'/><author><name>BaLmiNaS DzuLkArNaiN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11248951525265696906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UGWou3BnWts/SLN8xvoJmsI/AAAAAAAAAAM/V7GzXtxl5Ls/S220/me!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6027761437656023845.post-8277246240879195197</id><published>2010-06-15T10:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-15T10:40:03.497+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Helllooooooo !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lately. I don't see a point in blogging. Why ? Cuz it's not like I have any readers. Besides, my blog is just a place for me to rant !&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;"&gt;But I won't be deleting my blog. Heck no ! It's full of memories. Both good and bad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Anyway. The weather is so cold which is &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;THE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; most perfect weather to sleep in. Sadly, I can't cuz I'm working later on in the evening and I have to finish up my TOD and MATech assignments before work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;"&gt;And so nothing much happened over the week. Considering the fact that I only went to school on 1 day last week, being last Monday, it's considered perfectly normal. ^^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;"&gt;*Don't give me that tut-tut-tut sound + the finger ! You wanna wake up early in the morning and travel for an hour to school just to listen to someone's presentation and for a half an hour debrief ? TSK !*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;"&gt;I started working back again. &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;Fuckjyeahmoney!&lt;/span&gt; This time round. I'm gonna motivate myself to work as hard as I can in not only school but in my workplace as well. Cuz once the money comes rolling in, I can use it to pay off my debts, pay for my driving license (practicals, TP) and get myself either an iTouch, a RED iPod Nano or a 160GB iPod classic ! Still considering which  one to get though and consulting my younger brother didn't really help me not cuz he wasn't of much help but cuz he was trying to tell me the pros and cons of each and I wanted all of them if possible. Tsk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Oh yeah. I enrolled for my FTT already. That's the best part. The sad part ? It's on the 17th of August. Tsk. So long right ! Urgh ! Nevermind. Save money, make my PDL and go for practical lessons while waiting. Awesome or what ? ^^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ok. I think it's about time I finally get started on TOD &amp;amp; MATech. I've been enjoying and procastinating for far too long. IDS yet to be done and with no site measurements, I'm gonna be dead.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;"&gt;BYE !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6027761437656023845-8277246240879195197?l=balminaswashere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://balminaswashere.blogspot.com/feeds/8277246240879195197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6027761437656023845&amp;postID=8277246240879195197' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6027761437656023845/posts/default/8277246240879195197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6027761437656023845/posts/default/8277246240879195197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://balminaswashere.blogspot.com/2010/06/helllooooooo-lately.html' title=''/><author><name>BaLmiNaS DzuLkArNaiN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11248951525265696906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UGWou3BnWts/SLN8xvoJmsI/AAAAAAAAAAM/V7GzXtxl5Ls/S220/me!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6027761437656023845.post-704035127591536752</id><published>2010-06-07T15:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-07T15:32:32.138+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Month of June</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hello ! Nothing much to blog about really.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Friday. L4D2 Day as per normal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Saturday was the Freshmen Orientation Reunion at Sentosa. Followed by dinner-cum-slacking time at Vivocity's Sky Park. Partied at DXO all night long with the DXO kids.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Sunday. Arrived back home at 10 in the morning. Washed my face and went straight to bed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Today I had my critique session. Surprisingly, despite the face that I was so nervous that I felt like as though my balls were in my throat, my crit session went positively well. The lecturers said that my drawings were too random, my MATech detail drawings were better than my IDS ones, as my MATech detail drawings were more detailed in terms of joints and connections between modules and how it's connected to its site, my annotations were good and clear and they also commented, saying that my MODEL WAS BETTER THAN MY DRAWINGS, which is like a FIRST ! Woots ! Cuz I normally struggle when it comes to doing models, so having Elaine and Cindy tell me that really made me smile. Elaine also told me that I've come a long way and that although my current model isn't exactly the best, it's better comparing to my other models and that I should keep on trying hard, which I will so continue to do !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;People were right. After slogging hard for a few weeks, where I stayed back in the studio till 11+ at night with the DID gang just to finish up my assignments, all the hard efforts paid off. Positive reviews, constructive feedback, better looking model. And it's all thanks to the Year 1s, Aliff, Ikin, Hanah, Rina, Jen, Az, Brandon, Lester and Trina. Seeing the Year 1s chionging their asses off for their assignments and producing really beautiful works with their excellent workmanship really inspired me to do the same. Seeing how hard Aliff, Ikin, Hanah, Rina, Jen, Az, Brandon and Trina are working to finish up their assignments, where most of them stayed back in the studio till late at night just to finish it up encouraged and motivated me to do the same. Thanks guys !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6027761437656023845-704035127591536752?l=balminaswashere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://balminaswashere.blogspot.com/feeds/704035127591536752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6027761437656023845&amp;postID=704035127591536752' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6027761437656023845/posts/default/704035127591536752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6027761437656023845/posts/default/704035127591536752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://balminaswashere.blogspot.com/2010/06/month-of-june.html' title='Month of June'/><author><name>BaLmiNaS DzuLkArNaiN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11248951525265696906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UGWou3BnWts/SLN8xvoJmsI/AAAAAAAAAAM/V7GzXtxl5Ls/S220/me!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6027761437656023845.post-5629988826934542708</id><published>2010-05-30T13:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-30T14:04:28.845+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Party</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hey people ! This week of school has been nothing new lately. Been staying back in school till very late to do my assignments as per normal. Only difference is how I spent my Wednesday and my weekends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Wednesday, we had the MAD Festival going on in SP where we had to facilitate the secondary school students. Thank God Gary and I were in the same group or I would have died of boredom. Oh and it seems that some of the SD kids had problems working with some of the DMIT kids. Ohwells. That happens when we're too awesome. (: Made new friends with the secondary school kids.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Friday, aka Vesak Day aka Fah's birthday. ZakkIAH, SyaiF, Ella Pinoy, Yusman, Keenan and myself went to surprise Fah at her crib with a cake, guitar, collage and a GLEE cd. She was utterly shocked but all the same, I'm glad she was happy. We went to Teh Tarik, where her dad treated us to shark's fin soup. *Thanks Mr and Mrs Nashrun ! We really appreciate it ! * After that, we headed down to DXO to meet Fi and Nam (another surprise for Fah !). Saw a couple of eyecandies (hehe). Enjoyed ourselves thoroughly and bussed home in the night rider.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Saturday. I went down to DXO AGAIN but this time round, it's to join Zakk and her friends celebrate Rachael's 18th birthday. *HAPPY BIRTHDAY GAL !* After a late night supper, they went off while I went back to DXO and joined my new friends. We partied all night long till the club closed. Hung outside for a while before bussing my ass home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I just realised. No matter how late I sleep, in this case being 5+ in the morning, I will always automatically wake up at around 12+ in the afternoon. Pfft. So irritating !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;All the same, I enjoyed myself through and through. Thanks people for the awesome time ! I'll save money for next week's enjoyment. Oh damn I just remembered that I'll be working on that Saturday. Maybe I can go after work ? But I have to bring extra clothes. Pfft. -.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6027761437656023845-5629988826934542708?l=balminaswashere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://balminaswashere.blogspot.com/feeds/5629988826934542708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6027761437656023845&amp;postID=5629988826934542708' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6027761437656023845/posts/default/5629988826934542708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6027761437656023845/posts/default/5629988826934542708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://balminaswashere.blogspot.com/2010/05/party.html' title='Party'/><author><name>BaLmiNaS DzuLkArNaiN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11248951525265696906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UGWou3BnWts/SLN8xvoJmsI/AAAAAAAAAAM/V7GzXtxl5Ls/S220/me!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6027761437656023845.post-8412851435203872139</id><published>2010-05-21T00:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-21T00:39:12.231+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Long time no see I thought you mati</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Wow. It's been super long since I last blogged. Been a very hectic 2 weeks and it's only just beginning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;So let's just summarise shall we cuz I'm super lazy to type out in detail.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Last week:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Monday:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Celebrated ZakkIAH's birthday. Surprised her but that bitch knew about the surprise beforehand. HAHAHA ! Either way, I still love you loads biatch. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tuesday:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Went to Orchard with Fah, Ella, Sya and Zakk to chill out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Wednesday:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Stayed at home like a good boy and did my assignments&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Thursday:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Stayed back in school to slack and watch a movie in the DXPD studio with Zakk, Syai and Keenan. Crashed over at Zakk's crib.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Friday:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Stayed back in school to play L4D2 with L4D2 junkies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Saturday:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Slacked with Kaz, Tun and Adek at White Sands&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sunday:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Went to Bugis to watch adek's band's jamming session but as always, I'm late. Ate a late lunch with them and Kaz at Tok Seng. Slacked at home and played L4D2.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;This week:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Monday:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Slacked at SC while doing my assignments&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tuesday:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Stayed back in school with Hanah and Afiq Juraimi to finish up our studio plan CAD drawings and my manual drawings&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Wednesday:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Facilitators story-telling training in SP. Made a new friend by the name of Gary. Not the pokemon character Gary. He's a pretty cool dude. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Thursday:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Stayed back in school after school ended at 1 with the DID gang to do our assignments together. Slacked with my close freshies, Syazni, Syirah, Michelle and a not-so-close freshie, Zul at night in my studio.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nights people !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6027761437656023845-8412851435203872139?l=balminaswashere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://balminaswashere.blogspot.com/feeds/8412851435203872139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6027761437656023845&amp;postID=8412851435203872139' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6027761437656023845/posts/default/8412851435203872139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6027761437656023845/posts/default/8412851435203872139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://balminaswashere.blogspot.com/2010/05/long-time-no-see-i-thought-you-mati.html' title='Long time no see I thought you mati'/><author><name>BaLmiNaS DzuLkArNaiN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11248951525265696906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UGWou3BnWts/SLN8xvoJmsI/AAAAAAAAAAM/V7GzXtxl5Ls/S220/me!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6027761437656023845.post-4686677382631062247</id><published>2010-05-09T21:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-09T21:38:35.726+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Laptop's a bitch as always</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I swear I hate my laptop. Just last week, it could read and view all the folders in my external hard drive when I plugged it in.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;But this week. NOOOOOOO. I plugged in my external hard drive into my laptop to backup my weekly data just in case *touch wood* my laptop crashes and what did my laptop do? It could detect my external hard drive was plugged in but I can't excess it anywhere at all on my laptop, let alone view all the folders in my external hard drive. Pfft. Now how the fuck am I gonna back up my weekly data if I can't even excess my folders in the hard drive at all? I can't keep using people's laptops and thumbdrives to help me back up my data to my external hard drive. It's so effing troublesome la !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;The ironic thing. My younger brother's laptop could read and view the folders in my external hard drive. AND my laptop could view and read all the folders in my iPod and handphone but not my external hard drive ! Of all the things it could have gone on to screw ! My hard drive is the most important piece of shit to me you bloody fucking laptop !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6027761437656023845-4686677382631062247?l=balminaswashere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://balminaswashere.blogspot.com/feeds/4686677382631062247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6027761437656023845&amp;postID=4686677382631062247' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6027761437656023845/posts/default/4686677382631062247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6027761437656023845/posts/default/4686677382631062247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://balminaswashere.blogspot.com/2010/05/laptops-bitch-as-always.html' title='Laptop&apos;s a bitch as always'/><author><name>BaLmiNaS DzuLkArNaiN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11248951525265696906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UGWou3BnWts/SLN8xvoJmsI/AAAAAAAAAAM/V7GzXtxl5Ls/S220/me!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6027761437656023845.post-8685323887338588387</id><published>2010-05-08T16:36:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-08T16:58:46.915+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hectic!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Ok. So what has been happening lately?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;On Wednesday. After the main com interview, I went to meet Syirah, Michelle, Gaby and Syuhaidah at T511 to do our assignments together and we only went home around 10+. I arrived home at around 12+.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;On Thursday, I was super duper tired that I overslept for like half an hour? School-ed from 8 till 6, after which I headed down to West Coast Plaza with Joash to buy my new kicks (which looks awesome btw) before proceeding back to Dover MRT at around 8+ to meet Afiq and head back home with him and his friend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;On Friday. Had lessons from 8 - 10. Slacked with Az and Xin Yi in the studio where we were sharing our stories on our cats. Lunched with Michelle, Hui Shan, Eileen, Syazni, Keola, Marcus and Joash at FC1. Crashed their studio for a while before heading to Dover MRT to meet Ridzuan and proceeding down to 22 Amoy Street for a photoshoot, which went exceedingly well I must say. Sadly, though, we didn't get any copies of the pics as the softcopies were ridiculously expensive ($45 per copy). Rushed back to school and slacked in club with the SD Year 2 club members. Hung out with Ash, Rahim and Nad at the back of the basketball court to chill and chit chat. Proceeded to T251 (SD main office) to makan2 with the Year 2 FOP GLs and helpers (Kelly's treat for the success of FOP) after which we all went down to Moberly for the SDC Welcome Party cum Barbeque for the Year 1s. Hung out with them. Played games. Epic madness was going on among Zakk, Ella, Yusman, Keenan and Syai (L4D2 junkies) as they were... Well. I'm gonna upload the vid on FB. So check it out on my profile. HAHAHA !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Now, I have to do my other assignments. Pfft. I'm starting to slack off and I hate it when I lose my momentum when I already got my adrenaline rush. And I can't get started on my IDS mock up and actual models cuz my dad took the smaller wire mesh (meant for my mock up) as a sample to get me the bigger wire mesh (meant for my actual model). He still hasn't gotten my bigger wire mesh yet and he's still holding onto my smaller wire mesh. Pfft. I need those wire meshes ASAP !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Toodles ~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6027761437656023845-8685323887338588387?l=balminaswashere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://balminaswashere.blogspot.com/feeds/8685323887338588387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6027761437656023845&amp;postID=8685323887338588387' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6027761437656023845/posts/default/8685323887338588387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6027761437656023845/posts/default/8685323887338588387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://balminaswashere.blogspot.com/2010/05/hectic.html' title='Hectic!'/><author><name>BaLmiNaS DzuLkArNaiN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11248951525265696906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UGWou3BnWts/SLN8xvoJmsI/AAAAAAAAAAM/V7GzXtxl5Ls/S220/me!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6027761437656023845.post-175727447749650521</id><published>2010-05-05T13:06:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-05T16:25:10.728+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;As I sit here comfortably on my sofa, typing away to create this blogpost, I reflect back on everything that has happened the past couple of weeks, not only to me but to everyone of my other close friends who have had a hard couple of weeks too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;In life. There have been things or activities we never really dared to do cuz of the fear that we might fail or the fear of the disastrous consequences or results. There have been people we never really took the time to get to know better or bond with cuz of the fear that they might have a wrong perception of us or the fear that they might hate us for doing so. There have been courses we never enrolled in cuz of the fear that we might do badly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;The bottomline in all of this is simple. FEAR. We allow fear to grip our hearts and affect our rational thinking. We allow fear to make the decisions for us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Honestly, right now, I feel that *they* make better examples to *them* than I ever was. They bonded with *them* in the right manner while I went about the wrong way in trying to bond. Seeing how easily they communicated with them made me learn something new.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ohwells. People tend to slip up. Everyone makes mistakes. We learn from them, pick ourselves up and try to move on. Yes. I find it hard to move on after I made a mistake cuz I tend to feel guilty about it but I'm still learning. I'm still young. Well. Not really young but I still am ok! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6027761437656023845-175727447749650521?l=balminaswashere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://balminaswashere.blogspot.com/feeds/175727447749650521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6027761437656023845&amp;postID=175727447749650521' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6027761437656023845/posts/default/175727447749650521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6027761437656023845/posts/default/175727447749650521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://balminaswashere.blogspot.com/2010/05/life.html' title='Life'/><author><name>BaLmiNaS DzuLkArNaiN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11248951525265696906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UGWou3BnWts/SLN8xvoJmsI/AAAAAAAAAAM/V7GzXtxl5Ls/S220/me!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6027761437656023845.post-1902028175840211598</id><published>2010-05-02T23:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-02T23:33:57.739+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Enjoyable Sunday</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I was feeling particularly down after what happened last night and I just felt like going out today to get away from it all. Go out I did.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I went down to White Sands first to buy my much awaited specs and pay my Starhub internet bill after which I headed to Bugis with Syirah to do some window shopping. Met Zakk and Fi at Sarbats (as always, they were late) where I bought the bag I wanted for so long at Arab Street along the way. Hung out with them. Did our catching up. Train-ed home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Thanks ladies for the day today. Greatly appreciated. Now I wonder how to face that person tomorrow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6027761437656023845-1902028175840211598?l=balminaswashere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://balminaswashere.blogspot.com/feeds/1902028175840211598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6027761437656023845&amp;postID=1902028175840211598' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6027761437656023845/posts/default/1902028175840211598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6027761437656023845/posts/default/1902028175840211598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://balminaswashere.blogspot.com/2010/05/enjoyable-sunday.html' title='Enjoyable Sunday'/><author><name>BaLmiNaS DzuLkArNaiN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11248951525265696906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UGWou3BnWts/SLN8xvoJmsI/AAAAAAAAAAM/V7GzXtxl5Ls/S220/me!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6027761437656023845.post-2502343077398004493</id><published>2010-05-01T22:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-01T23:09:21.924+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Saturday Night Fever</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ok. I have no idea why my blogpost is titled so. Ohwells. &lt;i&gt;shrugs shoulders&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Anyways. I've already completed my Week 2's assignments. Yes and I'm damn proud of myself. Although I think my detail drawing for the platform is of the wrong scale and my TOD journal cover sucks (and Imma try to sketch in some ancient design shit to make up for the lackluster journal cover page) overall, I'm contented and I deserve a pat on the back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Thank Allah that this whole shitty week of school ended off with me feeling great on Friday. Cuz I managed to clear up 2 misunderstandings between myself and 2 of my close friends on both Thursday and Friday respectively. I started talking to my close friend back again on Friday and we carried on like as though nothing happened the day before. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;However. I still feel weird cuz of Monday's and Wednesday's incidents on MSN. It's like I wanna chat with that person but at the same time, I'm afraid that that person might get irritated even though all I wanna do is to just chat and get to know the person better now that we're close friends. I took Syirah's advice but still. I can't help but feel weird. Afraid. Paranoid even. Even just now when I chatted with the person for a while on MSN, I could still sense the unhappiness but then again, it could just be me. Ohwells. &lt;i&gt;shrugs shoulders&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Let's just let time do it's thang and nature take it's course.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6027761437656023845-2502343077398004493?l=balminaswashere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://balminaswashere.blogspot.com/feeds/2502343077398004493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6027761437656023845&amp;postID=2502343077398004493' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6027761437656023845/posts/default/2502343077398004493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6027761437656023845/posts/default/2502343077398004493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://balminaswashere.blogspot.com/2010/05/saturday-night-fever.html' title='Saturday Night Fever'/><author><name>BaLmiNaS DzuLkArNaiN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11248951525265696906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UGWou3BnWts/SLN8xvoJmsI/AAAAAAAAAAM/V7GzXtxl5Ls/S220/me!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6027761437656023845.post-8726315087255535890</id><published>2010-04-28T17:21:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-28T17:33:41.375+08:00</updated><title type='text'>CP 83!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Heyho! Like I told myself. I will only blog on my off days. And today is my off day from school. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;I'm like freaking sleepy. I only covered 3 1/2 pages of the CP 83 symbols. I'm left to memorise another 6 1/2 pages more by &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;TOMORROW&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; for our IDC class test. Pfft. Stupid James. School of Design &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;NEVER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; had exams before until he came in.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Chocolates give me &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;ORGASMS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;! I ate 2 slices of bread, both of which were spread richly with &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;NUTELLA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Zakk must so love this. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;So last night, I ate dinner at Ikea Tampines with Hui Shan and Eileen. I wanted to eat the meatballs, as recommended by the both of them and by my lil brother, Joash, but sadly, those freaking meatballs had P.O.R.K in them. Sheesh. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;*roll eyes*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; So I had my. Err. Chicken leg? (forgot the name of the dish) instead plus my blueberry cheesecake. The blueberry cheesecake was super awesome! I had jeez in my pants, just eating that. *smiles*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Ok. I don't know why my post today is full of porn related stuff. Guess I'm going crazy looking at nothing but all those mofo DID symbols for the whole day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Thanks Ella for your wonderful advice and for being there for me. Things between us are fine now. Guess it was just me being. Well. Me. But all the same. I guess you were right. I don't really wanna lose everything all cuz of a simple comment. Thanks again dear! I love you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Damn I need a new pair of shoes! But I don't know &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;WHAT BRAND TO GET!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6027761437656023845-8726315087255535890?l=balminaswashere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://balminaswashere.blogspot.com/feeds/8726315087255535890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6027761437656023845&amp;postID=8726315087255535890' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6027761437656023845/posts/default/8726315087255535890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6027761437656023845/posts/default/8726315087255535890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://balminaswashere.blogspot.com/2010/04/cp-83.html' title='CP 83!'/><author><name>BaLmiNaS DzuLkArNaiN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11248951525265696906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UGWou3BnWts/SLN8xvoJmsI/AAAAAAAAAAM/V7GzXtxl5Ls/S220/me!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6027761437656023845.post-401572123300879252</id><published>2010-04-25T18:29:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-25T19:49:58.169+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Last blog entry for the week</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;My last blog entry for the week! Wee!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;So I spent the entire weekend at home doing my assignments. Jyeah. I know. I have no life. It's a common thing for &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;ALL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; design students once school reopens. I'm a Year 2 student now and boy. Am I &lt;s&gt;looking forward&lt;/s&gt; to it. Oh well. At least I'm keeping up with the first week's assignments for now, as I've done most of it &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;EXCEPT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; for the revising and memorising of the CP 83 symbols for this Thursday's IDC class test, something which I'll tackle &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;AFTER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Idol Gives Back on Channel 5. I don't know whether this new attitude of mine towards my assignments will remain the same and be consistent throughout the whole year or whether it will simply run out of steam and ends up with me falling back towards my old attitude, which is to chiong. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Oh well. &lt;i&gt;shrugs shoulders&lt;/i&gt; Take things one lil baby step at a time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Anyway, I honestly pity the freshies. It's only the first week and they are already complaining of the workload. 30 sketches, self portrait and hand drawing, &lt;leo_highlight style="border-bottom: 2px solid rgb(255, 255, 150); background-color: transparent; background-image: none; background-repeat: repeat; background-attachment: scroll; background-position: 0% 50%; -moz-background-size: auto auto; cursor: pointer; display: inline; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" id="leoHighlights_Underline_0" onclick="leoHighlightsHandleClick('leoHighlights_Underline_0')" onmouseover="leoHighlightsHandleMouseOver('leoHighlights_Underline_0')" onmouseout="leoHighlightsHandleMouseOut('leoHighlights_Underline_0')" leohighlights_keywords="perspective" leohighlights_url_top="http%3A//shortcuts.thebrowserhighlighter.com/leonardo/plugin/highlights/3_1/tbh_highlightsTop.jsp?keywords%3Dperspective%26domain%3Dwww.blogger.com" leohighlights_url_bottom="http%3A//shortcuts.thebrowserhighlighter.com/leonardo/plugin/highlights/3_1/tbh_highlightsBottom.jsp?keywords%3Dperspective%26domain%3Dwww.blogger.com" leohighlights_underline="true"&gt;perspective&lt;/leo_highlight&gt; drawing, essay and mindmap, color wheel, paint ball. Based on what I heard from my lil brother, Joash, most of them are on the verge of giving up just cuz the color wheel is too hard for them. I was like &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;'FUCK NO. The color wheel is the most basic piece of shit to do! If they can't even do the basics and already feel like giving up at the very start, they'll suffer in the long run and they've got like what? 2 MORE YEARS TO GO!'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Come on freshie babies. &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;DON'T GIVE UP.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; Your seniors have and are currently going through the same thing. Stress. Sleepless nights. Chionging our asses off. This is only the basics so please do &lt;b&gt;NOT&lt;/b&gt; give up. You give up now and you'll pay for it in the future. Approach any of your seniors for tips or guidance cuz you guys are just like our younger siblings and as Fah puts it, her babies, which I whole-heartedly agree.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Oh well. Gonna start revising for my CP 83 test now. 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rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://balminaswashere.blogspot.com/2010/04/my-last-blog-entry-for-week-wee-so-i.html' title='Last blog entry for the week'/><author><name>BaLmiNaS DzuLkArNaiN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11248951525265696906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UGWou3BnWts/SLN8xvoJmsI/AAAAAAAAAAM/V7GzXtxl5Ls/S220/me!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6027761437656023845.post-7044014782520269317</id><published>2010-04-23T09:00:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-23T09:15:35.594+08:00</updated><title type='text'>1st week of school</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Well well well. What can I say? First week of school is almost over. I said almost over cuz I'm currently having my TOD lecture now and I swear. The way Ellen lectures us is enough to put even an insomniac to sleep. -.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Monday: MAKE workshop = Super awesome! Made our own wallets. Not literally though. Just out of paper.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Tuesday: IDC ended 2 hours early. Had a 4 hour break before CRS started at 2. Lecturer for CRS is Norman New and he's super fun!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Wednesday: OFF DAY FOR DID STUDENTS! V&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;isited Kakak in the hospital with Adek, Mama and the family.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;I'm officially an UNCLE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Thursday: GEMS was uber fun cuz Fah, Xinyi, Nadia and Jennifer were in the same class as me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Fri: TOD lecture. I mentioned above already. Gonna lunch with Isaac's and Nad's group later!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UGWou3BnWts/S9D0ckP2EgI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/3Gz96GiYLz8/s1600/DSC06471.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UGWou3BnWts/S9D0ckP2EgI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/3Gz96GiYLz8/s200/DSC06471.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463135119604060674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;My niece. Nur Tiara Marsya. Ain't she a cute lil thang?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6027761437656023845-7044014782520269317?l=balminaswashere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://balminaswashere.blogspot.com/feeds/7044014782520269317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6027761437656023845&amp;postID=7044014782520269317' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6027761437656023845/posts/default/7044014782520269317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6027761437656023845/posts/default/7044014782520269317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://balminaswashere.blogspot.com/2010/04/1st-week-of-school.html' title='1st week of school'/><author><name>BaLmiNaS DzuLkArNaiN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11248951525265696906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UGWou3BnWts/SLN8xvoJmsI/AAAAAAAAAAM/V7GzXtxl5Ls/S220/me!.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UGWou3BnWts/S9D0ckP2EgI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/3Gz96GiYLz8/s72-c/DSC06471.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6027761437656023845.post-7806926183388193745</id><published>2010-04-18T14:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-18T14:14:27.451+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Batam</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Heyho!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Yesterday, I went to Batam with Zakk, Az, Kelly and Rahmat. We had a ball of a time! We started the trip off by heading to this salon recommended by Az to do a 'Cream Buff' as stated by Az' mom. It was some kinda hair treatment for dyed/bleached/highlighted hair cum massage. It was awesome! We enjoyed the hair treatment and the massage so much that Zakk, Kelly and myself actually fell asleep! By the end of the treatment, all our hairs were soft and smelt lovely.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Proceeded to Holland's Bakery after that where we bought all sorts of pastries and cakes to fill our tummies. The pastries there were DELICIOUS I tell you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Made our way to Nagoya Hill to eat our lunch at A&amp;amp;W. ROOT BEER FLOAT FTW! After a huge lunch, we went around and did our shopping. I bought for myself a denim jacket, 3 bottles of perfume (Emporio Armani Diamonds, Escada and Hugo Boss; I'm giving the Escada to my granny) and a brown Dolce &amp;amp; Gabbana leather belt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Headed for dinner at Bukit Senyum. The Java food was splendid! I ate 2 rounds and by the end of dinner, I swear my jeans were getting tighter. Headed back to Batam Centre to do some more shopping where I bought a black beads bracelet (I'm in love with beads. Can't help it), a reggae necklace, a brown reggae beanie, a rope bracelet for my younger brother and 3 personalized wooden bracelets for myself and 2 of my friends. Wanted to get more stuff for other people but sadly, I had no more money. ):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Proceeded back to Singapore where all of us slept in the ferry throughout the entire journey cuz we were damn shagged.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;How I wish the entire GYLC peeps were there with us. It would be much more fun! Nvm. There's another Batam trip coming up soon!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6027761437656023845-7806926183388193745?l=balminaswashere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://balminaswashere.blogspot.com/feeds/7806926183388193745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6027761437656023845&amp;postID=7806926183388193745' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6027761437656023845/posts/default/7806926183388193745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6027761437656023845/posts/default/7806926183388193745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://balminaswashere.blogspot.com/2010/04/batam.html' title='Batam'/><author><name>BaLmiNaS DzuLkArNaiN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11248951525265696906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UGWou3BnWts/SLN8xvoJmsI/AAAAAAAAAAM/V7GzXtxl5Ls/S220/me!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6027761437656023845.post-1102060898020296170</id><published>2010-04-16T23:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-16T23:57:41.646+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Boring party</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;"&gt;I can't believe that I was actually looking forward to the Orientation Party. I mean. After last year's party, I thought it was gonna be a blast but sadly, it was boring for a lot of reasons.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;"&gt;1st. The song choices from the most well-known, professional DJ, DJ Koflow totally suck balls. Matter of fact, he wasn't even playing any songs at all. He simply played stupid beats and rhythms that were not meant for dancing and which couldn't even warm up the dancefloor. I mean. How the fuck did he expect the freshies and the seniors to dance to stupid beats, that are not even PLAYED IN CLUBS?! Imagine DJ Koflow playing Single Ladies for only like 5 or 10 seconds before reverting back to the stupid mofo beats. WTF? The school's DJ did a slightly better job than him. My close friend told me that the reason why he played those beats was because he saw no one dancing so he played them to warm up the dancefloor and get people dancing. I'm like 'How the fuck does he expect people to dance if he plays those kinda stupid mother fucking songs?'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;"&gt;2nd. The dancefloor was only open from 7.30 to 9, comparing to last year's which lasted till 11.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;"&gt;3rd. The turnout for the party last year was wayyyyy better than this year's.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;"&gt;4th. The SD Dance Club took a freaking long time to showcase their performance/dance battle which was sucky as compared to last year's.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lastly, no one was allowed to sit on the seats before the party started which is such a bummer cuz last year, everyone was allowed to sit before the party and the moment the dancefloor was open, everyone got up and flocked to the dancefloor like a pack of eagles to a carcass.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;"&gt;However, the Flag Day was fun. Hung out with all the GLs and the OCs and helpers at KFC and MacDonalds at Hougang. Slacked at Zakk's crib with Hannah and helped her choose her outfits. Partied. Danced with the SD, SMA and ABE peeps and freshies. Hung out with the SD clique and the skaters at the taxi stand. Went back home with Afiq.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Today. I was super shagged. Been waking up early the past 4 days due to orientation. Went to Harbourfront in the evening to send Khairil Sapuan off to Russia for his attachment. Surprised him actually as I told him that I 'wasn't' coming. :D Had dinner with Az and Zakk at the HarbourFront hawker centre. The roti john was bland but the mutton chops were oh-so-delicious.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tomorrow, I'm off to Batam. Supposed to be a GYLC reunion but sadly, only 5 out of the 50/60/70+ peeps are going. Sigh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6027761437656023845-1102060898020296170?l=balminaswashere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://balminaswashere.blogspot.com/feeds/1102060898020296170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6027761437656023845&amp;postID=1102060898020296170' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6027761437656023845/posts/default/1102060898020296170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6027761437656023845/posts/default/1102060898020296170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://balminaswashere.blogspot.com/2010/04/boring-party.html' title='Boring party'/><author><name>BaLmiNaS DzuLkArNaiN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11248951525265696906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UGWou3BnWts/SLN8xvoJmsI/AAAAAAAAAAM/V7GzXtxl5Ls/S220/me!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6027761437656023845.post-4133073328101471330</id><published>2010-04-15T01:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-15T01:12:34.635+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Party</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ok. Today is Thursday. Yesterday was the third day of FOP. I floated around. Hung out with Amirah's group (Group 1) at MLT 1 first. Lunch-ed with them at FC 5.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;After lunch, I hung out and played games with Group 2 (Isaac's and Nadia's group). I have to say that their group had like some of the most loudest and outgoing members ever! They were very sporty. I like! We played the murderer and 2 Lies and 1 Truth game. Had an awesome time with them!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I think I misunderstood what Isaac and Nadia said. No. I ACTUALLY misunderstood. All the same, I had fun with their group!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;PARTY TIME!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6027761437656023845-4133073328101471330?l=balminaswashere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://balminaswashere.blogspot.com/feeds/4133073328101471330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6027761437656023845&amp;postID=4133073328101471330' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6027761437656023845/posts/default/4133073328101471330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6027761437656023845/posts/default/4133073328101471330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://balminaswashere.blogspot.com/2010/04/party.html' title='Party'/><author><name>BaLmiNaS DzuLkArNaiN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11248951525265696906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UGWou3BnWts/SLN8xvoJmsI/AAAAAAAAAAM/V7GzXtxl5Ls/S220/me!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6027761437656023845.post-1304863150897938276</id><published>2010-04-13T21:39:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-13T22:25:41.038+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2nd day of FOP</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Today was the second day of FOP. It was ok. I had fun during Zombie Attack. Paired up with Qom to distract and attack the various groups as we were the DISTRACTION ZOMBIES. Hahaha! Frankly speaking, we kinda like distracted and fooled the freshies. Bombed them and got them to chase us all over the school only to have them find out that we don't have the letters they're looking for.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;I was so exhausted from all that running that I went back to MLT1, removed my T-shirt and laid down on the FLOOR. HAHAH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I had a nice little chat with Qom just now. We talked about almost everything and through talking, we came to realize that no matter how small or how big a sentence or an action is, it always end with a lesson learnt if we're looking for one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Anyways, I'm gonna rest now. Wanna watch CSI later.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6027761437656023845-1304863150897938276?l=balminaswashere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://balminaswashere.blogspot.com/feeds/1304863150897938276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6027761437656023845&amp;postID=1304863150897938276' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6027761437656023845/posts/default/1304863150897938276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6027761437656023845/posts/default/1304863150897938276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://balminaswashere.blogspot.com/2010/04/2nd-day-of-fop.html' title='2nd day of FOP'/><author><name>BaLmiNaS DzuLkArNaiN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11248951525265696906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UGWou3BnWts/SLN8xvoJmsI/AAAAAAAAAAM/V7GzXtxl5Ls/S220/me!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6027761437656023845.post-3626389326199384101</id><published>2010-04-12T22:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-12T22:10:56.942+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Today was my first day of orientation. Nopes. Not as a freshie but as a floater.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Qom and I attached ourselves to Han Wei's and Sarah's group and spiced things up by playing brand new games and creating new forfeits. Damn awesome! The freshies were definitely lively and fucking awesome! Fuck jyeah!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Looking forward to tomorrow. Truth is, I'm down with fever and a bad sore throat now but I don't fucking care cuz I'm still gonna attend all the orientation days and have a blast with the freshies. I would much rather have fun with them than stay at home cooped up in bed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6027761437656023845-3626389326199384101?l=balminaswashere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://balminaswashere.blogspot.com/feeds/3626389326199384101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6027761437656023845&amp;postID=3626389326199384101' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6027761437656023845/posts/default/3626389326199384101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6027761437656023845/posts/default/3626389326199384101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://balminaswashere.blogspot.com/2010/04/today-was-my-first-day-of-orientation.html' title=''/><author><name>BaLmiNaS DzuLkArNaiN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11248951525265696906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UGWou3BnWts/SLN8xvoJmsI/AAAAAAAAAAM/V7GzXtxl5Ls/S220/me!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6027761437656023845.post-468836570897509725</id><published>2010-04-11T11:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-11T11:18:55.102+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Yesterday I couldn't be bothered to blog cuz I was damn tired. So here I am blogging about... YESTERDAY. Ok. Pretty lame but who the hell cares?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Yesterday, after such a freaking long time, we finally managed to get a FULL HOUSE NNK CLAN REUNION-CUM-OUTING. We picnic-ed at Marina Barrage. Slacked at the Esplanade. Lots of food plus 1 bottle of Green Tea were downed in less than half an hour as all of us were famished by the time we arrived at Marina Barrage.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Surprisingly, Marina Barrage wasn't as windy as I thought it would be. The last time I went there, the wind was blowing so strong that my hair was actually ruined. Yesterday, the wind wasn't even blowing yet the ironic thing is that kites could still fly. Weird much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Anyways, I think I better go to work now although I'm seriously lazy to do so. FRESHMEN ORIENTATION PROGRAMME-CUM-PARTY THIS WEEK! WEEEEEE!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6027761437656023845-468836570897509725?l=balminaswashere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://balminaswashere.blogspot.com/feeds/468836570897509725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6027761437656023845&amp;postID=468836570897509725' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6027761437656023845/posts/default/468836570897509725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6027761437656023845/posts/default/468836570897509725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://balminaswashere.blogspot.com/2010/04/yesterday-i-couldnt-be-bothered-to-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>BaLmiNaS DzuLkArNaiN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11248951525265696906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UGWou3BnWts/SLN8xvoJmsI/AAAAAAAAAAM/V7GzXtxl5Ls/S220/me!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6027761437656023845.post-7260245123602277336</id><published>2010-04-09T23:47:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-10T13:39:10.796+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Teh</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Hey. Today, I went down to SP for a meeting with the SD OCs to finalize everything for FOP next week. I ain't a GL. Instead, I'm a helper-cum-floater which is much more fun compared to becoming a GL. Cuz I get to float around (like duh) and mingle around with ALL the freshies. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;After the meeting, I headed down to KGC/Sarbats with the SD clique (Fah, Sam, Sya, Az, Khairil, Zach, Sherman, Qom, Abdul) to drink teh, have our dinner and enjoy each other's company. Zakk, Fi, Hannah, Afiq Juraimi and myself were the last ones to leave. The rest left earlier cuz some just wanted to go home while some had a party to attend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6027761437656023845-7260245123602277336?l=balminaswashere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://balminaswashere.blogspot.com/feeds/7260245123602277336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6027761437656023845&amp;postID=7260245123602277336' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6027761437656023845/posts/default/7260245123602277336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6027761437656023845/posts/default/7260245123602277336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://balminaswashere.blogspot.com/2010/04/teh.html' title='Teh'/><author><name>BaLmiNaS DzuLkArNaiN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11248951525265696906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UGWou3BnWts/SLN8xvoJmsI/AAAAAAAAAAM/V7GzXtxl5Ls/S220/me!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6027761437656023845.post-9001217624784166937</id><published>2010-04-08T13:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-08T13:17:38.534+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sometimes</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;At times, I find myself regretting. What is that I regret? Guess I regret the day that I met you. If I had known that this was how it would turn out to be, I would never ever have allowed you to walk into my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;What's the point of walking into my life if you're only gonna walk out of it time and again and leave me stranded?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;You have no God-damn idea how much it hurts me to see you walk in and out of my life like a hotel room.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6027761437656023845-9001217624784166937?l=balminaswashere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://balminaswashere.blogspot.com/feeds/9001217624784166937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6027761437656023845&amp;postID=9001217624784166937' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6027761437656023845/posts/default/9001217624784166937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6027761437656023845/posts/default/9001217624784166937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://balminaswashere.blogspot.com/2010/04/sometimes.html' title='Sometimes'/><author><name>BaLmiNaS DzuLkArNaiN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11248951525265696906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UGWou3BnWts/SLN8xvoJmsI/AAAAAAAAAAM/V7GzXtxl5Ls/S220/me!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6027761437656023845.post-2267419983468536981</id><published>2010-04-07T02:14:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-07T02:23:38.566+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New blogskin</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Ok. Changed my blogskin like finally!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Digging the layout. Inspired by FOC's party night where I was a dancewhore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Anyways, I just realised. I haven't shaved since the start of Day Zero of FOP. No. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;N&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;OT MY PUBIC HAIR YOU CUNTHEADS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; My moustache and beard. And it's growing. Eww. I aged 10 years just by having a beard and moustache. YUCK.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Meeting Hamzah later on at Aljunied MRT station at around 6+ in the evening. Hopefully I make it back in time before American Idol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;FOP next week. Final preparation meeting this coming Friday with Kelly. Loving it. Becoming a GL again for FOP and &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I HOPE THAT I CAN GET A MORE LOUD AND OUTGOING GROUP FOR FOP THIS TIME ROUND AS COMPARED TO MY GROUP FOR FOC WHERE EVERYONE WAS SO QUIET THAT YOU COULD LITERALLY HEAR THE CRICKETS CALLING IN THE CEMETERY IF YOU PLACED THEM THERE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Wow. That was a huge rant. Now that that's off my chest, I honestly hope that the group I'm in charge of for FOP will be a more noisier batch. I don't like quiet groups cuz they don't take the initiative to do anything and will simply depend on the GL when it's their camp/program. -.- For God's sake, we are &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;DESIGN KIDS &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;and design kids are &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;CRAZY MOTHER FUCKING BITCHES! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Ok. Gtg. I wanna shit. Kthxbye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6027761437656023845-2267419983468536981?l=balminaswashere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://balminaswashere.blogspot.com/feeds/2267419983468536981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6027761437656023845&amp;postID=2267419983468536981' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6027761437656023845/posts/default/2267419983468536981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6027761437656023845/posts/default/2267419983468536981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://balminaswashere.blogspot.com/2010/04/new-blogskin.html' title='New blogskin'/><author><name>BaLmiNaS DzuLkArNaiN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11248951525265696906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UGWou3BnWts/SLN8xvoJmsI/AAAAAAAAAAM/V7GzXtxl5Ls/S220/me!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6027761437656023845.post-4623128051462615756</id><published>2010-04-06T00:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-06T01:21:10.670+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cherry on top of a shagged day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hey! I'm back from FOC!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ok. FOC was super awesome. Although my group was like lackluster in terms of team spirit and communication and they relied heavily on Nicole and myself to do the tasks and make the decisions for them when they're supposed to decide as a team, since it's their camp, we walked away with a top prize in terms of overall scoring for the entire 3d2n camp.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Part of the clique came on Day Zero just to hang out and spend time with each other. We didn't sleep a wink at all that night. Come to think of it, almost all of us barely slept a wink over the 3 nights we stayed in school (We came for a total of 4d3n). We only like power-napped for 1 or 2 hours and pushed ourselves beyond our limits for the remaining 22-23 hours.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;First day of camp came. The freshies came. All of our exhaustion just drifted away with the wind when we met the freshies cuz we were wholly overjoyed at seeing their faces, as we knew that camp had officially begun and the fun was just getting started.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Nicole and myself became GLs of the most boring group ever. Boring in what sense? What I mentioned in the very first paragraph of this post. and I won't bother repeating it. We played ice-breaker games, had the group members introduce themselves to one another, bunked in, changed and played wet games. The water slide was fucking fun! I played the slide over and over again and I thoroughly enjoyed the wet games so much that by the time nightfall came, my back injury started acting up again at its very worst to the extend that I could barely bend down or walk without feeling the pain. Wet games + wet and cold weather = BAD. I asked Hidayat to massage my back and Raymond somehow found out about my back injury and gave me the 'koyok' as my granny calls it to paste on my aching back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;~Thanks guys. Appreciated it. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Dinner came. Showered before that. Sang camp songs. Played Angels and Demons. Freaking awesome!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Second day of the camp, we played a skit game as well as Zombie Attack and the station games. All night games were cancelled due to a lack of time and we dived straight into Shim Night and Party Night. All the shims were awesome, especially Hakim from Azlina's group. Poor Isaac got 'attacked/seduced' by the shims and was exposed to one of the shims' right ass. HAHAHAHA! K7 was a damn great host.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Got the freshies to stand in a circle on the dancefloor surrounding the gals and the Shim of the Year. Party started with Benny Benassi's Satisfaction. The moment K7 told them to dance, most of the freshies walked/ran away from the dancefloor and stood either at the edge of the dancefloor or they shifted into the adjacent rooms. Only the GLS, OCs and helpers were conquering the dancefloor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Soon, we pulled in the freshies to dance along with us. I guessed they needed time to warm up cuz initially, they were hesitant when we pulled them in and kept on backing out but when they saw how much fun we were having, eventually, the FRESHIES conquered the dancefloor and by their expressions, they had a tremendous amount of fun!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;MISSION ACCOMPLISHED!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I admit. I was a dance whore. I multi-tasked in between DJ-ing for the party and dancing my fucking ass off in the middle of the dancefloor like there wasn't any tomorrow. Luckily, I had K7, Allen, Er Yu and Nadia to help me DJ as well for the party and choose the songs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;~THANKS GUYS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I swear I danced so vigorously and aggressively till my entire t-shirt and towel was drenched with my sweat. But I had fun. I needed the adrenaline high that only dancing could give me just to forget about that particular person, whom I unfortunately bumped into today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6027761437656023845-4623128051462615756?l=balminaswashere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://balminaswashere.blogspot.com/feeds/4623128051462615756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6027761437656023845&amp;postID=4623128051462615756' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6027761437656023845/posts/default/4623128051462615756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6027761437656023845/posts/default/4623128051462615756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://balminaswashere.blogspot.com/2010/04/cherry-on-top-of-shagged-day.html' title='Cherry on top of a shagged day'/><author><name>BaLmiNaS DzuLkArNaiN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11248951525265696906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UGWou3BnWts/SLN8xvoJmsI/AAAAAAAAAAM/V7GzXtxl5Ls/S220/me!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6027761437656023845.post-3737489635219111929</id><published>2010-04-03T06:28:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-03T06:32:20.425+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Its the third of April. FOC today!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;But Zakk, Hanah, Afiq Juraimi, Fah, Rina and myself have been here since yesterday night. We played Go Fish (excluding Fah darling as she had to attend the OC meetings and briefings) and watched Mean Girls. Old story but jyeah. We dig that show.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Anyways, I went to Malaysia at the very last minute on a Thursday with my family. Superbly happy as I got to get half of my makeover done. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6027761437656023845-3737489635219111929?l=balminaswashere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://balminaswashere.blogspot.com/feeds/3737489635219111929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6027761437656023845&amp;postID=3737489635219111929' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6027761437656023845/posts/default/3737489635219111929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6027761437656023845/posts/default/3737489635219111929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://balminaswashere.blogspot.com/2010/04/its-third-of-april.html' title=''/><author><name>BaLmiNaS DzuLkArNaiN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11248951525265696906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UGWou3BnWts/SLN8xvoJmsI/AAAAAAAAAAM/V7GzXtxl5Ls/S220/me!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6027761437656023845.post-8148153338677855660</id><published>2010-04-01T00:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-01T00:05:29.027+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Last day of March</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hey3 readers. Jyeah. I haven't blogged much cuz I don't see the need to. I mean. All I've been doing for the past 2 weeks is work. If it's my off day, I don't even go out at all for the most part. Instead, I'll laze around at home and watch TV and play games on my laptop. Except for the days when I accompanied my older brother to the clinic and had a photoshoot at Pasir Ris Park.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Anyways, why I'm blogging is simple.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;RIS LOW.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I know I'm kinda outdated but seriously. What the FUCK was Mediacorp thinking when they took her in as their DJ and dumped her in the EVENING PRIMETIME SLOT with Shan and Rozz?? Shan and Rozz are already good enough on their own yet Mediacorp chose to throw in a bloody bimbo, who spells MERRY as MARRY and who can't even speak proper English, let alone co-host one, in their show? What exactly happened to 987fm's standards of employing people who can speak perfect English?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Buzz off Ris Low. I make a better DJ than you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6027761437656023845-8148153338677855660?l=balminaswashere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://balminaswashere.blogspot.com/feeds/8148153338677855660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6027761437656023845&amp;postID=8148153338677855660' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6027761437656023845/posts/default/8148153338677855660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6027761437656023845/posts/default/8148153338677855660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://balminaswashere.blogspot.com/2010/04/last-day-of-march.html' title='Last day of March'/><author><name>BaLmiNaS DzuLkArNaiN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11248951525265696906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UGWou3BnWts/SLN8xvoJmsI/AAAAAAAAAAM/V7GzXtxl5Ls/S220/me!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6027761437656023845.post-4993681432411477490</id><published>2010-03-24T11:32:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-24T11:40:29.065+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Disappointed</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I woke up early in the morning to that anxious nauseous feeling. Showered, came online, went to SAS and my results were there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;SEM GPA: 2.365&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;CUMULATIVE GPA: 2.35&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'm like WTF?! My SEM GPA only went up 0.032?! I tried so fucking hard and &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;REBUILT MY TETRIS UNIT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; like 4 or 5 times due to the fact that it kept on fucking collapsing on me. I tried to make my storyboards look NICE! I broke my head open for the tetris unit drawings, with Alip's tips and guidance. I practiced my free-hand and perspective drawings! Only to get what?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;1 A, 2 Cs and the rest C+.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I always have the ideas but the shit is I have absolutely no idea how to bring my ideas to real life and how to extract my ideas from my mind and implement it in reality. And in my mind, the ideas are &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;OH-SO-GORGEOUS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; but when I &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;DO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; manage to bring it to life, it &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;looks like SHIT and it looks NOTHING like how I envisioned it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Fuck la. Why the fuck am I taking this design course when I don't even have any design background.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6027761437656023845-4993681432411477490?l=balminaswashere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://balminaswashere.blogspot.com/feeds/4993681432411477490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6027761437656023845&amp;postID=4993681432411477490' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6027761437656023845/posts/default/4993681432411477490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6027761437656023845/posts/default/4993681432411477490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://balminaswashere.blogspot.com/2010/03/disappointed.html' title='Disappointed'/><author><name>BaLmiNaS DzuLkArNaiN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11248951525265696906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UGWou3BnWts/SLN8xvoJmsI/AAAAAAAAAAM/V7GzXtxl5Ls/S220/me!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6027761437656023845.post-4191052634812120986</id><published>2010-03-21T14:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-21T14:22:28.920+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Camp</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;The last leadership training camp was super fun. The games were great although there were a few minor glitches here and there but overall, it was fun! Hahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'm a GL! Woohoo! My wish came true! Can't wait to meet the new freshies next 2 weeks! Cuz the FOC is in next 2 weeks!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6027761437656023845-4191052634812120986?l=balminaswashere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://balminaswashere.blogspot.com/feeds/4191052634812120986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6027761437656023845&amp;postID=4191052634812120986' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6027761437656023845/posts/default/4191052634812120986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6027761437656023845/posts/default/4191052634812120986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://balminaswashere.blogspot.com/2010/03/camp.html' title='Camp'/><author><name>BaLmiNaS DzuLkArNaiN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11248951525265696906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UGWou3BnWts/SLN8xvoJmsI/AAAAAAAAAAM/V7GzXtxl5Ls/S220/me!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6027761437656023845.post-9140458041738463502</id><published>2010-03-18T00:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-18T00:20:33.299+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Guys Day Out</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hey. So today, we had the Guys Day Out and by that, I mean myself and both my brothers, Ridzuan and Izdihar. We went to 313, Centrepoint, The Heeren, Cathay, Ion and Vivo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;After Iz left at around 6+, Ridz and I proceeded to SGH to visit my older brother, who was hospitalised due to a road accident. Stupid.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;*Abg, rempit lagy ar. Rempit lagy. -.-*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Now, I'm at home and I'm super duper sleepy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;*Thanks Sue for helping me to tag the pictures*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6027761437656023845-9140458041738463502?l=balminaswashere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://balminaswashere.blogspot.com/feeds/9140458041738463502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6027761437656023845&amp;postID=9140458041738463502' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6027761437656023845/posts/default/9140458041738463502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6027761437656023845/posts/default/9140458041738463502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://balminaswashere.blogspot.com/2010/03/guys-day-out.html' title='Guys Day Out'/><author><name>BaLmiNaS DzuLkArNaiN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11248951525265696906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UGWou3BnWts/SLN8xvoJmsI/AAAAAAAAAAM/V7GzXtxl5Ls/S220/me!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6027761437656023845.post-3827907994489687049</id><published>2010-03-13T21:10:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-13T23:25:31.173+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;I swear I hate myself now. I actually somehow became like the old me again today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Why must I be so paranoid? Why can't I just trust life? Why do I not have faith in love (friendship, siblings, relationships)?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Now, I know I screwed up. I tried so hard to kick out the old bad habits but they still come back to haunt me. I've affected our recently mended friendship, that took so hard to mend back again. It was all MY fault.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Yes. I'm dead beat. It's been a very busy 2 weeks and it's gonna be another hectic week next week. Plus too much cigarettes and booze in my blood and lack of sleep for the past 2 weeks in addition to physically exhausting activities, like working and going out, is really making me emotional and playing games with my mind. Making me utter nonsensical crap that I would come to regret saying later.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Doing things that would give people the wrong idea of me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I hate being this way. In fact, I hate myself. It's like no matter how hard I try, my past still comes back and take over me at times. I wanna get rid of it but it's so hard.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Now, snippets of our conversation we had yesterday and earlier on are replaying over and over again in my head. It's making me break down even more. Cuz I know I was entirely at fault. You say it's ok. You say you will forget it cuz it's just a small matter. But knowing the fact that you were irritated/pissed with me cuz of me brings me down even more cuz I failed miserably when I said I wanted to kick that habit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;If only you knew how much I'm willing to do and go through just so that I don't lose you. If only you knew how much I really love you. If only you knew how much I really treasure you. Either you know it and you just ignore or you don't even know it at all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've disappointed you. Then again, you don't even realize how hard it is for me to turn over a new leaf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;There's nothing else that I can say or do right now. I pushed it way too hard. Till it fell off the cliff.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't deserve to be here. )':&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6027761437656023845-3827907994489687049?l=balminaswashere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://balminaswashere.blogspot.com/feeds/3827907994489687049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6027761437656023845&amp;postID=3827907994489687049' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6027761437656023845/posts/default/3827907994489687049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6027761437656023845/posts/default/3827907994489687049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://balminaswashere.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-swear-i-hate-myself-now.html' title=''/><author><name>BaLmiNaS DzuLkArNaiN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11248951525265696906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UGWou3BnWts/SLN8xvoJmsI/AAAAAAAAAAM/V7GzXtxl5Ls/S220/me!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6027761437656023845.post-3166333061554965264</id><published>2010-03-13T00:15:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-13T00:21:40.494+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Super Busy</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hey. Finally I'm back in my own home. After being at Cynthia's chalet for 4 days 3 nights.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;The chalet was ok. Quite fun but sadly, somehow, the intention of creating the chalet wasn't fulfilled. It was meant to be a bonding kinda thing but most of us ended up doing our own things, myself included.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I won't go into details as to what we did at the chalet cuz these kinda things are not meant to be blogged about. But if you really wanna know, just use your common sense. What normally happens when there's a chalet? :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Today, I went out for dinner with my family at Makmur's. The food was awesome. Went walking around Tamp One after that, where my younger brother and myself bought for ourselves like 2 t-shirts each. Went to Popular at Tampines Mall to purchase my FTT book before heading off home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6027761437656023845-3166333061554965264?l=balminaswashere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://balminaswashere.blogspot.com/feeds/3166333061554965264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6027761437656023845&amp;postID=3166333061554965264' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6027761437656023845/posts/default/3166333061554965264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6027761437656023845/posts/default/3166333061554965264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://balminaswashere.blogspot.com/2010/03/super-busy.html' title='Super Busy'/><author><name>BaLmiNaS DzuLkArNaiN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11248951525265696906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UGWou3BnWts/SLN8xvoJmsI/AAAAAAAAAAM/V7GzXtxl5Ls/S220/me!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6027761437656023845.post-4782005423730578581</id><published>2010-03-08T12:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-08T12:40:12.259+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Random</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I have a fear of commitment. I have a fear of loving people even though I ain't afraid to express my love for them. Why? Simple.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I DON'T WANNA GET HURT AGAIN.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;And I'm not just talking about BGRs. I'm also talking about friendships and stuff. I just don't wanna go through the whole agonizing process of losing the ones I love due to mishaps and stuff.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I saw my younger brother's facebook status. In a way, he was right. Trust no one except for yourself. I trust those closest to me but even then, I have my doubts at time. You can't blame me for being paranoid cuz I was backstabbed and had my name dragged through the mud and was even falsely accused of something I did NOT even do in the first place but a &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;MOTHER-FUCKING SKANKY BIATCH&lt;/span&gt;, whom I &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;THOUGHT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; was my &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;BEST FRIEND FOR 3 YEARS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; No Tun. It's &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;NOT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; you dear. You know who I'm talking about. It's... Urgh. I can' even mention that bitch's name without having to brush my teeth as the slightest mention of her name leaves me with this bad aftertaste in my mouth. BLUEK!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;As I grow older by the day, I reflect back on my life. On the stupid things I've done. The events that happened, be it good or bad. Thank Allah that I have my close bunch of secondary school friends, who are helping me to slowly but surely get rid of my temper.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6027761437656023845-4782005423730578581?l=balminaswashere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://balminaswashere.blogspot.com/feeds/4782005423730578581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6027761437656023845&amp;postID=4782005423730578581' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6027761437656023845/posts/default/4782005423730578581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6027761437656023845/posts/default/4782005423730578581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://balminaswashere.blogspot.com/2010/03/random.html' title='Random'/><author><name>BaLmiNaS DzuLkArNaiN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11248951525265696906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UGWou3BnWts/SLN8xvoJmsI/AAAAAAAAAAM/V7GzXtxl5Ls/S220/me!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6027761437656023845.post-8927879677199371655</id><published>2010-03-06T22:13:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-06T22:18:51.791+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Super shagged</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'm super duper shagged. I just got back home from GL's leadership training camp.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Camp was ok. Kinda like the typical camps I've attended so far in my life. Hopefully, changes that we suggested will be implemented. After all, the freshies enjoyment and impressions are at stake here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;P.S: Sometimes, I just wish that you would understand me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6027761437656023845-8927879677199371655?l=balminaswashere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://balminaswashere.blogspot.com/feeds/8927879677199371655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6027761437656023845&amp;postID=8927879677199371655' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6027761437656023845/posts/default/8927879677199371655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6027761437656023845/posts/default/8927879677199371655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://balminaswashere.blogspot.com/2010/03/super-shagged.html' title='Super shagged'/><author><name>BaLmiNaS DzuLkArNaiN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11248951525265696906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UGWou3BnWts/SLN8xvoJmsI/AAAAAAAAAAM/V7GzXtxl5Ls/S220/me!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6027761437656023845.post-7391476792899313390</id><published>2010-03-02T14:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-02T14:06:09.980+08:00</updated><title type='text'>End of Year One</title><content type='html'>&lt;p  style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;After such a long time, the SD clique finally reunited and went out together as one. Last Sunday night, almost all of us were like having an MSN conference. Yesterday (being Monday), we met up in T511 before heading out to Sarbats together to drink teh, grab our lunch and just slack together. After teh, we headed down to the smaller Nabin’s café to sheesha and just enjoy each other’s company.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Soon, almost the entire clique left. It was just the few of us, being Cyn, Rye, Afiq, Zakk and myself who headed down to Sungei Road to browse through the stuff there. After that, I bussed my ass down to SC, as taking the MRT would shorten the journey and I wanted to take the long journey back home so that I could sleep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Slacked with my secondary school (Fuckers) clique at SC then headed home and went straight to bed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Now, I'm currently in my studio, clearing it up and bringing back home with me my tons of year-long assignments. As people around me are either clearing up or throwing away their stuff or else smashing it to bits and pieces, I reminisce back of all the good times I had in this very studio throughout my entire Year One here. The laughter, tears of joy and happiness, the anxiety feeling one gets when a critique session for one is in progress, the games my SD clique and I played together in the studio while doing our assignments. It's actually sad but nevertheless, on the bright side, all of us went up to Year 2 (fingers crossed; results out by end of March). Alhamdulillah. New and more happier memories will be created. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6027761437656023845-7391476792899313390?l=balminaswashere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://balminaswashere.blogspot.com/feeds/7391476792899313390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6027761437656023845&amp;postID=7391476792899313390' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6027761437656023845/posts/default/7391476792899313390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6027761437656023845/posts/default/7391476792899313390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://balminaswashere.blogspot.com/2010/03/end-of-year-one.html' title='End of Year One'/><author><name>BaLmiNaS DzuLkArNaiN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11248951525265696906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UGWou3BnWts/SLN8xvoJmsI/AAAAAAAAAAM/V7GzXtxl5Ls/S220/me!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6027761437656023845.post-4943198473519204286</id><published>2010-02-28T13:59:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-28T14:31:39.949+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Typical</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;I've been working in the F&amp;amp;B line of work for 5 years now. Throughout my 5 years in the F&amp;amp;B industry, I've met all kinds of people and by people, I do &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;NOT&lt;/span&gt; mean the staff or the people I work with and form friendships with. I mean C.U.S.T.O.M.E.R.S. Oh whattheheck? Lets just dive in.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Some customers are ever so polite with their mannerisms and their basic courtesy (Ps and Qs anyone?). They will respond very politely to you recommending the best item on the menu for them &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;(Lovely. Thank you darling. Oh wow! That does look good.) &lt;/span&gt;These kind of customers are mostly Caucasians. However, some Asians do that too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Then there's the typical Singaporean. They want everything FREE if it's possible but since it isn't, they want everything at a &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;ridiculous DISCOUNT&lt;/span&gt; or anything that  has a promotion. I mean like puhlease. Promotions/discounts or no promotions/discounts, what difference does it make? A few dollars cheaper? &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Either way, you're still paying for it so duh!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;There's also the feeling2 high class but got no bloody manners at all. These are the types who come swaggering in and make outrageous demands and try to find every little fault they can with you or your colleagues/manager or the outlet itself. They are what I call the unreasonable morons. They pay the take away charges yet they wanna dine in and we tell them politely that they can't do so cuz dine in and take away has different charges and that, it's a busy day, they will just shoot you with '&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;But I don't see anyone coming in what?'&lt;/span&gt;. -.- &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;For God's sake, you paid the TAKE AWAY charges. It's a weekend/public holiday. Go somewhereelse and eat! Funfair is it don't pay service charge yet still wanna dine in?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Then there's also the extremely rude customers who come in and start hurling vulgarities at everyone of the staff and start putting us down by saying things like &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;'All Singaporeans are rude mother fuckers'&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;*Raises eyebrows*&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;We didn't do anything to you at all and you just come in here and start shooting us out of the blue with something so absurd?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Next up teenagers. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;BLUR&lt;/span&gt; teenagers. You have to repeat &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;'Table for how many sir/mam?' &lt;/span&gt;like 4 or 5 times and all they &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;STILL&lt;/span&gt; do is smile and nod. Smile and nod. Smile and err... You get the picture. You repeat your sentence louder and louder each time until eventually, they come back down to Earth and say &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;'Oh. For 3'&lt;/span&gt;. When they wanna order from you, they speak in a voice so soft that even an ant can barely hear until you tell them &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;'Excuse me? I'm sorry but could you speak louder? I can't hear what you're saying'.&lt;/span&gt; You tell them politely yet they take offence and flash you that dirty look almost like as though you've offended them on a major scale when all you simply did was to tell them the bare facts politely. &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;*Roll eyes*&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Like hello! You're speaking so softly that even a tiny insect wouldn't be able to hear and what do you expect me to do? Just assume what your orders are and get them wrong and get fucked by you? Or bend my head lower and lower till it intrudes your personal space and make you feel so uncomfortable that you bitch about it to the manager?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;There's also the mute types. Why? They can tell you what they want but instead, they just point at whatever's in the menu that they want and they expect you to scan through the menu and write it in when they can just tell you verbally and save your time cuz it's extremely busy and you and your colleagues have got tons of things to do. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;God gave you a mouth for a reason so USE IT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;A totally random post I know but I was thinking back of all the times when my colleagues or myself had encounters with these kinda people. It isn't specifically targeted at anyone. Just randomly ranting about the past experiences.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Whoever said that Customers Are Always RIGHT should be shot up the ass.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6027761437656023845-4943198473519204286?l=balminaswashere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://balminaswashere.blogspot.com/feeds/4943198473519204286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6027761437656023845&amp;postID=4943198473519204286' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6027761437656023845/posts/default/4943198473519204286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6027761437656023845/posts/default/4943198473519204286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://balminaswashere.blogspot.com/2010/02/typical.html' title='Typical'/><author><name>BaLmiNaS DzuLkArNaiN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11248951525265696906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UGWou3BnWts/SLN8xvoJmsI/AAAAAAAAAAM/V7GzXtxl5Ls/S220/me!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6027761437656023845.post-8197041563672385490</id><published>2010-02-23T11:50:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-23T12:09:58.768+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Final Crit</title><content type='html'>What up readers! Yes! I was MIA for the past 2 weeks or so. Reason being? Assignments as per normal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyways, here goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15th Feb:&lt;br /&gt;Rested at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16th Feb:&lt;br /&gt;Working the afternoon till closing shift&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17th Feb:&lt;br /&gt;Slacked at SC. Chionged for Concept Shop &amp;amp; IDS submissions&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18th Feb:&lt;br /&gt;GEMs &amp;amp; XDM's Concept Shop presentation. Went exceedingly well, especially the XDM's presentation. For GEMs, was very well done too despite the fact that I only saw the slides on the day itself and didn't have time to prepare my script.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19th Feb:&lt;br /&gt;Submitted IDS stuffs, then headed to work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20th Feb:&lt;br /&gt;Worked. Slacked with Syaqeeq, Hanis, Yani, Fadz, Tun &amp;amp; Bob at Pasir Ris Park. Tonned the night with them (except for Bob as he left). Chionged for Kung Fu Manual &amp;amp; Dossier. Didn't sleep at all for the entire night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21st Feb:&lt;br /&gt;Slept the entire morning. Woke up at around 2+. Continued chionging till the next morning. Didn't sleep a wink at all at night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22nd Feb:&lt;br /&gt;MATech &amp;amp; IDS portfolio submission. Bumped into Sue in the MRT. Ate at Pizza Hut, Tampines Mall with her and Tun. Went back home then slacked at T.Mart with Izyan, Saiful, Razmeer and Syahrir. Prepared for presentation today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23rd Feb:&lt;br /&gt;FINAL CRITIQUE SESSION TODAY. Elaine said that I've come a long way from C.F, where I was actually struggling to get things right. She told me to read up on the best designers and par myself with their level before overtaking them. She also said that in the world of Fashion, I'm TIP-TOP and that in the world of Design, I gotta bring myself up to the very top, just like where I currently stand in the world of Fashion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Iain gave me the best advice. All along I was thinking that my Kung Fu Manual should be presentable and formal when in actual fact, it was meant to be like a scrapbook compilation of all our ideas and inspirations there. Iain told me that since I'm very fashionable and knows how to dress up, he told me to include my fashion inspirations (Dolce &amp;amp; Gabbana, Versace, Zara, Topman, Ministry of Clothing, Chanel) in my Manual and to implement fashion into interior design, due to the scale and proportions of the outfits produced by these labels. It opened up a whole new set of doors for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a personal note. I've got aLOT of people to thank. I won't write a personal message to each and everyone of you, although it's more personal that way, as the bottomline of these messages would all be the same and that is to thank you guys and to show my appreciation. Here's the list of people I would like to thank.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adek Khairil&lt;br /&gt;Tun&lt;br /&gt;Raihanah&lt;br /&gt;Aliff&lt;br /&gt;Saiful&lt;br /&gt;Izyan&lt;br /&gt;Asyiq&lt;br /&gt;Hussein&lt;br /&gt;Afiq&lt;br /&gt;Sue&lt;br /&gt;Kaz&lt;br /&gt;Aisya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You guys have helped me out tremendously. Some of you gave me pointers and tips on how to do my assignments. Some of you actually HELPED me with some of my assignments, like the Tetris Unit Model and drawings. Some of you constantly pushed me and gave me motivation and encouragement, when I broke down and was on the verge of giving up and quitting school. Thank you so much for everything. Words can't express my gratitude nor can it fully express how I feel right now. I love each and everyone of you to death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S: Break at last... After HTI and IDC. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6027761437656023845-8197041563672385490?l=balminaswashere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://balminaswashere.blogspot.com/feeds/8197041563672385490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6027761437656023845&amp;postID=8197041563672385490' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6027761437656023845/posts/default/8197041563672385490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6027761437656023845/posts/default/8197041563672385490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://balminaswashere.blogspot.com/2010/02/final-crit.html' title='Final Crit'/><author><name>BaLmiNaS DzuLkArNaiN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11248951525265696906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UGWou3BnWts/SLN8xvoJmsI/AAAAAAAAAAM/V7GzXtxl5Ls/S220/me!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6027761437656023845.post-5954643703799003999</id><published>2010-02-14T08:41:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-14T09:04:48.694+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Updates</title><content type='html'>Ok. So it's been a super long time since I last updated. What can I say? Been busy chionging for my final submissions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, since the last time I updated, I've been going down to SC every single night to slack with the Fuckers &amp;amp; Co clique while doing my assignments. Worked on Fridays. Yesterday, went to sheesha with the NNK clique plus my brother, Asyiq, and our friend, Dil. Too bad Sue and Aisya weren't there. Aisya paitau. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I'm working. Heard that the Fuckers &amp;amp; Co wanna go fishing and ton today though I'm not too sure. Will check with Ful later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For now, I wanna eat and get ready for work.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6027761437656023845-5954643703799003999?l=balminaswashere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://balminaswashere.blogspot.com/feeds/5954643703799003999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6027761437656023845&amp;postID=5954643703799003999' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6027761437656023845/posts/default/5954643703799003999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6027761437656023845/posts/default/5954643703799003999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://balminaswashere.blogspot.com/2010/02/updates.html' title='Updates'/><author><name>BaLmiNaS DzuLkArNaiN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11248951525265696906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UGWou3BnWts/SLN8xvoJmsI/AAAAAAAAAAM/V7GzXtxl5Ls/S220/me!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6027761437656023845.post-8538040059466316472</id><published>2010-02-04T09:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-04T09:26:21.045+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Busy</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ok. I know I haven't been blogging much lately, reducing my postings to just once a week. Reason being, I'm extremely busy with major assignments and submissions that are due all within a week of one another.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Anyways, here's the breakdown. I played pool with my younger brother, my best friend and part of my NNK clique. Sunday, my brother and I simply lazed around in our room, playing Zoo World on Facebook for the whole day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;For this whole weeknight, being Monday, Tuesday and Wednesday, I rushed down to SC immediately after school ended to slack with the Fuckers &amp;amp; Co clique while tackling my assignments at the same time together with Aliff and Ikin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Oops! Gtg!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6027761437656023845-8538040059466316472?l=balminaswashere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://balminaswashere.blogspot.com/feeds/8538040059466316472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6027761437656023845&amp;postID=8538040059466316472' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6027761437656023845/posts/default/8538040059466316472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6027761437656023845/posts/default/8538040059466316472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://balminaswashere.blogspot.com/2010/02/busy.html' title='Busy'/><author><name>BaLmiNaS DzuLkArNaiN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11248951525265696906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UGWou3BnWts/SLN8xvoJmsI/AAAAAAAAAAM/V7GzXtxl5Ls/S220/me!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6027761437656023845.post-7534015954831745798</id><published>2010-02-03T16:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-03T16:46:12.892+08:00</updated><title type='text'>In your face</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;4 simple words.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I HATE YOU DAD!&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/6027761437656023845-7534015954831745798?l=balminaswashere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://balminaswashere.blogspot.com/feeds/7534015954831745798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6027761437656023845&amp;postID=7534015954831745798' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6027761437656023845/posts/default/7534015954831745798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6027761437656023845/posts/default/7534015954831745798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://balminaswashere.blogspot.com/2010/02/in-your-face.html' title='In your face'/><author><name>BaLmiNaS DzuLkArNaiN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11248951525265696906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UGWou3BnWts/SLN8xvoJmsI/AAAAAAAAAAM/V7GzXtxl5Ls/S220/me!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6027761437656023845.post-7769231665104052524</id><published>2010-01-27T16:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-27T17:05:45.724+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Crash Course</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ok. Today I didn't go to school at all. Reason being? L.A.Z.Y. I seriously find it worthless to wake up so early in the morning and travel so far for just 1 FREAKING HOUR of lecture. -.- So I slept at home but woke up accidentally when my brother called me up, informing me about his JAE results. I was pissed when I heard about what he said about the JAE posting results thing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Imagine this. He applied for the courses that appeared on his course slip. If the courses appear on his course slip, then that means to say that he is eligible for those courses correct? Well. Apparently, he got NOTHING. As in his JAE posting was unsuccessful so they didn't post him to any school at all despite the fact that he applied for the courses that appeared on his course slip.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Even back when I repeated my Secondary 5 school year and retook my O Levels and I received my results and the course slip, I saw Mass Communications listed as one of the many courses that I was so-called 'eligible' for in my course slip and boy! Was I happy or what when I saw that. I applied for that course as my first choice and other media related courses in NP and one of them was a relatively new course, which had no COP at that point in time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;JAE posting results came out and I got Creative Media Design at SP (I appealed for Interior Design after that and got it). I traveled all the way to NP to appeal for Mass Communications only to have them send me a reply via letter a few days later that my appeal was unsuccessful as I did not meet their COP for Mass Communications. I was like 'FUCK YOU la you mother fucken JAE system! What's the fucking point of putting Mass Communications as one of the MANY courses I was so-called eligible for on my course slip and give me false hopes, only to have that particular school tell me that my appeal for that course is rejected just because I didn't meet their COP?! WTF?!'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I got tricked is ok. But now, even my own younger brother fell pray to that mother fucking deluding course slip cuz he thought that he was eligible for all those courses that appeared on his course slip only to have his JAE posting shit UNSUCCESSFUL simply cuz he didn't the COP for those very courses that were listed down on his course slip. God! Screwed up system!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;All that aside. Over the weekends, from Friday till Sunday, I played pool with my younger brother, my older sister, my brother-in-law, my best friend and my friend. 3 straight days. Hahaha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Monday, had a staff meeting at Haagen Daaz after school. Proceeded to SC to slack with some of the Fuckers clique (&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Lame&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Ray&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Wan&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Ful&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Tuesday, stayed back in school after it ended to prepare my HTI powerpoint presentation slides for tomorrow's HTI presentation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Today, doing my IDR drawings at home together with the touching up of my slides and the preparation of my script for tomorrow, which I've already done so. Going to catch my younger brother and his band jamming later. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;P.S: Future O level students. Course slips are DELUDING.&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/6027761437656023845-7769231665104052524?l=balminaswashere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://balminaswashere.blogspot.com/feeds/7769231665104052524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6027761437656023845&amp;postID=7769231665104052524' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6027761437656023845/posts/default/7769231665104052524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6027761437656023845/posts/default/7769231665104052524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://balminaswashere.blogspot.com/2010/01/crash-course.html' title='Crash Course'/><author><name>BaLmiNaS DzuLkArNaiN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11248951525265696906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UGWou3BnWts/SLN8xvoJmsI/AAAAAAAAAAM/V7GzXtxl5Ls/S220/me!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6027761437656023845.post-3886891109954858943</id><published>2010-01-23T12:21:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-23T12:22:46.950+08:00</updated><title type='text'>LUCK</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Yesterday, after work, I went to play pool at DTE with &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Tun&lt;/span&gt; and my younger brother, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Khairil&lt;/span&gt;. It was fun. Tun emerged as the eventual winner by &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;PURE LUCK! HAHA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;P.S: Rematch bitches&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/6027761437656023845-3886891109954858943?l=balminaswashere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://balminaswashere.blogspot.com/feeds/3886891109954858943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6027761437656023845&amp;postID=3886891109954858943' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6027761437656023845/posts/default/3886891109954858943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6027761437656023845/posts/default/3886891109954858943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://balminaswashere.blogspot.com/2010/01/luck.html' title='LUCK'/><author><name>BaLmiNaS DzuLkArNaiN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11248951525265696906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UGWou3BnWts/SLN8xvoJmsI/AAAAAAAAAAM/V7GzXtxl5Ls/S220/me!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6027761437656023845.post-3542711651012479214</id><published>2010-01-20T10:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-20T10:40:12.820+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SC Peepos</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hey! Having my HTI lecture now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Anyways, I finally managed to hang out with my Fuckers clique at SC for the past 2 nights. I went back home first from school to shower and eat my dinner before heading down to SC to hang out with them while doing my numerous assignments at the same time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Oh well. I wanna get back to my lecture and my other assignments.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;P.S: Busy.&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/6027761437656023845-3542711651012479214?l=balminaswashere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://balminaswashere.blogspot.com/feeds/3542711651012479214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6027761437656023845&amp;postID=3542711651012479214' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6027761437656023845/posts/default/3542711651012479214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6027761437656023845/posts/default/3542711651012479214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://balminaswashere.blogspot.com/2010/01/sc-peepos.html' title='SC Peepos'/><author><name>BaLmiNaS DzuLkArNaiN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11248951525265696906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UGWou3BnWts/SLN8xvoJmsI/AAAAAAAAAAM/V7GzXtxl5Ls/S220/me!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6027761437656023845.post-695449998636095153</id><published>2010-01-18T09:19:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-18T09:21:35.960+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mission Statement</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;My Mission Statement:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Health:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;1. Drink plenty of water.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;2. Eat breakfast like a king, lunch like a prince and dinner like a beggar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;3. Eat more foods that grow on trees and plants and eat less food that is manufactured in plants.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;4. Live with the 3 E’s — Energy, Enthusiasm and Empathy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;5. Take time to pray and read your Bible/Quran daily.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;6. Play more games.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;7. Read more books than you did in 2009.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;8. Sit in silence for at least 10 minutes each day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;9. Sleep for 7 hours.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;10. Take a 10-30 minutes walk daily. And while you walk, smile.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Personality:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;11. Don’t compare your life to others. You have no idea what their journey is all about.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;12. Don’t have negative thoughts or things you cannot control. Instead invest your energy in the positive present moment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;13. Don’t over do it. Keep your limits.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;14. Don’t take yourself so seriously. No one else does.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;15. Don’t waste your precious energy on gossip.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;16. Dream more while you are awake.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;17. Envy is a waste of time. You already have all you need.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;18. Forget issues of the past. Don’t remind your partner with His/her mistakes of the past. That will ruin your present happiness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;19. Life is too short to waste time hating anyone. Don’t hate others.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;20. Make peace with your past so it won’t spoil the present.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;21. No one is in charge of your happiness except you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;22. Realize that life is a school and you are here to learn. Problems are simply part of the curriculum that appear and fade away like algebra class but the lessons you learn will last a lifetime.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;23. Smile and laugh more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;24. You don’t have to win every argument. Agree to disagree.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Society:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;25. Call your family often.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;26. Each day give something good to others.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;27. Forgive everyone for everything..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;28. Spend time with people over the age of 70 and under the age of  6.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;29. Try to make at least three people smile each day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;30. What other people think of you is none of your business.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;31. Your job won’t take care of you when you are sick.   Your friends will.   Stay in touch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Life:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;32. Do the right thing!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;33. Get rid of anything that isn’t useful, beautiful or joyful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;34. GOD heals everything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;35. However good or bad a situation is, it will change.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;36. No matter how you feel, get up, dress up and show up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;37. The best is yet to come..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;38. When you awake alive in the morning, thank GOD for it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;39. Your Inner most is always happy. So, be happy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Last but not the least:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;40. Please Forward this to everyone you care about, I just did.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6027761437656023845-695449998636095153?l=balminaswashere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://balminaswashere.blogspot.com/feeds/695449998636095153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6027761437656023845&amp;postID=695449998636095153' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6027761437656023845/posts/default/695449998636095153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6027761437656023845/posts/default/695449998636095153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://balminaswashere.blogspot.com/2010/01/mission-statement.html' title='Mission Statement'/><author><name>BaLmiNaS DzuLkArNaiN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11248951525265696906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UGWou3BnWts/SLN8xvoJmsI/AAAAAAAAAAM/V7GzXtxl5Ls/S220/me!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6027761437656023845.post-8047147192323752470</id><published>2010-01-17T22:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-17T22:16:51.093+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bored</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I have had enough. I'm telling you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;For 2 weekends in a row, I was stuck at home. I didn't go out. I didn't go to my favorite weekend haunts. I didn't spend time with my friends. Instead, what I did for 2 bloody weekends in a row was staying at home from Friday to Sunday, doing nothing but chionging my freaking ass off for that Tetris unit and the complex structure within. You ask me why? Cuz I had to redo the bloody model + structure within like 4 freaking times! Done it, redid it the second time round due to wrong measurements, redid the thing again 2 more times cuz it kept on collapsing for God knows what reason despite the fact that I've glued the entire thing tightly. Freaking irritating I tell you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;SD is no longer robbing me of my weekends. It's bad enough that we had to do a holiday assignment over the Christmas and New Year holidays when plans have specifically been made and made me feel guilty whenever I was enjoying myself. Now, my weekends are being taken away too? No way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I've made up my mind. I'm gonna chiong my ass off for all of my remaining Term 4 assignments from Mondays to Saturdays. Every Sunday is my freaking off day. No school, no work, no assignments. Just time for me to kick back, relax and enjoy my only day off by either hanging out with my friends, whom I've neglected due to school, or just spend some me time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;P.S: Enough said.&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/6027761437656023845-8047147192323752470?l=balminaswashere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://balminaswashere.blogspot.com/feeds/8047147192323752470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6027761437656023845&amp;postID=8047147192323752470' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6027761437656023845/posts/default/8047147192323752470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6027761437656023845/posts/default/8047147192323752470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://balminaswashere.blogspot.com/2010/01/bored.html' title='Bored'/><author><name>BaLmiNaS DzuLkArNaiN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11248951525265696906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UGWou3BnWts/SLN8xvoJmsI/AAAAAAAAAAM/V7GzXtxl5Ls/S220/me!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6027761437656023845.post-168078050255147249</id><published>2010-01-15T03:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-15T03:29:38.013+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Miserable At Best</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'm feeling lousy and miserable. Why?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;CUZ I'M S.I.C.K. YES I IZ!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Started off with a sore throat early this week. By Wednesday night, the fever, flu, blocked and runny nose came in full force. Today, the coughing and the headaches started. I've never felt this weak physically before in my life. I slept in the MRT on my way to school. I slept in the studio during lunch. I slept in the MRT and bus on the way home. When I reached home, I slept all the way from 8 to 10.30 and woke up just in the nick of time to catch American Idol. Now, I'm currently putting the final touches on my Tetris Unit before starting on the complex structure within later on in the day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'm taking an MC from work today. Reason being? Firstly, I'm still sick and sneezing like nobody's business, and since I'm working in the F&amp;amp;b industry, it's considered unhygienic. What happens if I'm serving the food and I sneeze into it? EWWW! Secondly, I need to finish up my complex structure for my Tetris unit as Monday is the submission and I also need to get started on my other ASS-ignments.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;P.S: Busy Busy Busy. Can't wait for school to be over.&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/6027761437656023845-168078050255147249?l=balminaswashere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://balminaswashere.blogspot.com/feeds/168078050255147249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6027761437656023845&amp;postID=168078050255147249' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6027761437656023845/posts/default/168078050255147249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6027761437656023845/posts/default/168078050255147249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://balminaswashere.blogspot.com/2010/01/miserable-at-best.html' title='Miserable At Best'/><author><name>BaLmiNaS DzuLkArNaiN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11248951525265696906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UGWou3BnWts/SLN8xvoJmsI/AAAAAAAAAAM/V7GzXtxl5Ls/S220/me!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6027761437656023845.post-8159751280288749471</id><published>2010-01-12T19:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-12T19:08:58.603+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My 300th post! Wee~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, guess what? I painstakingly rebuilt my model for the weekend only to have collapse and fall flat on me on Monday when submission's on the same day. -.- I rebuilt the entire thing in class for the SECOND time and left it overnight and when I came back to school today, my model collapsed AGAIN. Damn fucking cibai la! I strengthened the structure with thicker beams and columns and glued it tightly only to have it collapse 3 times in a row?! Waste my fucking time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chill bro. I'm redoing again and this time round, I'm installing MORE beams. If it falls again, I will seriously scream and rip that bloody thing apart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday, I slacked with my best friend and my bros at my crib. Monday night, I slacked with my friend near the bus stop. For today, I skipped IDC just to give my friends a tour of SP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dala. I wanna go back to my model. Another sleepless night. -.-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6027761437656023845-8159751280288749471?l=balminaswashere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://balminaswashere.blogspot.com/feeds/8159751280288749471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6027761437656023845&amp;postID=8159751280288749471' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6027761437656023845/posts/default/8159751280288749471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6027761437656023845/posts/default/8159751280288749471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://balminaswashere.blogspot.com/2010/01/my-300th-post-wee-anyway-guess-what-i.html' title=''/><author><name>BaLmiNaS DzuLkArNaiN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11248951525265696906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UGWou3BnWts/SLN8xvoJmsI/AAAAAAAAAAM/V7GzXtxl5Ls/S220/me!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6027761437656023845.post-4702013174071959911</id><published>2010-01-09T23:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-09T23:37:24.968+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Yesterday was by far the best day in 2010. Today, however, wasn't exactly a good day. It's always that way la. Not only for me but for my other close friends as well. We have one thing in common. When one day's fucked up, the next will be better and vice versa. You can't have too much of a good thing in life nor can you have too much of a bad thing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Anyways, I don't wish to talk about what happened earlier today. But one thing I do know for sure is that since 2008 was a great and fantastic year and 2009 was a downhill one, 2010 will definitely be better for me. It's still early in 2010 and already, I had a fantastic day yesterday. More good things will come.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;P.S: Brighter future&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/6027761437656023845-4702013174071959911?l=balminaswashere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://balminaswashere.blogspot.com/feeds/4702013174071959911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6027761437656023845&amp;postID=4702013174071959911' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6027761437656023845/posts/default/4702013174071959911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6027761437656023845/posts/default/4702013174071959911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://balminaswashere.blogspot.com/2010/01/2010.html' title='2010'/><author><name>BaLmiNaS DzuLkArNaiN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11248951525265696906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UGWou3BnWts/SLN8xvoJmsI/AAAAAAAAAAM/V7GzXtxl5Ls/S220/me!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6027761437656023845.post-6250479611286866120</id><published>2010-01-09T13:38:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-09T13:45:03.701+08:00</updated><title type='text'>CONGRATS!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Yesterday was my first official day of working at Haagen Daaz. It was pretty much ok and fun. The concept of serving and attending to the customers was almost similar to the other F&amp;amp;B outlets I worked at before.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Anyways, I rushed down to NYP after work together with &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Kakak Rina&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Abang Khairul&lt;/span&gt; to catch &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Adek Khairil&lt;/span&gt; and his band, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;DROPBEAT HEARTBEAT&lt;/span&gt;, perform as they got into the finals of NYP JAMS! His bandmates were all very friendly, sociable and receptive I must say. And guess what? &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;THEY CAME IN SECOND! WOOTS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; I'm damn proud of my lil brother!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;My family's going overseas tomorrow and they won't be back in Singapore till next week. Anyone wanna crash over at my crib?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;P.S: Proud. I love you la bro. (:&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/6027761437656023845-6250479611286866120?l=balminaswashere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://balminaswashere.blogspot.com/feeds/6250479611286866120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6027761437656023845&amp;postID=6250479611286866120' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6027761437656023845/posts/default/6250479611286866120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6027761437656023845/posts/default/6250479611286866120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://balminaswashere.blogspot.com/2010/01/congrats.html' title='CONGRATS!'/><author><name>BaLmiNaS DzuLkArNaiN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11248951525265696906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UGWou3BnWts/SLN8xvoJmsI/AAAAAAAAAAM/V7GzXtxl5Ls/S220/me!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6027761437656023845.post-1158572904980400452</id><published>2010-01-07T17:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-07T17:13:20.690+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Super unfair</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Sorry for the lack of updates. Been busy lately. Anyway, here's the breakdown.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I spent the weekends crashing over at &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Adek Khairil's&lt;/span&gt; place. Had fun. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Monday was the start of the final stretch of school for me as a Year 1 student. It was pretty much ok. As our IDS crit was on a Thursday, we ended school early. I slacked with the DID clique before hanging out with the DCMD kids at Bugis.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Tuesday, James' IDR assignment for the term has been released. We're expected to draw the plan, elevation, section, axonometric and detail drawings of our Tetris unit WITH the complex structure within. I've got no clue whether we're supposed to follow the plans as given to us in Term 3 or whether we're supposed to figure out our own measurements and draw it out but I do know that we have to draw it out according to the 1:20 scale. I'll wait for James to upload the slides onto Blackboard. IDC wise was ok. I was pretty damn slow in doing the 3D Max trial test. And guess what? XDM's being shifted on alternate weeks. On odd weeks (9, 11 and 13), we will have an XDM mass lecture from 3.30 to 5 in MLT1. Means I will have 4 1/2 hours of break before the mass lecture starts. On even weeks (10, 12 and 14), we will have our XDM lesson as per normal on Thursdays; same time, same place.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Wednesday. HTI lecture as per normal. It was interesting. Started my training at Haagen Daaz at CP from 4 - 5.30. The training was more theorical based rather than practical based. We had to learn the acronyms and the policy and shit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Today I had my crit session for IDS. It's super unfair that Elaine said 'Yours is the worst model I've ever seen'. That was like a tight slap right across my face. I was like thinking 'You haven't even seen the entire class's model &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;YET&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. You haven't seen Kelly's model yet. Kelly's model literally &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;FELL APART&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; the moment she stepped into class and you still say that mine's the worst model all cuz it was slanted, the columns and beams were not to scale and also cuz of my Term 1 work?!'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'm not pissed at all cuz I know it was my fault. I misread the measurements and did the model wrongly. But your comments about my model being the &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;WORST&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; one you've ever seen was totally uncalled for. Oh well. I'll redo the wrong parts and prove you W.R.O.N.G.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Tomorrow's my first official day of working. After that, I'm heading down to NYP to catch my younger brother, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Adek Khairil&lt;/span&gt;, and his band performing at NYP Jams! They got into the finals!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;~Congrats lil brother!~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;3 days to finish rebuilding the model. Can I do it? YES!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;P.S: Unfair&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/6027761437656023845-1158572904980400452?l=balminaswashere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://balminaswashere.blogspot.com/feeds/1158572904980400452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6027761437656023845&amp;postID=1158572904980400452' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6027761437656023845/posts/default/1158572904980400452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6027761437656023845/posts/default/1158572904980400452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://balminaswashere.blogspot.com/2010/01/super-unfair.html' title='Super unfair'/><author><name>BaLmiNaS DzuLkArNaiN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11248951525265696906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UGWou3BnWts/SLN8xvoJmsI/AAAAAAAAAAM/V7GzXtxl5Ls/S220/me!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6027761437656023845.post-2081919416706414658</id><published>2010-01-01T16:14:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-01T17:01:59.760+08:00</updated><title type='text'>1st day of a brand new year</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;"&gt;2009 is officially &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;DEAD AND GONE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;*Plays T.I's Ft J.T's Dead and Gone*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Am I happy that it's gone? &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;YES! A HUGE EFFING YES!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; 2009 hasn't really been a good year for me, what with all the turmoil, drama, saga, the fights, quarrels, the loss of a most beloved and treasured friendship, which I know can never ever be reconciled back again, (I still miss you you know that. I really do), the politics and the unfair consequences, I'm pretty glad that 2009 went out the door.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yes. 2009 was where my ego, attitude and temper resurfaced again after being on hiatus for around a year. Most of the shitty incidents that took place this year were mostly my fault and I realized that. Like what &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Kaz&lt;/span&gt; stated on her blog, all of these are lessons learned the hard way. We pick the rotten apple, take a bite out of it, suffer the consequences of our actions, throw it away and dig through the basket to search for a good apple.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Now that 2010 is already in the house, I've made around say 5 resolutions and I'm hoping that I can stick to them. InsyaAllah I can. It may not be easy cuz of the fact that these resolutions are related to the bad habits that have been cultivated in me for years but it's not impossible either. I just have to discipline myself and constantly remind myself of the better and brighter future that will follow suit if I manage to stick to my resolutions. Besides, I'm not getting any younger by the day so if I don't change now, then when will I change? And it will be my future at stake.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;"&gt;In 2009, I met a whole new bunch of awesome people. S.D clique, GYLC clique, NNK clique, thus adding on to my already huge list of awesome close friends, being the FCX peepos(which includes my best friend, &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Tun&lt;/span&gt;, and my younger brother, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Adek Khairil&lt;/span&gt;, both of whom worked together with me at FCX) and the FUCKERS. You guys have been real great. Whenever I'm hanging out with either one of you cliques, you guys never fail to make me laugh and to forget about the bad day I was having. We would laugh over the lamest of things and just joke about it. I love each and everyone of you guys la!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/Users/Acer/AppData/Local/Temp/moz-screenshot.png" alt="" /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UGWou3BnWts/Sz21YjSLfJI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/K3bxOGc4bsI/s1600-h/SD.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UGWou3BnWts/Sz21YjSLfJI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/K3bxOGc4bsI/s320/SD.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421688959816924306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UGWou3BnWts/Sz21YjSLfJI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/K3bxOGc4bsI/s1600-h/SD.jpg"&gt;S.D&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UGWou3BnWts/Sz21pR8YfII/AAAAAAAAAFY/Ey5vG14UdmI/s1600-h/GYLC.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UGWou3BnWts/Sz21pR8YfII/AAAAAAAAAFY/Ey5vG14UdmI/s320/GYLC.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421689247219874946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UGWou3BnWts/Sz21YjSLfJI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/K3bxOGc4bsI/s1600-h/SD.jpg"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UGWou3BnWts/Sz21YjSLfJI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/K3bxOGc4bsI/s1600-h/SD.jpg"&gt;GYLC&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UGWou3BnWts/Sz22qYq6CfI/AAAAAAAAAFg/36WDPUpPQzQ/s1600-h/Fuckers.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UGWou3BnWts/Sz22qYq6CfI/AAAAAAAAAFg/36WDPUpPQzQ/s320/Fuckers.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421690365717121522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuckers(Not everyone's there)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UGWou3BnWts/Sz238mbbpGI/AAAAAAAAAFo/4iMR37sqdD4/s1600-h/NNK.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UGWou3BnWts/Sz238mbbpGI/AAAAAAAAAFo/4iMR37sqdD4/s320/NNK.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421691778159584354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;NNK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UGWou3BnWts/Sz25TMx-5XI/AAAAAAAAAFw/rsmgoPfGxTs/s1600-h/FCX.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UGWou3BnWts/Sz25TMx-5XI/AAAAAAAAAFw/rsmgoPfGxTs/s320/FCX.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421693265923466610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;FCX&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;HAPPY NEW YEAR! HOPE 2010 WILL BE A BETTER AND BRIGHTER YEAR!&lt;/span&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/6027761437656023845-2081919416706414658?l=balminaswashere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://balminaswashere.blogspot.com/feeds/2081919416706414658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6027761437656023845&amp;postID=2081919416706414658' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6027761437656023845/posts/default/2081919416706414658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6027761437656023845/posts/default/2081919416706414658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://balminaswashere.blogspot.com/2010/01/1st-day-of-brand-new-year.html' title='1st day of a brand new year'/><author><name>BaLmiNaS DzuLkArNaiN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11248951525265696906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UGWou3BnWts/SLN8xvoJmsI/AAAAAAAAAAM/V7GzXtxl5Ls/S220/me!.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UGWou3BnWts/Sz21YjSLfJI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/K3bxOGc4bsI/s72-c/SD.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6027761437656023845.post-3901203506277410562</id><published>2009-12-30T22:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-30T22:18:56.278+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sleep deprived</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I just woke up from my much needed sleep as I just got back from SD'S LTC like this evening around 6.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;The camp was pretty much fun, especially the water activities on the last day of the camp. (: I tried bombing &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Azlina&lt;/span&gt; twice with the water bombs but that girl is like a bloody bouncing sponge man. The first water bomb bounced off her abdomen and the second water bomb bounced off her neck. Sheesh. On the other hand, she caught me off guard and bombed me from behind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;~Kudos to you babe! (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ohya! Haagen Daaz finally called me up like yesterday when I was on my way to camp, telling me to come down to the HQ and sign a form or something, which I only did today. Apparently, tomorrow I have to wake up pretty damn early(when I was looking forward to sleeping in and waking up late tomorrow -.-) and make my way to Raffles to get my typhoid injection AGAIN for the second time this year(cuz that stupid fucken FCX lost my original typhoid injection slip which I submitted to them AFTER taking my typhoid jab in April) and submit the receipt and the form to their HQ at Dhoby Ghaut.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ok. That was pretty long. Complicated much? I guess. I wanna continue with my model. I wanna play my Pokemon Platinum after that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;GOOD RIDDANCE TO 2009!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;P.S: Na na na na. Hey hey hey. GOODBYE!&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/6027761437656023845-3901203506277410562?l=balminaswashere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://balminaswashere.blogspot.com/feeds/3901203506277410562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6027761437656023845&amp;postID=3901203506277410562' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6027761437656023845/posts/default/3901203506277410562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6027761437656023845/posts/default/3901203506277410562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://balminaswashere.blogspot.com/2009/12/sleep-deprived.html' title='Sleep deprived'/><author><name>BaLmiNaS DzuLkArNaiN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11248951525265696906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UGWou3BnWts/SLN8xvoJmsI/AAAAAAAAAAM/V7GzXtxl5Ls/S220/me!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6027761437656023845.post-1751487347154737514</id><published>2009-12-26T22:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-26T22:54:52.143+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Boxing Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;After rotting away at home on Wednesday and Thursday. which was good for me cuz I needed to rest after going out and coming home so late at night for the past week in a row, I celebrated Christmas at &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Petrina's&lt;/span&gt; Christmas party together with the NNK clique.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;It was super duper fun. We ate and chit chatted about alot of stuff. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Now, I'm at my younger brother's crib, just chilling out and spending quality time with my family here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Oh! 2009 will be G.O.N.E in a few days time and I can't wait for it to go away. Not that it was entirely bad but lets just say that this year hasn't exactly been a good year for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;P.S: 6 more days&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/6027761437656023845-1751487347154737514?l=balminaswashere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://balminaswashere.blogspot.com/feeds/1751487347154737514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6027761437656023845&amp;postID=1751487347154737514' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6027761437656023845/posts/default/1751487347154737514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6027761437656023845/posts/default/1751487347154737514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://balminaswashere.blogspot.com/2009/12/boxing-day.html' title='Boxing Day'/><author><name>BaLmiNaS DzuLkArNaiN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11248951525265696906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UGWou3BnWts/SLN8xvoJmsI/AAAAAAAAAAM/V7GzXtxl5Ls/S220/me!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6027761437656023845.post-7228322224598899960</id><published>2009-12-24T15:17:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-24T22:23:26.938+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2009 fucked up</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Today is Christmas Eve. Which means to say that 2009 will be over in a week's time and boy. Am I glad to see 2009 go out the door.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;2009 hasn't exactly been a bed of roses for me what with all the turmoil, drama and saga that took place this year. I mean, it wasn't all bad. There were pretty good memories but comparing the good memories to the bad times, the bad times far outweighs the good ones. -.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Bad Times:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;-Got together and broke up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;-Politics breaking out in my cliques.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;-Fought with one of my NNK friends a couple of times, all cuz of conflicting perspectives but thankfully, we made up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;-Lost a very close, beloved friend of mine and now, we're still friends but we're no longer as close as before and I doubt that we can ever become very close back again like last time. Till this very day, whenever the memories and the good times we shared comes flooding back, tears well up in my eyes. Cuz I know that things between us can never be the same again. Yes. I've finally accepted the fact that you're gone but that doesn't necessarily mean that I don't feel hurt by it. I'm afraid to love for fear that I will get hurt back again like what happened back then.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;-Family troubles.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;-Worried about my younger brother's O Level results.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;-Worried about my other close friends' condition due to the shits that's been hurled at them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;-My best friend and I got terminated &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;UNFAIRLY&lt;/span&gt; all cuz of some F&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;UCKED UP FEELING HIGH CLASS BIATCH CUSTOMER&lt;/span&gt; who lodged a &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;FALSE&lt;/span&gt; complain against us, thus shattering our rice bowls and causing us to be jobless until now. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;~Curse you and your mother fucken family! Hope karma hits you back 10 TIMES WORSE than what you did to us you fucken slimeball!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;-One of my close friends got fined $550 for possession of contraband ciggs and for being an underaged smoker and all of us had to break our heads open to figure out a way for him to get the money.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;-My aunty called me up, complaning to me, suspecting that my cousin, whom I'm very close with, is on drugs. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Good Times:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;-On the other hand, the GYLC at Batam was very very memorable and sweet. Made a lot of new and close friends there. &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Ash&lt;/span&gt;(my beloved bro), &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Khairil&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Fikry&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt; Dana&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Afiq&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;K.Y&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Kelly&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Sufea&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Rahmat&lt;/span&gt;. Bonded even closer with the SD clique who attended the camp.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;-National Day 09 was by far the second best day of my life other than the GYLC days. Cuz I got to hang out and spend time with my most beloved peeps on that day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;-Broke fast at Geylang together with the Fuckers clique&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;-Jalan raya together with the FCX, Fuckers and SD &amp;amp; GYLC clique&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Overall, I think that the bad times I've faced this year far outweighs the good ones. Even my younger brother, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Adek Khairil&lt;/span&gt;, told me that this year hasn't been a good year for him or for his friends for that matter. Everywhere I turn to, I hear stories from my friends about their current situations and the problems they're facing and all of us unanimously agreed that 2009 &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;OFFICIALLY SUCK BALLS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;I haven't exactly made my New Year Resolutions yet. I'm not even sure whether I wanna make them or no. Cuz I know that I tend to break the resolutions I've set for myself. However, I'm not exactly growing any younger by the day. It's about time I made resolutions and &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;DISCIPLINE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; myself to stick by them for the entire year and &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;NOT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; break them. I guess I'll make my New Year Resolutions soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;~To everyone, whom I am/were close with (Bros, FCX, Fuckers, SD, GYLC, NNK, Other peeps whom I'm close with) :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;I just wanna thank you guys for everything you've done for me. No matter how small the deed is, it is appreciated by me. I'm sorry if I ever hurt and offended you guys with what I said and did to you before. I'm sorry if I ever lost my temper with you, allowed my ego to get in the way or showed my attitude. I'm grateful to Allah for the fact that I have you guys around in my life and you guys motivate me and spur me onto greater heights.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Special thanks goes out to &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Afiq&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Khairil&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Tun&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Zakk&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Qom,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Aliff&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Kaz&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Ash&lt;/span&gt;. You guys were always there for me whenever I needed someone. You've heard me laugh, you've seen me cry and you know my sorrows. You guys understood me from the inside out. We've been through ups and downs together. What, I shall not elaborate cuz that's between each of you and me. But just know that from the bottom of my heart, I really appreciate all the times when you guys took the time off to listen to me ranting away about the shits I was facing back then, when you guys were there for me whenever I hit rock bottom and to give me a comforting hug when I needed one. I love the 8 of you tremendously and nothing and noone can replace you guys.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Now. All I can do is to pray to Allah and hope that the next year, being 2010, will be a better year, not just for me, but for everyoneelse out there who felt that 2009 was full of nothing but crap and bullshit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;P.S: Please let 2010 be a better year.&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/6027761437656023845-7228322224598899960?l=balminaswashere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://balminaswashere.blogspot.com/feeds/7228322224598899960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6027761437656023845&amp;postID=7228322224598899960' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6027761437656023845/posts/default/7228322224598899960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6027761437656023845/posts/default/7228322224598899960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://balminaswashere.blogspot.com/2009/12/today-is-christmas-eve.html' title='2009 fucked up'/><author><name>BaLmiNaS DzuLkArNaiN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11248951525265696906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UGWou3BnWts/SLN8xvoJmsI/AAAAAAAAAAM/V7GzXtxl5Ls/S220/me!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6027761437656023845.post-6253871191643639505</id><published>2009-12-22T23:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-22T23:22:06.598+08:00</updated><title type='text'>So should I? Yes I should!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Today had no plans initially. &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Achap&lt;/span&gt; suddenly called me up, inviting me and &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Tun&lt;/span&gt; to slack with him and &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Kaz&lt;/span&gt; at the airport. Since I was too tensed up with sitting at home, I decided to just go ahead despite the fact that I was damn tired from going out and coming back home late the past week in a row and I was literally 'Me-Time-Deprived'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Anyways. Guys are such a pain in the ass. Why? They're already attached. But when someone else comes along and pays attention to them in a very sweet manner, they fall for that someone else as easily as it is for them to apply lubricant on their hands and shake their dicks till they cum. Their relationship with their current spouse goes down the drain despite the fact that they've been together for months or even years and it's all cuz of some trumped up boyfriend grabbing slut. God. I didn't know that such assholes still walk around in this planet. Sheesh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Only my NNK clan will know who and what I'm talking about. And I don't give a fucken piece of shit if I were to get into trouble for blogging about this cuz I state facts you MOFO. I don't blog about things I have no clue about nor do I blog about things which I have no concrete evidence or witnesses for. You wanna find me for stating facts? By all means, go ahead. I ain't scared. The only one I'm afraid of is not you or anyone but Allah Himself. You wanna beat the living crap outta me? Take your aim and fire away. At the end of the day, the only person who will be holding the short end of the stick and will feel stupid and embarrassed is yourself. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;P.S: Turn-offs&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/6027761437656023845-6253871191643639505?l=balminaswashere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://balminaswashere.blogspot.com/feeds/6253871191643639505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6027761437656023845&amp;postID=6253871191643639505' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6027761437656023845/posts/default/6253871191643639505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6027761437656023845/posts/default/6253871191643639505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://balminaswashere.blogspot.com/2009/12/so-should-i-yes-i-should.html' title='So should I? Yes I should!'/><author><name>BaLmiNaS DzuLkArNaiN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11248951525265696906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UGWou3BnWts/SLN8xvoJmsI/AAAAAAAAAAM/V7GzXtxl5Ls/S220/me!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6027761437656023845.post-8539588043593262447</id><published>2009-12-22T00:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-22T00:45:56.027+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Photoshoot</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Today, somehow, I woke up on the wrong side of the bed and started off on the wrong foot. A small matter somehow collided with other matters and thus, snowballed into one hugey. I mean I was so damn stupid to forget to bring my lighter and ez-link card and thus, had to keep rushing back home to take them one at a time. -.- Nevermind. I shall not elaborate. I just wanna forget the stupid bad shit that happened today and focus and cherish on the beautiful new memories created today, being the clique's photoshoot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I left my house late cuz I had to wait for my dad to come back home in order to get money. Headed down to Tamp One to send Adek Khairil's laptop for servicing. Proceeded to Marina Barrage to meet the clique there(bumped into Zach  in the MRT heading towards Marina Bay). Waited for the remaining clique members to arrive before starting the photoshoot. Pics will be uploaded onto Facebook on Wednesday. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Cab-bed our asses down to Kampong Glam Cafe to drink teh, eat our dinner and slack. It felt so good and so wonderful to be able to hang out with the entire clique again after such a long time. Yes. Fah, Qom and Izzy were missing and we miss you guys terribly but we made the most out of who was present. Izzat, Danny, Rachael, Fiany and Seth joined us, making it all the more merrier. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I think I shall take a sabatical for the next few days or so. Been going out alot and coming back so late at night for the past few days. I just need to take some time off to spend some quality time with myself and my grandmother. And I also gotta finish that stupid IDS model &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;AND&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; the complex structure &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;WITHIN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; the model. -.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;P.S: Sabatical&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/6027761437656023845-8539588043593262447?l=balminaswashere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://balminaswashere.blogspot.com/feeds/8539588043593262447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6027761437656023845&amp;postID=8539588043593262447' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6027761437656023845/posts/default/8539588043593262447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6027761437656023845/posts/default/8539588043593262447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://balminaswashere.blogspot.com/2009/12/photoshoot.html' title='Photoshoot'/><author><name>BaLmiNaS DzuLkArNaiN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11248951525265696906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UGWou3BnWts/SLN8xvoJmsI/AAAAAAAAAAM/V7GzXtxl5Ls/S220/me!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6027761437656023845.post-6760879684633064330</id><published>2009-12-20T12:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-20T12:58:57.550+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tired</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Just a short blogpost before I head back to doing my HDB model.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Yesterday, after so long of not meeting them and spending some quality time with them due to those bloody school ASSignments, I finally met my younger brother, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Adek Khairil&lt;/span&gt;, and my older sister, &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Kak Rina&lt;/span&gt; and played monopoly with them and my brother-in-law, &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Abg Khairul &lt;/span&gt;and &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Jade&lt;/span&gt;. Watched the very vintage season of X-Men(the very first and second season) on my laptop.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Two weeks of holidays left and I still haven't done loads of things. Dossier, Kung Fu Manual, Hti journal and essay, HDB model, complex structure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Gtg lovelies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;P.S: 2 weeks = More shits to do -.-&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/6027761437656023845-6760879684633064330?l=balminaswashere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://balminaswashere.blogspot.com/feeds/6760879684633064330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6027761437656023845&amp;postID=6760879684633064330' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6027761437656023845/posts/default/6760879684633064330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6027761437656023845/posts/default/6760879684633064330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://balminaswashere.blogspot.com/2009/12/tired.html' title='Tired'/><author><name>BaLmiNaS DzuLkArNaiN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11248951525265696906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UGWou3BnWts/SLN8xvoJmsI/AAAAAAAAAAM/V7GzXtxl5Ls/S220/me!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6027761437656023845.post-6777378307649102533</id><published>2009-12-18T12:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-18T12:15:49.018+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Last minute</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hey all. I just got back from the chalet and I had a tremendous amount of fun there. Yes. After all the drama and saga that took place on Wednesday, my friends and I managed to pool our money to book a chalet for Thursday and Friday. It was at the very last minute mind you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;With just us, we did alot of stupid stuff together. Pillow fights, Lotto, Dare or Double Dare, movie marathons, danced. You name it. We did it. &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Qom&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;Aliff&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Danial&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;Samir&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Faris &lt;/span&gt;came down to join us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;~Thanks guys for coming.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Now, I'm desperate. To finish up my bloody model. To finish up my complex structure within the model. To get a good sleep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;P.S: Shagged&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/6027761437656023845-6777378307649102533?l=balminaswashere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://balminaswashere.blogspot.com/feeds/6777378307649102533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6027761437656023845&amp;postID=6777378307649102533' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6027761437656023845/posts/default/6777378307649102533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6027761437656023845/posts/default/6777378307649102533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://balminaswashere.blogspot.com/2009/12/last-minute.html' title='Last minute'/><author><name>BaLmiNaS DzuLkArNaiN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11248951525265696906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UGWou3BnWts/SLN8xvoJmsI/AAAAAAAAAAM/V7GzXtxl5Ls/S220/me!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6027761437656023845.post-5048646879106835212</id><published>2009-12-16T15:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-16T15:34:55.394+08:00</updated><title type='text'>All for nothing</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Urgh. I hate it when plans have already been made and people are so looking forward to the day of the planned event only to have it scrapped or cancelled at the very last minute. I'm talking about the chalet from today till Friday! I mean everyone of us were so looking forward to the chalet this week and we already planned out the things to do and stuff.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Suddenly, we can't get hold of the keys to the chalet and stuff and now we're stuck. No idea what to do or where to go. There goes our planning. There goes our excitement. There goes everything. All gone down the drain. And I ain't too happy about that. Sheesh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6027761437656023845-5048646879106835212?l=balminaswashere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://balminaswashere.blogspot.com/feeds/5048646879106835212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6027761437656023845&amp;postID=5048646879106835212' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6027761437656023845/posts/default/5048646879106835212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6027761437656023845/posts/default/5048646879106835212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://balminaswashere.blogspot.com/2009/12/all-for-nothing.html' title='All for nothing'/><author><name>BaLmiNaS DzuLkArNaiN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11248951525265696906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UGWou3BnWts/SLN8xvoJmsI/AAAAAAAAAAM/V7GzXtxl5Ls/S220/me!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6027761437656023845.post-7272000369081212084</id><published>2009-12-15T16:41:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-15T16:43:47.707+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UGWou3BnWts/SydLxjjqW4I/AAAAAAAAAFA/hm5La6Aj_aQ/s1600-h/Picture0005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UGWou3BnWts/SydLxjjqW4I/AAAAAAAAAFA/hm5La6Aj_aQ/s320/Picture0005.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415380391666801538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Yes. My brand new cardigan. That cost half of my weely allowance. Do I regret buying it? A little, seeing as I'm going broke and succumbing to my weakness of shopping. But then again. I can squeeze more moo-lah outta my dad every week for my weekly allowance and I've also got a job though I have no idea when I start. They only called me up like barely an hour after I applied, telling me that I've been selected and that I had to submit my documents, which I already did. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;P.S: Fingers crossed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6027761437656023845-7272000369081212084?l=balminaswashere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://balminaswashere.blogspot.com/feeds/7272000369081212084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6027761437656023845&amp;postID=7272000369081212084' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6027761437656023845/posts/default/7272000369081212084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6027761437656023845/posts/default/7272000369081212084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://balminaswashere.blogspot.com/2009/12/yes.html' title=''/><author><name>BaLmiNaS DzuLkArNaiN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11248951525265696906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UGWou3BnWts/SLN8xvoJmsI/AAAAAAAAAAM/V7GzXtxl5Ls/S220/me!.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UGWou3BnWts/SydLxjjqW4I/AAAAAAAAAFA/hm5La6Aj_aQ/s72-c/Picture0005.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6027761437656023845.post-4935172181101532727</id><published>2009-12-14T20:37:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-14T20:39:50.646+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Brace yourselves.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;I'VE FINALLY GOT A JOB AND I'M ECSTATIC ABOUT IT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;BOOYAH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Cuz I've been jobless for &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;8 LONG FREAKING MONTHS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;! 8 months of being broke! Now, I've got a job. Long story short, the manager of that outlet called me up, telling me that I was selected. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;P.S: Job-bed at last.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6027761437656023845-4935172181101532727?l=balminaswashere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://balminaswashere.blogspot.com/feeds/4935172181101532727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6027761437656023845&amp;postID=4935172181101532727' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6027761437656023845/posts/default/4935172181101532727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6027761437656023845/posts/default/4935172181101532727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://balminaswashere.blogspot.com/2009/12/brace-yourselves.html' title=''/><author><name>BaLmiNaS DzuLkArNaiN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11248951525265696906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UGWou3BnWts/SLN8xvoJmsI/AAAAAAAAAAM/V7GzXtxl5Ls/S220/me!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6027761437656023845.post-2313638058675875583</id><published>2009-12-14T00:38:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-14T02:43:53.602+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Random</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Today. Or should I say yesterday seeing as it's already past 12. &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Zakk&lt;/span&gt; and I planned to just drink teh and slack together with &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Fiany&lt;/span&gt;. But plans changed. I asked &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Zakk &lt;/span&gt;whether she wanted to go Ion instead and she said on, since she was an Ion virgin. &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Fiany&lt;/span&gt; tagged along, together with her friend, &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Danial Afiq&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Fah&lt;/span&gt; tagged too. &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Danny&lt;/span&gt; joined us for dinner but had to leave shortly after to meet his friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;What we did was walk around Far East Plaza, Ion and Wisma Atria before slacking at Spinelli's. Met my bro, &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;Ash&lt;/span&gt;, at his working place at Ion. Anyways, awesome day today. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Later on I have filming shits to do. Planning to submit my temple model and research today and collect my gray card at the same time. I really hope that today would be the &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;LAST&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; day of filming for me cuz really, it's starting to get annoying, having to bail out on my friends and postponing or cancelling plans altogether just to come back to school &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;OVER THE HOLIDAYS TO FILM AND RE-FILM THE SAME OLD SCENES OVER AND OVER AGAIN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; cuz the previous takes were not good or up-to-standard. -.- I have a life too ya know? Sheesh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Ok. I'm off to Pokemon Land now. Got loads of Pokemon to catch. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;And lately, as of yesterday, I just have this feeling that you no longer trust me and that you're avoiding me. Maybe cuz I probed too much about your personal matters. Or maybe cuz I chatted with you for so long, not knowing that you wanted to sleep already and hence, you had to force yourself to keep awake just to pay attention to my bull and crap. And from the way you texted me just now when I texted you, asking whether you were Ok due to something that I saw, it seems like you're avoiding me and refuse to tell me what's wrong. Not that I mind cuz I understand perfectly if you refuse to tell me and I won't force you to tell me if you don't want to. But it's just..Weird cuz normally, you WOULD tell me if something's bugging you, like a few days back. Or then again, I'm just being paranoid. Who knows?&lt;/span&gt; But whatever it is, I'm truly, sincerely sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;P.S: Pokemon is the NEW SEX. Back in trend. :)&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/6027761437656023845-2313638058675875583?l=balminaswashere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://balminaswashere.blogspot.com/feeds/2313638058675875583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6027761437656023845&amp;postID=2313638058675875583' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6027761437656023845/posts/default/2313638058675875583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6027761437656023845/posts/default/2313638058675875583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://balminaswashere.blogspot.com/2009/12/random.html' title='Random'/><author><name>BaLmiNaS DzuLkArNaiN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11248951525265696906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UGWou3BnWts/SLN8xvoJmsI/AAAAAAAAAAM/V7GzXtxl5Ls/S220/me!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6027761437656023845.post-5932234916611620556</id><published>2009-12-12T17:52:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-12T23:40:59.129+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Today. I ain't doing nothing. No plans. Stuck at home doing HTI journal entries and finishing up my Komyo-Ji temple model. Planning to get started on my HDB 4 unit model on Monday when I collect my gray cards from school. Also, I'm submitting my Komyo-Ji temple research and model on Monday. I've also got filming on Monday. Hopefully, it will be the LAST day of filming cuz really. It's damn sickening to have to come back over the holidays just to film and refilm (that's right. I said RE-film) the same scene over and over again. -.- *Fingers crossed*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Simpang Bedok to have dinner and slack with Zakk there. We did some catching up. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h3 style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;msg&amp;quot;}"&gt;&lt;span class="UIStory_Message"&gt;From afar, seems I had it all. But it doesn't mean anything. Now that you're gone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;You don't know. I doubt you do. But still. The feeling sucks. Only the closest of friends know how I feel. But then again. I have to let go and move on. But it's hard. Not for the lack of trying.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;P.S: Doesn't mean anything&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6027761437656023845-5932234916611620556?l=balminaswashere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://balminaswashere.blogspot.com/feeds/5932234916611620556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6027761437656023845&amp;postID=5932234916611620556' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6027761437656023845/posts/default/5932234916611620556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6027761437656023845/posts/default/5932234916611620556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://balminaswashere.blogspot.com/2009/12/today.html' title=''/><author><name>BaLmiNaS DzuLkArNaiN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11248951525265696906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UGWou3BnWts/SLN8xvoJmsI/AAAAAAAAAAM/V7GzXtxl5Ls/S220/me!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6027761437656023845.post-8191569561909714696</id><published>2009-12-12T00:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-12T01:02:43.787+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Splendid</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Heyho readers! I'll just dive straight in.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;For today, I woke up damn early. Had to seeing as I had an appointment with my skin specialist at 9.30 at CGH. My beloved granny accompanied me. (: Consulted the doctor. The nurse scrapped some skin. Had to wait for an hour for the results so we breakfast-ed at Qiji.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Granny: So now what you want to do?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Me: I want to smoke. Kenyang sgt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Granny: We got around 1 hour right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Me: Yes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Granny: Kay. Then we go jln2 cuci mata around East Point.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Me: Settle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Bussed our asses down to East Point. Accompanied my granny to walk around Pet Safari and the entire mall. Did some shopping. But mostly my granny's stuff la. I bought some stuff for myself as well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;~NNK. I bought the lotto set already. All set and ready to rumble for the chalet next week. :) ~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Headed back to the hospital to get my results. Went back home. Went out again to Daiso at IMM to buy balsa wood. Slacked with Danny. We talked about alot of stuff. Now, I can feel that we're getting close. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Now. Back to HTI journal. -.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6027761437656023845-8191569561909714696?l=balminaswashere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://balminaswashere.blogspot.com/feeds/8191569561909714696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6027761437656023845&amp;postID=8191569561909714696' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6027761437656023845/posts/default/8191569561909714696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6027761437656023845/posts/default/8191569561909714696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://balminaswashere.blogspot.com/2009/12/splendid.html' title='Splendid'/><author><name>BaLmiNaS DzuLkArNaiN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11248951525265696906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UGWou3BnWts/SLN8xvoJmsI/AAAAAAAAAAM/V7GzXtxl5Ls/S220/me!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6027761437656023845.post-3594739001971530318</id><published>2009-12-10T18:17:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-11T01:49:09.422+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wtf is a holiday?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Holidays. What's that? Brag to any Year 1 DID student that you're currently having your holidays and you'll get smacked around the head or slapped hard on the face. Why? Cuz we DID Year 1 students have NO lives. Not that we CHOSE to have no lives. We've got tons of holiday assignments to do and one huge momma's ass model to build. Fml much? Jyeah. Come on people. Say it again. *Cups hand around ears*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Holiday plans have already been made. Chalet. Christmas party. Hanging out with friends. Looks like I'm gonna be jobless AGAIN for the third holiday in a row. Man. Being jobless = being cashless = No enjoyment = BIG TIME BOO BOO! This sucks! Not for the lack of trying. I applied EVERYWHERE. Sent my resume online to as many stores as I could as possible without breaking my arm. Diligently filled in application forms and applied for a job at anyplace where there's a vacancy. But still. Up till now. No phonecalls, saying 'YOU'RE HIRED!'. Just silence. -.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;~Why don't you stores just rip apart your huge ass 'NOW HIRING' or 'VACANCY' or 'PART-TIMERS NEEDED' posters and dump it in the chute? Cuz it's pointless isn't it to put up such a huge poster SCREAMING all those mofo words if you're not even gonna bother to at least call up or interview the person or people who walked in to apply for a job at your outlet/place.~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;I really don't get them. Put up 'NOW HIRING' posters but never call the people who walked in to apply. Stupid. Maybe they don't understand the meaning of 'NOW HIRING'. Stupid people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Ok. I wanna go back home already. Gotta get started on those holiday assignments. No pokemon-ing for now I guess. -.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;~Ash brother! You must be happy that I got holiday assignments while you can slack right? GG.~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had an awesome time hanging out with the Fuckers today. Not all of them were there. Only Palat, Ray and Lame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;P.S: Groans&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6027761437656023845-3594739001971530318?l=balminaswashere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://balminaswashere.blogspot.com/feeds/3594739001971530318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6027761437656023845&amp;postID=3594739001971530318' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6027761437656023845/posts/default/3594739001971530318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6027761437656023845/posts/default/3594739001971530318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://balminaswashere.blogspot.com/2009/12/wtf-is-holiday.html' title='Wtf is a holiday?'/><author><name>BaLmiNaS DzuLkArNaiN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11248951525265696906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UGWou3BnWts/SLN8xvoJmsI/AAAAAAAAAAM/V7GzXtxl5Ls/S220/me!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6027761437656023845.post-5737849445054888320</id><published>2009-12-09T13:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-09T13:54:58.960+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Last week of school</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;This week. DID Class 01 are only schooling for 2 days being today and tomorrow. Yes. We're awesome. We know that. :) Tomorrow's our crit session. Luckily, our crit lecturers are Kelly and YS. The bestest DID lecturers in my opinion.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Anyways, I'm getting worried about the huge HDB model that I have to build over the holidays. I mean. It would be my first building model that I'm gonna build. -.- Oh well. I'll just give it my best shot then.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ok. Gotta get back to my groupwork now. Have tons of slides to do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;P.S: Holiday.&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/6027761437656023845-5737849445054888320?l=balminaswashere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://balminaswashere.blogspot.com/feeds/5737849445054888320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6027761437656023845&amp;postID=5737849445054888320' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6027761437656023845/posts/default/5737849445054888320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6027761437656023845/posts/default/5737849445054888320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://balminaswashere.blogspot.com/2009/12/last-week-of-school.html' title='Last week of school'/><author><name>BaLmiNaS DzuLkArNaiN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11248951525265696906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UGWou3BnWts/SLN8xvoJmsI/AAAAAAAAAAM/V7GzXtxl5Ls/S220/me!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6027761437656023845.post-4058726264665367353</id><published>2009-12-05T15:22:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-08T13:00:11.454+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Where my party people at?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;READERS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Anyone interested in an upcoming party at Wavehouse, Sentosa, on the 19th of December from 4pm to 4am?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Details.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Date: 19th December&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Time: 4pm - 4am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Venue: Wavehouse, Sentosa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Pricing: $25 (with 2 $10 worth of vouchers)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Genre: R&amp;amp;B, Trance, House&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Drinks: Standard bar drinks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;DJ: DJ Stanley (Austrailia's No. 1 Hip Hop Artist Black Label Crew)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Event: Mixed age party :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;So if you guys are interested, feel free to contact me via Facebook or MSN. If you people have my number, all the better cuz you guys can also contact me via text or phonecall if you do have it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;And fyi, I'm helping a friend of mine to market this. So I'm getting the tics from him. You pay me the money, I pass the money to him. He passes me the tics. I pass it to you guys. Deal? Settle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;P.S: Where my party people at?&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/6027761437656023845-4058726264665367353?l=balminaswashere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://balminaswashere.blogspot.com/feeds/4058726264665367353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6027761437656023845&amp;postID=4058726264665367353' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6027761437656023845/posts/default/4058726264665367353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6027761437656023845/posts/default/4058726264665367353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://balminaswashere.blogspot.com/2009/12/where-my-party-people-at.html' title='Where my party people at?'/><author><name>BaLmiNaS DzuLkArNaiN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11248951525265696906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UGWou3BnWts/SLN8xvoJmsI/AAAAAAAAAAM/V7GzXtxl5Ls/S220/me!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6027761437656023845.post-2790364556456162234</id><published>2009-12-04T21:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-04T21:45:58.542+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Today I didn't go to school. Reason being? There's no need to. Asked &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Rye&lt;/span&gt; for her help to submit my 2 drawing folders for IDR.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;~Thanks &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Rye&lt;/span&gt; many2!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I woke up at around 7+ in the morning and couldn't go back to sleep again. -.- Hate it when that happens. Surfed the net, played Neopets(yes, I still do play it and I'm not embarrassed about admitting it. It kills the boredom okayyy). Showered, ate breakfast and &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;FINALLY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; managed to sleep back again at around 11, noon or was it 1? *Scratches head* Ar who the hell cares. I know I did sleep back again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Woke up at around 3 when &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Tun&lt;/span&gt; called me up. Lepak-ed with the NNKs. Went back home. Now? Doing MAT1 dossier. -.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Holidays also like not holidays. Got stupid holiday ASSignments to do. Screw you DID ASSignment coordinators. How the hell am I supposed to build a 4 unit HDB model using the 1:20 scale &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;WITH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; the architectonics model contained within it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;~&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;WYAN!&lt;/span&gt; I need the HDB unit measurements!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Currently listening to Dragonforce songs. My younger brother got me addicted to them. -.- Tell me to listen to it last year and I would have slammed a pot over your head. Tell me to listen to it now and I would blast it. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I just realised. I'm so random in this post. That's what happens when you've lost your marbles. Chiaoz!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;P.S: Going crazy. xD&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/6027761437656023845-2790364556456162234?l=balminaswashere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://balminaswashere.blogspot.com/feeds/2790364556456162234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6027761437656023845&amp;postID=2790364556456162234' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6027761437656023845/posts/default/2790364556456162234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6027761437656023845/posts/default/2790364556456162234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://balminaswashere.blogspot.com/2009/12/today-i-didnt-go-to-school.html' title=''/><author><name>BaLmiNaS DzuLkArNaiN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11248951525265696906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UGWou3BnWts/SLN8xvoJmsI/AAAAAAAAAAM/V7GzXtxl5Ls/S220/me!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6027761437656023845.post-2701620837782203658</id><published>2009-12-03T10:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-03T10:24:19.905+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Walao</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I just found out that there's gonna be a brand new IDS assignment for the &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;HOLIDAYS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; I'm like &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;WHAT?!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;We already chiong-ed our asses off for the entire term for all of our assignments for each and every single one of our modules because we were so looking forward to enjoying our 3 weeks of the holidays and now, we even have to break open our heads to finish up our new assignment during the&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;HOLIDAYS?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; How is that fair?? We can't even enjoy ourselves during school days and barely get enough sleep as it is and now, our holidays have also been robbed from us cuz we have to do our &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;HOLIDAY ASSIGNMENT?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;P.S: Screw design.&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/6027761437656023845-2701620837782203658?l=balminaswashere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://balminaswashere.blogspot.com/feeds/2701620837782203658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6027761437656023845&amp;postID=2701620837782203658' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6027761437656023845/posts/default/2701620837782203658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6027761437656023845/posts/default/2701620837782203658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://balminaswashere.blogspot.com/2009/12/walao.html' title='Walao'/><author><name>BaLmiNaS DzuLkArNaiN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11248951525265696906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UGWou3BnWts/SLN8xvoJmsI/AAAAAAAAAAM/V7GzXtxl5Ls/S220/me!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6027761437656023845.post-1209478805328565178</id><published>2009-12-02T14:43:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-02T15:03:08.868+08:00</updated><title type='text'>4 Aspects</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Body. Heart. Mind. Soul. The 4 main aspects of any human being. According to Sean Covey's book meant for teens, all teenagers should strengthen these 4 aspects of themselves in order to lead a happy and balanced lifestyle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;For me. An interior design student? I'm breaking my head and mind open every single day with assignments so that's done. Heart wise, I love my family, younger brother and close friends so that can be crossed off my list. I only need to work on my body and soul aspects in order to attain enlightenment. Haha! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Apparently, I finally figured out what was wrong with me since way back in April. What turned me into this fucked up bastard that I am. It's the bad habits that have been incorporated into me for so long, for years, in fact, that's making me so bitter and cold and resentful. I'm currently working on breaking these bad habits bit by bit so that eventually, in time to come, I will be able to break and get rid of these bad habits once and for all for good. It will be a long road ahead of me but if I can persevere and get through this winding road, I've got a lot of positive consequences that are waiting for me ahead.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't guarantee that I will be able to get you back in my life and that, we can become close back again like before cuz that is up to the hands of Allah. Chances of us becoming close back again like last time are almost close to zero. But I still have hopes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I know that by breaking these bad habits and getting rid of them permanently will change people's perception of me. I will be able to make many more new friends this way. I won't lose anymore friends. My life will be completely better. I'm actually smiling while posting this cuz I know that in time to come, things will get better.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;She was right. She will watch me fall and she did watch me fall. I did get hurt. I did get a taste of my own medication. Finding out the truth from her actually shocked me cuz I didn't expect it. The things she told me that shocked me has nothing to do with her and me. It's to do with me and someone else. But I guess I deserved it. I deserved what I got.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Losing my close friend actually shook up my world and brought me back down to Earth. Having the hurtful truth unfold before my very eyes by what she told me last night actually gave me a tight reality slap on my face and brought me back to my senses.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;P.S: I will change. But will someone notice?&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/6027761437656023845-1209478805328565178?l=balminaswashere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://balminaswashere.blogspot.com/feeds/1209478805328565178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6027761437656023845&amp;postID=1209478805328565178' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6027761437656023845/posts/default/1209478805328565178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6027761437656023845/posts/default/1209478805328565178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://balminaswashere.blogspot.com/2009/12/4-aspects.html' title='4 Aspects'/><author><name>BaLmiNaS DzuLkArNaiN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11248951525265696906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UGWou3BnWts/SLN8xvoJmsI/AAAAAAAAAAM/V7GzXtxl5Ls/S220/me!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6027761437656023845.post-8233404649969224751</id><published>2009-11-30T16:45:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-30T23:06:52.661+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lonesome</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;I feel so lonely. I mean. Ever since I lost my friend, whom I love so much up till now, things for me have been different. The clique in school is like drifting apart, with each individual going about their separate ways. That's the reason why every single time I'm in school, I will always sit at my own table and just do my own work while blasting songs on my laptop and rarely talk to anyone unless someone talks to me or unless I have to talk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Hanging out with my girlfriends made me realised that most guys are jerks. Pembusteds. Heartbreakers. Unappreciative bastards. Hearing their stories of their ex-es who physically abuse them and did alot of stupid ungrateful things to them really made my blood boil and I'm a freaking GUY for God's sake.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;I don't deny the fact that I still miss you. I don't deny the fact that I still love you either. I know you no longer feel the same way about me. We used to be the closest of friends but now, we don't even talk anymore or we do talk but we run out of things to talk about so quickly that we just end up keeping quiet. You've moved on successfully. I haven't although I'm trying my utmost hardest to do so. I mean. After everything that we've been through together for the past year or so, it's just hard for me to let go of our close friendship and to let you go just like that. But I know that it was my fault to begin with and I have to suffer the consequences.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Anyways, a few more submissions to go before I'm free from schoolwork for the next 3 weeks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;P.S: Every cloud has a silver lining.&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/6027761437656023845-8233404649969224751?l=balminaswashere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://balminaswashere.blogspot.com/feeds/8233404649969224751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6027761437656023845&amp;postID=8233404649969224751' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6027761437656023845/posts/default/8233404649969224751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6027761437656023845/posts/default/8233404649969224751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://balminaswashere.blogspot.com/2009/11/lonesome.html' title='Lonesome'/><author><name>BaLmiNaS DzuLkArNaiN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11248951525265696906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UGWou3BnWts/SLN8xvoJmsI/AAAAAAAAAAM/V7GzXtxl5Ls/S220/me!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6027761437656023845.post-4327743004069508316</id><published>2009-11-29T23:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-29T23:21:53.996+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fun day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hey! I just got back home from VivoCity. Went out with my ITE Clique just now minus one cuz sadly, &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Aisya&lt;/span&gt; couldn't make it. The plan was to just do a spot of window shopping in town but instead, we simply ate our dinner and slacked at Vivo's rooftop. Which was even better, seeing as all of  us are going broke and going window shopping will only make our hearts feel the pain from seeing so many beautiful and wonderful things that we wanna buy but lack the cash to purchase them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;There was something I wanted to say but I forgot. Urgh. Nevermind. Been feeling blur lately since yesterday. Probably due to the lack of sleep and the headache that followed suit yesterday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Oh yes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;~Adek Khairil. I know you don't read my blog often but if you do and you happen to read this post, just know that I'm so ON for a rematch. Yes. You're my brother but a rematch is a rematch. Adek tk adek. I will still beat you hands down. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Thanks, NNK, for the fun outing today. Love you guys. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;P.S: Smiles&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/6027761437656023845-4327743004069508316?l=balminaswashere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://balminaswashere.blogspot.com/feeds/4327743004069508316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6027761437656023845&amp;postID=4327743004069508316' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6027761437656023845/posts/default/4327743004069508316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6027761437656023845/posts/default/4327743004069508316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://balminaswashere.blogspot.com/2009/11/fun-day.html' title='Fun day'/><author><name>BaLmiNaS DzuLkArNaiN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11248951525265696906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UGWou3BnWts/SLN8xvoJmsI/AAAAAAAAAAM/V7GzXtxl5Ls/S220/me!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6027761437656023845.post-3517144653211338466</id><published>2009-11-29T00:55:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-29T01:02:44.994+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Submissions</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;2nd Dec:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;IDS Photographic Essay Submission&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;IDS Puppet+CD Submission&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;3rd Dec:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;XDM Individual &amp;amp; Group work submission&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;4th Dec:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;IDR Drawing folders submission&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;IDC Portfolio Submission&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Things to do:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Mon - Print out 15 best shots&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;            Print out POEMS essay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;            Print out XDM Interview essay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;            Print out MAT1 Research on Komyo-Ji Temple (Info+Pics)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;            Buy 2 A1 mounting boards from Art Friend and a stack of blank CDs from   Challenger&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;            Burn Puppet Ppt slides into a CD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;            XDM Groupwork load&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Mount IDS pics + POEMS essay on a1 mounting boards.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Mount MAT1 Temple pics(wallet prints) on a3 paper&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;P.S: Chiong&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/6027761437656023845-3517144653211338466?l=balminaswashere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://balminaswashere.blogspot.com/feeds/3517144653211338466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6027761437656023845&amp;postID=3517144653211338466' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6027761437656023845/posts/default/3517144653211338466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6027761437656023845/posts/default/3517144653211338466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://balminaswashere.blogspot.com/2009/11/submissions.html' title='Submissions'/><author><name>BaLmiNaS DzuLkArNaiN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11248951525265696906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UGWou3BnWts/SLN8xvoJmsI/AAAAAAAAAAM/V7GzXtxl5Ls/S220/me!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6027761437656023845.post-7835106215292547156</id><published>2009-11-28T12:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-28T12:20:17.787+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pool</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Yesterday was Hari Raya Haji. My God it was damn boring. I mean seeing as I came home late from school on Thursday night, I didn't go for the Hari Raya prayers yesterday as I was too damn shagged. Instead, I slept throughout the entire morning and woke up only at around noon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did some of my assignments, cleaned up my closet and was practically rotting at home. Brainwave struck. Invited &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Adek Khairil&lt;/span&gt; to tag along and play pool with me, together with &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Kakak&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Abang&lt;/span&gt;. The wait for a vacant table was worth it though cuz we had fun, like &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;LOADS OF FUN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Adek Khairil&lt;/span&gt; kept on criticising me at first before we got a vacant pool table, saying things like 'I know you suck la bro' or 'Kakak play better than you'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;I'm like 'We shall see dek. What makes you think I suck when you never even see me play pool before'?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;Adek Khairil : 'Cuz you said you don't like to play pool cuz like matrep. But you see got matrep here or no?'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;Me: 'Tkd but got ah...'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;Adek Khairil: 'Ah beng.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end, I won him like 3 times. The best part? When I won him for the second time, I simply looked at him and asked 'So you were saying adek?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His pathetic reply? 'Just now was on purpose.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahahahaha! Funny la my younger brother. Had a rematch and I emerged victorious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;~Adek. Now you think I still suck? :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Proceeded to White Sands Shopping Centre to do some toiletries shopping at Watsons, ate at KFC and went back home where &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Adek Khairil&lt;/span&gt; helped me with my hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;~Thanks adek! It looks awesome!~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;P.S: Naise :)&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/6027761437656023845-7835106215292547156?l=balminaswashere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://balminaswashere.blogspot.com/feeds/7835106215292547156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6027761437656023845&amp;postID=7835106215292547156' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6027761437656023845/posts/default/7835106215292547156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6027761437656023845/posts/default/7835106215292547156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://balminaswashere.blogspot.com/2009/11/pool.html' title='Pool'/><author><name>BaLmiNaS DzuLkArNaiN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11248951525265696906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UGWou3BnWts/SLN8xvoJmsI/AAAAAAAAAAM/V7GzXtxl5Ls/S220/me!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6027761437656023845.post-7554308707978163938</id><published>2009-11-27T07:58:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-27T08:11:02.780+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Yesterday was the SP Star competition. SD lost the cheering competition to SMA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;~CONGRATS ASH BROTHER!~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Anyways, SP Star was fabulous. Not awesome but fabulous. &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Azmira&lt;/span&gt; came in third place. Admittedly, some of the female contestants had huge vocal chords as they were able to take on &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Christina Aguilera's 'Hurt'&lt;/span&gt; and&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt; Beyonce's 'Halo'&lt;/span&gt; effortlessly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Lately, I realised that I'm getting hooked on &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Evanescence's&lt;/span&gt; songs, especially &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Bring Me To Life, My Immortal and Missing&lt;/span&gt;. Old songs, I know, but the lyrics of these songs are in unison with how my life is right about now and moreover, &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Amy Lee's&lt;/span&gt; voice is&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; BOOMZ!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;I just feel like giving up on everything. I mean. What's the point of me loving and caring so much for an individual if my love, care and concern for them is only gonna come back and bite me in the ass and hurt me? And I still don't understand why I still love and care alot about you, when firstly, I know that you don't feel the same way about me anymore and secondly, all hopes of us becoming close back again like last time are all gone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;I just realised. When people make new friends, old friends tend to be left behind and forgotten. I feel weird and out of place, even when I'm mixing around with my own cliques. Weird much?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; I guess everything's my fault. No one's to be blamed. Really. No one except me cuz it ain't no one's fault but mine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;P.S: 1 more month till the NEW YEAR&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/6027761437656023845-7554308707978163938?l=balminaswashere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://balminaswashere.blogspot.com/feeds/7554308707978163938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6027761437656023845&amp;postID=7554308707978163938' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6027761437656023845/posts/default/7554308707978163938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6027761437656023845/posts/default/7554308707978163938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://balminaswashere.blogspot.com/2009/11/yesterday-was-sp-star-competition.html' title=''/><author><name>BaLmiNaS DzuLkArNaiN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11248951525265696906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UGWou3BnWts/SLN8xvoJmsI/AAAAAAAAAAM/V7GzXtxl5Ls/S220/me!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
