<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11159481</id><updated>2012-02-09T19:35:06.762+08:00</updated><category term='2.4km run'/><category term='Stupid Witness'/><category term='npcc'/><category term='bugis'/><category term='science lab'/><category term='l'/><category term='bad luck'/><category term='Fatin is injured la'/><category term='campcraft'/><category term='wedding'/><category term='Literature'/><category term='blood'/><category term='Kiasu'/><category term='Journey to no where...'/><category term='NPCC ATC'/><title type='text'>A journey to no where...</title><subtitle type='html'>This blog had been invaded by the Snowman Empire. Enter your own risk. :D</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theageoftheunderstatement.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11159481/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theageoftheunderstatement.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11159481/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Nur Aisyah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08942808075063967750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>250</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11159481.post-2289778649291292925</id><published>2009-01-01T16:35:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T20:31:53.716+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Blog.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Hello guys. I've moved to a new blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yes. MOVED.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simply click the icon at the left hand side of this page.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11159481-2289778649291292925?l=theageoftheunderstatement.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theageoftheunderstatement.blogspot.com/feeds/2289778649291292925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11159481&amp;postID=2289778649291292925&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11159481/posts/default/2289778649291292925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11159481/posts/default/2289778649291292925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theageoftheunderstatement.blogspot.com/2009/01/new-blog.html' title='New Blog.'/><author><name>Nur Aisyah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08942808075063967750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11159481.post-4221304893073762802</id><published>2008-12-30T10:56:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T10:58:52.364+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Boot Incident</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Since Fi's computer brokedown, I doubt she's gonna read this one. And sorry for the broken English. Just bear with it and try to understand. Directed by Razlinda. k bye. pfft.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M-_5gqko7wM/SVmOHMbDejI/AAAAAAAAAiw/eETZS9o2JvE/s1600-h/Comic+Strip.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 142px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M-_5gqko7wM/SVmOHMbDejI/AAAAAAAAAiw/eETZS9o2JvE/s320/Comic+Strip.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285411891940915762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11159481-4221304893073762802?l=theageoftheunderstatement.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theageoftheunderstatement.blogspot.com/feeds/4221304893073762802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11159481&amp;postID=4221304893073762802&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11159481/posts/default/4221304893073762802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11159481/posts/default/4221304893073762802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theageoftheunderstatement.blogspot.com/2008/12/boot-incident.html' title='The Boot Incident'/><author><name>Nur Aisyah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08942808075063967750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M-_5gqko7wM/SVmOHMbDejI/AAAAAAAAAiw/eETZS9o2JvE/s72-c/Comic+Strip.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11159481.post-462264407687931844</id><published>2008-12-26T13:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-26T14:07:45.772+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Twilight.</title><content type='html'>Like I said. I have to admit that Twilight was rather disappointing. I don't really understand why people liked the movie so much. Well storyline is okay but the acting is erm, I don't really know how to describe it in English but in Malay it's called 'Kaku'. Hmm.. Nevermind. That movie's kinda boring too and very very slow. Oh so what. I don't care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh before I forget, it was a last minute decision. Yesterday night at around 11pm, we were all still awake and since dad came home at around 11.30pm, he decided to watch the 11.55pm show. The movie was about 2 hours long so we went home at around 2+ in the morning. The thing is, I'm suppose to attend today's npcc training but I overslept cause I'm too tired. Wasted 2 hours of watching some unexciting movie. Wow then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now since I have nothing better to do, I'll go play some games on facebook. I think I'm addicted to it already. Hahaha! Okay, adios.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11159481-462264407687931844?l=theageoftheunderstatement.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theageoftheunderstatement.blogspot.com/feeds/462264407687931844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11159481&amp;postID=462264407687931844&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11159481/posts/default/462264407687931844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11159481/posts/default/462264407687931844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theageoftheunderstatement.blogspot.com/2008/12/twilight.html' title='Twilight.'/><author><name>Nur Aisyah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08942808075063967750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11159481.post-7096741140560328248</id><published>2008-12-24T18:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-24T18:51:02.645+08:00</updated><title type='text'>dot.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;Hello hot hot people. :D I don't know what to blog. Ala, later uhs. hahahahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;k bye.&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/11159481-7096741140560328248?l=theageoftheunderstatement.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theageoftheunderstatement.blogspot.com/feeds/7096741140560328248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11159481&amp;postID=7096741140560328248&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11159481/posts/default/7096741140560328248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11159481/posts/default/7096741140560328248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theageoftheunderstatement.blogspot.com/2008/12/dot.html' title='dot.'/><author><name>Nur Aisyah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08942808075063967750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11159481.post-8332206060159370023</id><published>2008-12-20T15:05:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-20T15:33:29.470+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sec 1 orientation / 'Indigo Outing'</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hey, yesterday was one hell of a day though it didn't turn out as it was suppose to be. Anyway, we had some jobs for sec one orientation thing and I was assigned to be one of the ushers. Okay, well the job is not that tiring, in fact, it was kinda fun. :D Ayu can't stop saying 'Morning!' LOL. Oh and not to forget, Von did not come yesterday as she was very ill. High fever that is. Oh well, get well soon Von. (: So yeah, after all these ushering thing, Mun and I went to Food Culture to have our so called lunch since we hadn't got breakfast. Well maybe, some curry puffs and those delicious sandwiches only. After roaming around the mall, we got bored and went home instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, I received an sms. It was from Razlinda asking if I'm coming to the 'Indigo Outing' or not. I told them maybe cause I think I need a break. I had to wake up at 5am in the morning as we had to reach school latest by 6.45am so imagine, I'm kind of tired. ;l But since not many people were able to join them, I pitied them so I tagged along. I bought some snacks in case they were hungry. And I should say we had a great time although I didn't bring extra clothes. I had forgotten all about it but nevermind. At least those two had fun. ( &lt;em&gt;If you know what I mean. Scroll down to see more. :D&lt;/em&gt; )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M-_5gqko7wM/SUybWenaNKI/AAAAAAAAAio/fz-5h783_9o/s1600-h/DSC00380.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281767273476535458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M-_5gqko7wM/SUybWenaNKI/AAAAAAAAAio/fz-5h783_9o/s320/DSC00380.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Peace Amirah! LOL. She came too cause we're lacking of people. That explains why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M-_5gqko7wM/SUybWS5VHiI/AAAAAAAAAig/YSyRHEP0cic/s1600-h/DSC00379.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281767270330474018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M-_5gqko7wM/SUybWS5VHiI/AAAAAAAAAig/YSyRHEP0cic/s320/DSC00379.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Enjoying the sea breeze..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M-_5gqko7wM/SUybWA9zMhI/AAAAAAAAAiY/SgzyNh-DGok/s1600-h/DSC00378.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281767265517384210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M-_5gqko7wM/SUybWA9zMhI/AAAAAAAAAiY/SgzyNh-DGok/s320/DSC00378.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Introducing those two lovebirds. LOL Just kidding. :P Razlinda and Syafiqah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M-_5gqko7wM/SUybWHa5tZI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/0A4-dHDK_WU/s1600-h/DSC00377.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281767267250058642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M-_5gqko7wM/SUybWHa5tZI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/0A4-dHDK_WU/s320/DSC00377.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHA. Nice one Fi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M-_5gqko7wM/SUybWD2Z5vI/AAAAAAAAAiI/TEKvhiCuCFQ/s1600-h/DSC00376.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281767266291672818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M-_5gqko7wM/SUybWD2Z5vI/AAAAAAAAAiI/TEKvhiCuCFQ/s320/DSC00376.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And this was written by Fi. :) Sorry no photos of me. rawrrr.♥ &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Catch you guys later! Till then.. :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11159481-8332206060159370023?l=theageoftheunderstatement.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theageoftheunderstatement.blogspot.com/feeds/8332206060159370023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11159481&amp;postID=8332206060159370023&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11159481/posts/default/8332206060159370023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11159481/posts/default/8332206060159370023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theageoftheunderstatement.blogspot.com/2008/12/sec-1-orientation-indigo-outing.html' title='Sec 1 orientation / &apos;Indigo Outing&apos;'/><author><name>Nur Aisyah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08942808075063967750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M-_5gqko7wM/SUybWenaNKI/AAAAAAAAAio/fz-5h783_9o/s72-c/DSC00380.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11159481.post-6701465263431053200</id><published>2008-12-16T21:19:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T21:42:23.581+08:00</updated><title type='text'>RockBand / Swimming</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hi guys!!! Today was one of a hectic day. It's so AWESOME! HAHAHA. Had a great laugh for the whole of today till we kinda embarrassed ourselves in front of the public. Oh who cares anyway? xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So they reached my house around 11.45pm. (Oi guys, you're 45 minutes late. tsk) And they are Amirah, Syafiqah, Ayu, Razlinda, Hasanah, Shakira and Jana. Oh actually Jana joined us later at the Swimming Complex. So yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Played Rockband till about 1pm then went off to Swimming Complex. Someone sang macam rumah nak roboh. Serious. HAHA. So the kekek. K nevermind la. Not insulting anyone eh. xD kk shush.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then headed there and got changed into our swimming suits. Fifi aduh. Seksa oi. She's the only one who wears sleeveless. LOL. And oh not forgetting, I must blog about this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;AYU PANTAT GOYANG! LOL&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K ah. So kekek. Then Hasanah happen to see her cousins there. Amirah, :p *ahem ahem.* LOL. Gatal sia satu2. -_- Ape nak jadi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what else to blog about. You could read them at Syafiqah's, Ayu's and Amirah's blog. Chao!&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/11159481-6701465263431053200?l=theageoftheunderstatement.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theageoftheunderstatement.blogspot.com/feeds/6701465263431053200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11159481&amp;postID=6701465263431053200&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11159481/posts/default/6701465263431053200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11159481/posts/default/6701465263431053200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theageoftheunderstatement.blogspot.com/2008/12/rockband-swimming.html' title='RockBand / Swimming'/><author><name>Nur Aisyah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08942808075063967750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11159481.post-3992154379657697565</id><published>2008-12-12T17:59:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T18:50:20.289+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Npcc ish lurbx. LOL!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M-_5gqko7wM/SUI9-oG_e7I/AAAAAAAAAiA/uMuJJfpEuWQ/s1600-h/DSC00227.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M-_5gqko7wM/SUI9-oG_e7I/AAAAAAAAAiA/uMuJJfpEuWQ/s320/DSC00227.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278849859359570866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Say Hi to candid me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M-_5gqko7wM/SUI9-HMpnZI/AAAAAAAAAh4/RLa7MX_ni9k/s1600-h/DSC00228.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M-_5gqko7wM/SUI9-HMpnZI/AAAAAAAAAh4/RLa7MX_ni9k/s320/DSC00228.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278849850524933522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Stupid McDonald's. We get diarrhoea after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, those two pics were taken 3 days ago. HAHAHA. Can't find the USB cable that's why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M-_5gqko7wM/SUI9xFwfhsI/AAAAAAAAAhw/WA7JGfevkMU/s1600-h/DSC00277.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M-_5gqko7wM/SUI9xFwfhsI/AAAAAAAAAhw/WA7JGfevkMU/s320/DSC00277.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278849626800096962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Jana!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M-_5gqko7wM/SUI9xI95LpI/AAAAAAAAAho/OzrM6aWikiw/s1600-h/DSC00282.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M-_5gqko7wM/SUI9xI95LpI/AAAAAAAAAho/OzrM6aWikiw/s320/DSC00282.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278849627661610642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Birthday girl, aka Chocolate Strawberry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M-_5gqko7wM/SUI9w39hy9I/AAAAAAAAAhg/JpNU_-sH_jw/s1600-h/DSC00284.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M-_5gqko7wM/SUI9w39hy9I/AAAAAAAAAhg/JpNU_-sH_jw/s320/DSC00284.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278849623096675282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Birthday Bashed! HAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M-_5gqko7wM/SUI9w3-FlqI/AAAAAAAAAhY/Z5w-b1-rMyE/s1600-h/DSC00285.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M-_5gqko7wM/SUI9w3-FlqI/AAAAAAAAAhY/Z5w-b1-rMyE/s320/DSC00285.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278849623099020962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sup guys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M-_5gqko7wM/SUI9wrLDd8I/AAAAAAAAAhQ/5Pt4wz1os88/s1600-h/DSC00286.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M-_5gqko7wM/SUI9wrLDd8I/AAAAAAAAAhQ/5Pt4wz1os88/s320/DSC00286.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278849619663747010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Belated birthday. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M-_5gqko7wM/SUI9cTKLxTI/AAAAAAAAAhI/BeK1JbJLS68/s1600-h/DSC00287.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M-_5gqko7wM/SUI9cTKLxTI/AAAAAAAAAhI/BeK1JbJLS68/s320/DSC00287.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278849269620262194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The boys only knows how to 'lepak'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M-_5gqko7wM/SUI9cLkzCPI/AAAAAAAAAhA/cMe2dt0nQFU/s1600-h/DSC00288.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M-_5gqko7wM/SUI9cLkzCPI/AAAAAAAAAhA/cMe2dt0nQFU/s320/DSC00288.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278849267584403698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Alamak, sorry gambar senget. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M-_5gqko7wM/SUI9cOFeaFI/AAAAAAAAAg4/ySP3x0KBTrg/s1600-h/DSC00289.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M-_5gqko7wM/SUI9cOFeaFI/AAAAAAAAAg4/ySP3x0KBTrg/s320/DSC00289.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278849268258334802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Shakira!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M-_5gqko7wM/SUI9bwQua0I/AAAAAAAAAgw/g8YO4PZ-tm0/s1600-h/DSC00290.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M-_5gqko7wM/SUI9bwQua0I/AAAAAAAAAgw/g8YO4PZ-tm0/s320/DSC00290.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278849260252457794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"Ahhh! Tidakk!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M-_5gqko7wM/SUI9btQ6GGI/AAAAAAAAAgo/OF5jcg0D0mw/s1600-h/DSC00291.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M-_5gqko7wM/SUI9btQ6GGI/AAAAAAAAAgo/OF5jcg0D0mw/s320/DSC00291.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278849259447916642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Omg, someone's trying to rape her. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M-_5gqko7wM/SUI9I_JQncI/AAAAAAAAAgg/mnefv_VFJqU/s1600-h/DSC00292.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M-_5gqko7wM/SUI9I_JQncI/AAAAAAAAAgg/mnefv_VFJqU/s320/DSC00292.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278848937830161858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Bedal sampai kicap!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M-_5gqko7wM/SUI9Ihglx3I/AAAAAAAAAgY/h1K-5sKT1a0/s1600-h/DSC00293.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M-_5gqko7wM/SUI9Ihglx3I/AAAAAAAAAgY/h1K-5sKT1a0/s320/DSC00293.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278848929874954098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;HAHAHAHAHAAHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M-_5gqko7wM/SUI9IEoHBtI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/H4qaGEw8RPA/s1600-h/DSC00295.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M-_5gqko7wM/SUI9IEoHBtI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/H4qaGEw8RPA/s320/DSC00295.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278848922121864914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hasanah!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M-_5gqko7wM/SUI9IH8sfSI/AAAAAAAAAgI/p2gyf_fOu7s/s1600-h/DSC00296.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M-_5gqko7wM/SUI9IH8sfSI/AAAAAAAAAgI/p2gyf_fOu7s/s320/DSC00296.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278848923013512482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hello!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M-_5gqko7wM/SUI9H-urQTI/AAAAAAAAAgA/CknNH7tahF0/s1600-h/DSC00297.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M-_5gqko7wM/SUI9H-urQTI/AAAAAAAAAgA/CknNH7tahF0/s320/DSC00297.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278848920538792242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The birthday bash was totally awesome. (lurbs) LOL! I twit better than you do! :o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-size:180%;" &gt;AND SEE YA! I can't wait for the next training♥ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11159481-3992154379657697565?l=theageoftheunderstatement.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theageoftheunderstatement.blogspot.com/feeds/3992154379657697565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11159481&amp;postID=3992154379657697565&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11159481/posts/default/3992154379657697565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11159481/posts/default/3992154379657697565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theageoftheunderstatement.blogspot.com/2008/12/npcc-ish-lurbx-lol.html' title='Npcc ish lurbx. LOL!!!'/><author><name>Nur Aisyah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08942808075063967750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M-_5gqko7wM/SUI9-oG_e7I/AAAAAAAAAiA/uMuJJfpEuWQ/s72-c/DSC00227.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11159481.post-6643338382434322591</id><published>2008-12-09T20:55:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T21:09:05.907+08:00</updated><title type='text'>AWESOME DAY! AHAHA</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Today was one hell of an amazing day. HAHAHAHAHAHAHAH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Decided not to post it here as it would bring shame to the person who seem to have a really bad day today. Seriously, I think it's very funny but to that person, she wouldn't see it that way cause she had been enduring the pain throughout the whole journey to school. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;And training ended early&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So yesterday was Hari Raya Haji.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;I'm wishing you all a Selamat Hari Raya Aidiiladha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And selamat mengorban kambing. LOL&lt;/span&gt; (&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Okay, this is so extra, I know.&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And I heard that;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ARCTIC MONKEYS MAY COME TO SINGAPORE!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WOOHOOOOOOOO!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buhbye.♥&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/11159481-6643338382434322591?l=theageoftheunderstatement.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theageoftheunderstatement.blogspot.com/feeds/6643338382434322591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11159481&amp;postID=6643338382434322591&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11159481/posts/default/6643338382434322591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11159481/posts/default/6643338382434322591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theageoftheunderstatement.blogspot.com/2008/12/awesome-day-ahaha.html' title='AWESOME DAY! AHAHA'/><author><name>Nur Aisyah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08942808075063967750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11159481.post-7394558311730414951</id><published>2008-12-07T17:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-07T17:06:25.424+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday peeps</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's the 7th December already. I need something to post and now I have it. Finally!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Happy birthday to Shikin McChikin and Hamzah(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;If you're even reading this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;)!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grow up and be a MAN/WOMAN! lawl. Sorry for not updating lately. I've got no idea what to post. My life seems pretty boring these days so there's nothing really amusing or exciting to share about. -zips. Okay maybe there is but I've got to put it under personal category. No one should even know about it. Bye.&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/11159481-7394558311730414951?l=theageoftheunderstatement.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theageoftheunderstatement.blogspot.com/feeds/7394558311730414951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11159481&amp;postID=7394558311730414951&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11159481/posts/default/7394558311730414951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11159481/posts/default/7394558311730414951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theageoftheunderstatement.blogspot.com/2008/12/happy-birthday-peeps.html' title='Happy Birthday peeps'/><author><name>Nur Aisyah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08942808075063967750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11159481.post-4989114855731694652</id><published>2008-12-03T16:00:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T16:07:58.361+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Away/Screenshots</title><content type='html'>K so my blog had been dead for the past few days. Reason being, lazy to update and was away in Malaysia for 4 days. I could remember that the first day in Malaysia, I fart alot cause too much air in my stomach. Yes. It's disgusting but come on. Don't tell me you had never farted at least once in your entire life. :) I'm open minded so bear with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And just now was some conversation we had with (check out who's inside). HAHA! Chaos I tell you. Okay I don't really have the mood to blog. I'll just stop here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M-_5gqko7wM/STY9eewpHcI/AAAAAAAAAf4/tuRjS8fxu9U/s1600-h/msn+8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M-_5gqko7wM/STY9eewpHcI/AAAAAAAAAf4/tuRjS8fxu9U/s320/msn+8.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275471607373569474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M-_5gqko7wM/STY9eBzvBYI/AAAAAAAAAfw/kbhu24g5ti4/s1600-h/msn+7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M-_5gqko7wM/STY9eBzvBYI/AAAAAAAAAfw/kbhu24g5ti4/s320/msn+7.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275471599601911170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M-_5gqko7wM/STY9ePuuMUI/AAAAAAAAAfo/xv-xgRe3Zng/s1600-h/msn+6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M-_5gqko7wM/STY86cWVJnI/AAAAAAAAAfA/UhdnraLLZ44/s320/msn+1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275470988251047538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11159481-4989114855731694652?l=theageoftheunderstatement.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theageoftheunderstatement.blogspot.com/feeds/4989114855731694652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11159481&amp;postID=4989114855731694652&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11159481/posts/default/4989114855731694652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11159481/posts/default/4989114855731694652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theageoftheunderstatement.blogspot.com/2008/12/awayscreenshots.html' title='Away/Screenshots'/><author><name>Nur Aisyah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08942808075063967750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M-_5gqko7wM/STY9eewpHcI/AAAAAAAAAf4/tuRjS8fxu9U/s72-c/msn+8.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11159481.post-9124261431064516958</id><published>2008-11-24T12:48:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T20:06:28.128+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Quiz. :(</title><content type='html'>The person who tags you is ?&lt;br /&gt;Siti Nur Syafiqah Bte Azman / Nurul Syafiqah Bte Mohd Omar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your relationship with him/her ?&lt;br /&gt;For both: Bestie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your five impressions of him/her?&lt;br /&gt;For both: Approachable, reliable, zany, wacko, humorous&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most memorable thing he/she had done for you ?&lt;br /&gt;For both: Well I don't know but she sure does help me out a lot of times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most memorable thing he/she had said to you ?&lt;br /&gt;For both: I can't remember. Sorry I'm senile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If he/she becomes your lover, things he/she has to improve on will be ?&lt;br /&gt;For both: Lover? She's already my gf. Please laaa. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If he/she become your enemy, you will ?&lt;br /&gt;For both: Enemy? Never will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is it that you want to tell her now ?&lt;br /&gt;For both: Hiex. euu ish lurbxz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your overall impression of him/her?&lt;br /&gt;For both: The bestie who I can rely on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do you think people around you will feel around you ?&lt;br /&gt;Could you um, rephrase that question once again? o_o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The characters you love of yourself are ?&lt;br /&gt;Take note of your English please thank you LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the contrary, the characters you hate yourself are ?&lt;br /&gt;Jealousy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most ideal person you want to be is ?&lt;br /&gt;I love being myself. Why be other person when you're having so much fun being just yourself?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the people that care and like you, say something to them.&lt;br /&gt;iie lurbx euu. HAHAHAHA! Look how I twit. I bet you can't beat that! LOL. Nah just kidding. :l&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pass this quiz to 10 people that you wish to know how they feel about you:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Vonnie&lt;br /&gt;2. Aloysius&lt;br /&gt;3. Ayu&lt;br /&gt;4. Ira biskot&lt;br /&gt;5. Husna Roti&lt;br /&gt;6. Razlinda&lt;br /&gt;7. Shikin/Smek/Chicken&lt;br /&gt;8. Shaz&lt;br /&gt;9. Idris&lt;br /&gt;10. Zulhusni&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If no 7 and 10 are together, will it be a good thing ?&lt;br /&gt;They dont know each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is no.2 studying about ?&lt;br /&gt;Himself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When was the last time you had a chat with no.3 ?&lt;br /&gt;Quite some time ago..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What kind of music does no. 8 like ?&lt;br /&gt;Not sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is no. 10 doing now ?&lt;br /&gt;Not sure too. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is no. 7 the sexiest person in the world ?&lt;br /&gt;Yes babe. She's a hotstuff. :B&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does no. 1 have any pets ?&lt;br /&gt;She'll run away from her house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are no.1 and no. 5 best friends?&lt;br /&gt;They don't know each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What color does no.4 likes ?&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure eyh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where does no.4 live ?&lt;br /&gt;Woodlands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you tried developing feelings for no.8 ?&lt;br /&gt;HAHA! Lol no?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talk about something for no.1.&lt;br /&gt;She's vonnie my best friend. FRIENDS FOR LYFEE! MIIEX LURBS EUU AS FREN! HAHAHAHA! god. why do i twit. it's horrible. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where is no.2 studying at ?&lt;br /&gt;Junyuan Sec.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does no. 5 and 9 get along well ?&lt;br /&gt;I think they've forgotten each other or doesn't even know each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is the hobby of no. 10 ?&lt;br /&gt;Haha, dunno.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is the surname of no.5 ?&lt;br /&gt;Roti! LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is no.4 single ?&lt;br /&gt;Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will you woo no.3 ?&lt;br /&gt;Ayu? sure. I'll do it every training if you say so. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How about no.7 ?&lt;br /&gt;Of course! HAHAHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does no. 6 have any siblings ?&lt;br /&gt;Uhhuh. Younger ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11159481-9124261431064516958?l=theageoftheunderstatement.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theageoftheunderstatement.blogspot.com/feeds/9124261431064516958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11159481&amp;postID=9124261431064516958&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11159481/posts/default/9124261431064516958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11159481/posts/default/9124261431064516958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theageoftheunderstatement.blogspot.com/2008/11/quiz.html' title='Quiz. :('/><author><name>Nur Aisyah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08942808075063967750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11159481.post-82008869799071714</id><published>2008-11-22T15:23:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-22T16:21:44.809+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Peer Medation/Support</title><content type='html'>Looks like three days of peer support has ended. I didn't expect it to be so fast. And I also thought it was gonna be boring but I was SO WRONG! It was one of the most exciting workshops I had ever attended to. I would want to go for another one if I had the chance to do so. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the second day, I must say that only a few made up on that day as those who weren't present had their own personal reasons why. So we had no choice but to keep the team spirit up. We really tried our best in all the activities. Well you should see who turned up on that day. Well those who weren't there on the 2nd day really missed out the fun cause among the three days, I think the 2nd day is the most exciting one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So alright. I'm doing a favour for ira. I'm trying to summarise for all my posts so easier for you to read. HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kay then the 3rd day. Couldn't really remember much. Omg, am I getting senile each day or what? Oh yes. I could remember that we played the Human Snake game, something like that. Siti gave birth to all of us! HAHAHA. I was so stupid to wear 3/4 pants. Then those at the back crawled in between our legs, the hair flicked till my legs and it was so ticklish! I couldn't stand any much longer lol. Oh yes, before I forget, we had a 2 hour lunch break as the Muslim boys had to go for Friday prayers. We went to KFC to have our meal. Sat with the same old people, Mun, Von, Zaf, Delfina, Afiqah, Debbie and some other leaders.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While enjoying the peer support, it suddenly came to an end. Von was so emotional at that time as she got a few awards and blabla. You know what I mean. I really enjoyed it and my group members are all very supportive. :) Nice working with you guys. And thanks to our facilitator, Kerrie and Kristel. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;And I got tagged by zakir. lol. :l&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rules &amp;amp; regulations:&lt;br /&gt;1) Each player of this game starts off with 10 weird things/habits/little known facts about yourself&lt;br /&gt;2) People who get tagged need to write a blog of their own 10 weird things/habits/little know facts as well as state this rule clearly&lt;br /&gt;3) At the end, you need to choose 10 people to be tagged &amp;amp; list their names&lt;br /&gt;4) No tag back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;1) I have a bad habit of plucking my hair. :(&lt;br /&gt;2) I'm lame. Very lame. :)&lt;br /&gt;3) I try to stay awake no matter how tired I am.&lt;br /&gt;4) I must listen to at least 20 songs per day.&lt;br /&gt;5) I can't live without my wonderful people around me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh god. Is that it? Oh well then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~~&lt;br /&gt;People Who Are Tagged&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Anyone&lt;br /&gt;2) Who&lt;br /&gt;3) Is&lt;br /&gt;4) Bored&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't think of any. D: Oh well. Do it if you're bored. bye.&lt;br /&gt;~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally I could wake up late today. And oh god. I'm missing some of my wonderful people and especially this special someone. Oh well. I gotta go. Dad misses his PC as he didn't use it for only 2 days -.- Chao~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11159481-82008869799071714?l=theageoftheunderstatement.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theageoftheunderstatement.blogspot.com/feeds/82008869799071714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11159481&amp;postID=82008869799071714&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11159481/posts/default/82008869799071714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11159481/posts/default/82008869799071714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theageoftheunderstatement.blogspot.com/2008/11/peer-medationsupport.html' title='Peer Medation/Support'/><author><name>Nur Aisyah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08942808075063967750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11159481.post-992162955536778917</id><published>2008-11-19T19:33:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T21:33:57.300+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Weird much.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;I KNOW I HAD NOT BEEN UPLOADING PICTURES, SORRY BUT, I DON'T HAVE ANY INTERESTING ONES SO IF YOU THINK THIS BLOG'S BORING, PLEASE DON'T COMPLAIN. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I hadn't blog anything about yesterday so here goes. There was another NP training yesterday but this time it was drills and games. In the morning until our lunch break that was about 12.30pm, we did drills all the way and took part in this so-called game where we all would line up in one straight and neat row. Then one by one will get their chance to give out commands after commands that are connected to the one before. So those who commanded wrongly, we'll go down with 5 pumpings. Well yes it's tiring but it was kind of an excitement though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we had our one hour lunch break. Oh yes, Razlinda was late and she brought along the cake that she baked as she'll be leaving us right after we had our break. Then Syaf and I went to buy the secret recipe at the bubble tea shop and bought our bread while Ayu and Raz waited for us opposite school. We walked into the school premises and slacked there until they came back. While waiting, I borrowed one of my squad mates' badminton racket and versus my opponent whom I happened to forget. Then we didn't realise that we kept playing badminton until our CCA ends. Haha, slacking period or were we just having fun? I don't know. We were dismissed at 4 if I'm not wrong then Syaf and I went to the same bubble tea shop and bought the secret recipe. Too delicious, so irresistible. x_x Uhh, bought it then went home while we talk about random stuffs like about the video our seniors did on the abra cadabra lip sync (-.-") Kay, too ridiculous. I was on a rofl mode. bleargh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, there was no rest. Once I reached home, took a bath, got dressed and went out again to Johor to watch Madagascar 2 and also some grocery shopping. The movie was hilarious. I couldn't stop laughing until the girl who sat next to me looked at me one kind. HAHA! Yes, it was really bad. I mean the way I laughed. You should see me laugh one day. Cheyh. :x Then I thought of going home straight after that when they said they were all famished. So had to sit down with them and wait till they finish their meals. Went home after that and slept throughout the journey home. Hehs. I was too tired that I couldn't even feel my legs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then slept at 1am and woke up at 6.30am for the Peer Mediation for some Leadership thing. It was an enjoyable lecture, really and we got to know that there would be a new staff next year. She's going to be a part-time counsellor and she's from NEW YORK CITY! How awesome can that get? Yeah yeah. I still couldn't stop laughing at the picture I drew earlier. It was suppose to be a house but I changed it into some monstrous thing. HAHAHA. Wicked. It ends at around 4pm as tonight they had to help out with the prom night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mun, Von, Zaf and I went to Blue Sea right after they dismissed us and something really scary/weird/funny happened. First, there was this group of Temasek Poly students queuing up when one of them was like blocking the way. If I'm not wrong, there was this man who was walking along the pathway when he accidentally hit the boy. And the boy accidentally said the F word. Then arguments. Typical Singaporeans. :) So while waiting for their Cheese Fries, (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I didn't order it&lt;/span&gt;) There was this woman/lady/girl (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;k wth, LOL&lt;/span&gt;) who queued up to buy something. Then I accidentally heard her meow-ing. Then I asked Von if she heard it but no she didn't but she did heard it in the bus when we took the same bus with her. We sat at the very back and she was like one seat in front of us. Then she started meow-ing again and Von was like imitating her then Mun started laughing. Then she turned around and GUESS WHAT!? SHE BARKED AT US! AS IN "WOOF!" Then we were like OMG until we stood in front of the bus. HAHAHA. SCARY OR WHAT!? She kept peeking at us with that, that FACE! Right that very moment, I got shiver down my spine. LMAO. Then once we reached the interchange, Mun ran to the MRT while Zaf and I ran the other way to our buses. HAHAHAHA. Well I think that's it. Heh. More to blog about tomorrow! Not to worry! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11159481-992162955536778917?l=theageoftheunderstatement.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theageoftheunderstatement.blogspot.com/feeds/992162955536778917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11159481&amp;postID=992162955536778917&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11159481/posts/default/992162955536778917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11159481/posts/default/992162955536778917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theageoftheunderstatement.blogspot.com/2008/11/weird-much.html' title='Weird much.'/><author><name>Nur Aisyah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08942808075063967750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11159481.post-988134133267262764</id><published>2008-11-17T21:29:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T22:35:05.820+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Npcc.</title><content type='html'>Had a really long day today. There was CCA this morning at 10am. Met Amirah and (I forgot his name) at Tampines Interchange as they told me that they're waiting for Chopin.  While waiting, Amirah took out her Rubik cube and started to solve it. I borrowed it from her and did 2 layers. I had forgotten the step for the last layer and pass it back to her. heheheh. Then found out that he couldn't wake up so we left without him. We're late by a few minutes. Oh nevermind...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first thing we did was campcraft. We had to learn back all our knots and lashes as most of us had forgotten it so yeah. Really important for pitching tents at Kota Tinggi. Then we had to make a ground sheet for the tent as a shelter with 0.6m poles and twines to make it stand and stable. Well what I thought was that 0.6m poles could not support the tentage as they're too short and easily bent if the twines are not tightened and secured like what happened earlier. Our shelter dismentaled as there was no support. Syafiqah and I did most of the work as Ayu had to help out with the sec ones and Razlinda who didn't attend training cause she got something on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After working out with the campcraft thing, we finally had our 1hr 10min break. As we knew that we had a lot of time left, we sauntered our way to the bubble tea shop with Amira SC as we met her outside of school. We bought the secret recipe and I have to say that it tastes heavenly. Hahaha. All thanks to Ayu and Syafiqah for introducing to me the bubble tea new flavour. It tastes more to sweetness, sourness and I could taste a mixture of Strawberry, and some other fruits. It's a smoothie if you didn't know. Then me and Syaf went to Blue Sea and bought our cheese fries there. Like what Syaf said, the auntie doesn't know how to put chilli sauce. She only put at the side and very little chilli sauce. How are we suppose to eat when the sauce is deep inside the styrofoam box? Oh well. Looks like we had to 'dig in'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We made our way back to school and waited for the rest until they come back. Then we continued doing our shelter with the time limit given though we didn't manage to finish on time. Haha. First timers should take one step at a time. So it's okay for them to finish late. Being in the campcraft team isn't a waste of time after all. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I'm not wrong, right after that, we had a crime prevention test which was only about a few minutes and they're only shown in the slides and has got nothing to do with the papers or pens and stuff. It was rather a short one I must say. A few slides and "boom", you receive a new badge. :o Isn't that fantastic? Hahahaha! Yeah whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was done for that lecture and next it was games. We played frisbee, hit-the-cone style. We're like monkeys that had just escaped from the zoo, really. And yes. We played rough. Haha. I don't even know what's the score. Until now, I can't feel my legs. Too tired. Then we got inside after the game when people behind me started to burst with laughter. They were like looking at me and laughing at the same time so I was wondering what's up? Then I realised something really really really embarrassing just happened to me. It had never before occured in my entire life. This was like the first time it happened. Oh too bad I can't say what it is. It's too embarrassing. HAHAHA. Oh well then. For you readers' sake, I shall mention what happened. My track pants at my butt there got torn into two. OKAY LAUGH PEOPLE LAUGH. I KNOW YOU WANT TO. HAHAHAHA. Kay shut up. And I'm done. That's all. See ya people. ~.~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11159481-988134133267262764?l=theageoftheunderstatement.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theageoftheunderstatement.blogspot.com/feeds/988134133267262764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11159481&amp;postID=988134133267262764&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11159481/posts/default/988134133267262764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11159481/posts/default/988134133267262764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theageoftheunderstatement.blogspot.com/2008/11/npcc.html' title='Npcc.'/><author><name>Nur Aisyah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08942808075063967750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11159481.post-9201066187565403372</id><published>2008-11-16T18:31:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T01:02:20.122+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hee.</title><content type='html'>Yeahhhh, I'm back from somewhere. I just got to know that Miss Raudhah invited us to this so-called "awesome funfair" last night when von chatted with me through msn. I thought von was going but it turns out that she didn't want to go at last minute. So I called Mun and ask her if she's going haha. Miss Raudhah was late! She made us wait for almost half an hour. *inserts infuriated face* Oh yeah, not to mention that my sis tagged along. (kepo! tsktsk.) Then M.R.'s boyfriend gave us a ride right after we reached Harbourfront's MRT. It was at Keppel's club if I'm not wrong. I didn't really observe the surroundings. HAHA! We entered this hall upstairs and guess what's inside? It looks like one kind of forest with Kampung and all. Trees, fake animals everywhere and most of all, the photography! Awesome la the way they decorated the hall. It really look like a forest. Unfortunately, the photos aren't with me. They're all with M.R. hee..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After roaming around the place, we got pretty hungry as we hadn't had our breakfast yet. Guess what we got for lunch? Miss Raudhah's big idea. She gave us a treat at Breeks! So me and Mun just looked at each other and gave that wicked smile. Hehehe. I mean, so what? She was the one who brought us there. If it's expensive then not our fault uhs. We just told her that as long as the restaurant/kopitiam/eating place have Western food then it's fine. HAHA. We went to Takashimaya to have our lunch. Mun and I ordered Beef Lasagna which costs $14.90 (LOLLL) while my sis ordered some sort of fish spaghetti, I don't know. And we also ordered milkshakes. Mun ordered that Nutella Milkshake while I just have the Cookies and Cream Milkshake. They cost $6.50 and $5.40 respectively. HAHAHA! (Pokai ah Miss Raudhah cam gini. tskk.) Oh and I also got to know that it was her first time that she gave a treat to her students. :o *Gives high 5 to mun* Amira was being really "gila-gila" kind of girl ah.. (well of course she is) throughout the whole trip. lol. We were really slacking hahaha. And omg, the food and drink was awesome! Anyway, thanks for everything yeah Miss Raudhah. tskkkk. My sis really got along well with her though. Ala of course ah. She's those sebok2 kind of girl. hehs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then after our meal, M.R. thought of doing shopping. M.R. and Mun were like looking for the Vitamin E that I was talking about which could cure all scars on your face and all parts of the body. We went to SASA and M.R. bought one of it which is on sale, half the price. Then went off to some other places and check out the shops there. They're all too classy and high-class. Guess what? I only brought 20 bucks with me so don't even think about it. Hahaha. Mhm. While browsing for the clothes, M.R. had to go off somewhere to return her bf's cigarette and told us to wait here until she come back. The thing is, she didn't even come back until I called her up. She said she wanted to go home already so we were like okay. Then went off and headed towards the Orchard MRT station.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swear that was the first time I ever stepped inside the MRT station. It was packed like sardines trying to find their way out. And yes. Luck did not side us so we had to stand in the train throughout the whole journey home. My legs were aching badly. T_T But it's worth the trip so I can't be bothered. I'm so gonna put her in my 'awesomestestest teacher list' HAHAHA. If there's even such a word. rofl. Uhhuh that's it. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11159481-9201066187565403372?l=theageoftheunderstatement.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theageoftheunderstatement.blogspot.com/feeds/9201066187565403372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11159481&amp;postID=9201066187565403372&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11159481/posts/default/9201066187565403372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11159481/posts/default/9201066187565403372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theageoftheunderstatement.blogspot.com/2008/11/earth-day.html' title='hee.'/><author><name>Nur Aisyah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08942808075063967750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11159481.post-5614850922581015889</id><published>2008-11-14T14:30:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T16:24:49.990+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Council week.</title><content type='html'>Oh hello. Let's start with what I did on Tuesday... As I could remember, we had to go to school for an SC meeting at 10.30pm to complete the banners of the sec 4/5 classes. Then Mun had to set off for her volleyball practise if I'm not wrong. Haha. Kay That's all I could remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday, what did we do eh? Oh yes. We hung up the banners in the hall. Oh wait, before that. At nine am was the release of next year's class. And zomg. I got into 3E2 BABEYYY! hahaha. :D Another happening class to be next year. Though some peeps in that class are like "OMG" lah. I meant those who wanna find fault kind of people. I guess I would just ignore them to the core. If they find fault with me? Heh, no problemo. I got my own resources. :) So and then, some of us did nothing after that. hahaha. And yes, end of story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday, which was yesterday was the graduation day. I can't believe how tiring it was. I was the class marshall of 4E5. In the beginning, I die-die thought it was 4E4. When I checked the paper, hahaha, good heavens, I got 4E5. Oh if you've been wondering what the heck does a class marshall do, basically, we just had to take the class attendance and usher them to the hall. Done. T_T After that, me and Mun went off. We headed towards Coffee Bean thought of buying the ice blend. I had already ordered what I wanted. The moment I checked my wallet, I found out my 30 bucks got stolen. yes. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;STOLEN&lt;/span&gt;. That asswipe has got nothing better to do. I mean COME ON. I left my bag, inside containing my wallet inside the COUNCIL ROOM. And it's forbidden to non-councillors. So what actually comes to my mind straight after that incident was, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;STUDENT COUNCILLORS CANNOT BE TRUSTED. HEAR ME SAY IT!&lt;/span&gt; I feel so fed up. -_- So you see, but there's another thing. I also found out that the council room wasn't lock. Maybe someone sneaked in and stole my precious. What the hell la. I still hadn't informed Mdm Fauziah about it. I'm not satisfied yet. That culprit must own up or the whole council will get threatened do you hear me? Okay that's it. Didn't go to np after that as I was too tired, so was Ayu, Zul and Din. Okay. I have nothing else to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just one more thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I WANT MY 30 BUCKS BACK OR I'M GONNA KILL YOU!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11159481-5614850922581015889?l=theageoftheunderstatement.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theageoftheunderstatement.blogspot.com/feeds/5614850922581015889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11159481&amp;postID=5614850922581015889&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11159481/posts/default/5614850922581015889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11159481/posts/default/5614850922581015889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theageoftheunderstatement.blogspot.com/2008/11/council-week.html' title='Council week.'/><author><name>Nur Aisyah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08942808075063967750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11159481.post-1142337893113262576</id><published>2008-11-10T22:06:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T22:17:29.822+08:00</updated><title type='text'>damn</title><content type='html'>HEYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY!&lt;br /&gt;The best thing that has ever happened to my life is, I have no idea.&lt;br /&gt;Oh my god. What am I writing? Okay anyway,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I borrowed the book called The Boy Book earlier by E. Lockhart as my library fines are cleared. I finished reading it on the same day and I really really really have to say that the book rocks! Recommended especially to teenagers. Seriously, you guys should read. I really loved it cause it made me imagine how the guys looked like and they listen to rock music hell yeah! Haha. Yes and I was totally engrossed reading it that I ignored the conversations around me. Wahahah. Okay done about the book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to woke up at 6.30am today just to attend a council meeting at 8am. Not that bad actually. And I'm done about the council thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow, we've made plans to go catch a movie when this horrifying message appear in my text inbox. There's another council meeting tomorrow at 10am. I almost felt like screaming but typed 'ahhh' in capital letters instead so as not to disturb my family members. LOL. Then awhile later, another message appear. Meeting for npcc at 11am at Tina's void deck. Oh come one man! Please guys, read this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Why must you ruin my holidays huh? They're called Holidays not Schooldays. dammit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agree? Yeah whatever. Now I'm totally busy throughout these few weeks. Oh great. Schooldays for me yeah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11159481-1142337893113262576?l=theageoftheunderstatement.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theageoftheunderstatement.blogspot.com/feeds/1142337893113262576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11159481&amp;postID=1142337893113262576&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11159481/posts/default/1142337893113262576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11159481/posts/default/1142337893113262576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theageoftheunderstatement.blogspot.com/2008/11/damn.html' title='damn'/><author><name>Nur Aisyah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08942808075063967750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11159481.post-6109074358214785500</id><published>2008-11-07T14:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T14:40:48.161+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chongzheng E-Fair 2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M-_5gqko7wM/SRPhXurRVaI/AAAAAAAAAe4/GmA7rdPnnPA/s1600-h/%281%29+DSC00047.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M-_5gqko7wM/SRPhXurRVaI/AAAAAAAAAe4/GmA7rdPnnPA/s320/%281%29+DSC00047.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265800187109004706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Faiqah Rizliana's brother. Isn't he adorable? I wonder how he get promoted to prefect. HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M-_5gqko7wM/SRPhXvNsvII/AAAAAAAAAew/NRBiqroXJik/s1600-h/%281%29+DSC00041.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 242px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M-_5gqko7wM/SRPhXvNsvII/AAAAAAAAAew/NRBiqroXJik/s320/%281%29+DSC00041.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265800187253406850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. I took some candid shots of my beloved 6A classmates in our primary school. muahahah. So yes, Yesterday was Chongzheng E-Fair. Met a lot of old classmates there. They all changed so much! Is it me being outdated for not seeing them for so long or is it them? Haha, I have no idea. It was kinda boring though. I didn't even spent any money. Yayaya. Met Miss Lee Mong Lan, still as usual, the mic controller, :S She is so skinny! Skinnier than before. Omg. I wonder what happened to her lately. Then we went to the library after we got kinda bored at the fair. I read my favourite book, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the boy book&lt;/span&gt;. heheheh. Oh yeah, that's it. I don't really wanna elaborate much on these things.&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/11159481-6109074358214785500?l=theageoftheunderstatement.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theageoftheunderstatement.blogspot.com/feeds/6109074358214785500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11159481&amp;postID=6109074358214785500&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11159481/posts/default/6109074358214785500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11159481/posts/default/6109074358214785500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theageoftheunderstatement.blogspot.com/2008/11/chongzheng-e-fair-2008.html' title='Chongzheng E-Fair 2008'/><author><name>Nur Aisyah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08942808075063967750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M-_5gqko7wM/SRPhXurRVaI/AAAAAAAAAe4/GmA7rdPnnPA/s72-c/%281%29+DSC00047.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11159481.post-1342090357200767478</id><published>2008-11-03T23:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T00:13:52.022+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 322px; HEIGHT: 118px" height="118" src="http://i203.photobucket.com/albums/aa74/eyeshahh/colorful_parkinglot.jpg" width="309" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time now is 11.41pm and I'm starting to blog. Today was one of a boring day. At 2pm, had npcc and get to know more about the upcoming trip to Kota Tinggi. The events are like awesome! Hahaha. Now I'm really looking forward to that day. 25th November, a date to look forward to. Mark your calendars people. I won't be in Singapore for three days from 25th to 27th of November. Woohoo! Oh yeah. I don't know why I feel so pissed off right after I reach home from my cca. And then, something adds on to the frustration. Oh whatever. Better not elaborate on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not forgetting, I got my new phone! It's w595 Sony Ericsson. Really cool! Just that there's no front camera if you wanna have 3G chat. haha. But what's the point right if you don't even use it? Yea that's it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright. Looks like I have to sleep soon as I have dental appointment at 10am tomorrow. Arghh! Must it be in the morning? Haiz. Oh well.. Made plans with von that we're gonna go shopping in Penin right after my appointment. woots! (&lt;em&gt;not confirmed yet though. lols&lt;/em&gt;) Okay, toodles. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11159481-1342090357200767478?l=theageoftheunderstatement.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theageoftheunderstatement.blogspot.com/feeds/1342090357200767478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11159481&amp;postID=1342090357200767478&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11159481/posts/default/1342090357200767478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11159481/posts/default/1342090357200767478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theageoftheunderstatement.blogspot.com/2008/11/time-now-is-11.html' title=''/><author><name>Nur Aisyah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08942808075063967750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11159481.post-3331183225170229235</id><published>2008-11-02T20:12:00.032+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-02T20:36:06.080+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ETP (:</title><content type='html'>Alright. It's been quite some time since I last posted. Well, not that long though. Okay anyway, yesterday, the foodclique and I went to Escape Theme Park. I can't believe we had to pay for that super expensive adult ticket which costs 18 bucks. ._. And sorry for not showing up for yesterday's training. I even got that message last minute when I already made plans. I'll come tomorrow don't worry. And sorry guys (npcc) once again. And, I got all these pictures from Husna's blog. Yes, I stole them but with permission. LOL. 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I don't know what to blog about. :S Oh yah. On Monday was Deepavali and Reena invited us to her open house. Took alot of photos, seriously. haha. Nah, I don't have the pics. Ohkay. T_T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i203.photobucket.com/albums/aa74/eyeshahh/SnowmanLove.jpg" alt="♥_♥" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;PS: I love my snowman♥ hehehe.&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/11159481-1565256715066203793?l=theageoftheunderstatement.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theageoftheunderstatement.blogspot.com/feeds/1565256715066203793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11159481&amp;postID=1565256715066203793&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11159481/posts/default/1565256715066203793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11159481/posts/default/1565256715066203793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theageoftheunderstatement.blogspot.com/2008/10/ily.html' title='ily.'/><author><name>Nur Aisyah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08942808075063967750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11159481.post-8046527744441772237</id><published>2008-10-23T20:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T21:06:30.675+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Last Day?</title><content type='html'>Yesterday was the last day of school and also the last day for 1e3 '07/2e3 '08 to cherish their moments together as a class. I'm sorry for not uploading any pictures of 2e3 as I had not bought them. teeheehee. And also kinda lazy to steal them away from others' blog. So deal with it. I shouldn't say any names here because I find it unfair for the others' to find out that they're names are not listed. Get this, &lt;strong&gt;I LOVE 2E3 2008&lt;/strong&gt;. Thanks for the wonderful moments we had though sometimes I find you guys kinda disturbing and annoying. And to my very most Mdm Seah, form teacher of 1e3 '07/2e3 '08, thanks for being there for us even though you're having a hard time handling. You never gave up on us and you expect the very best from us. We appreciate for what you had done. Thanks once again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay anyway, earlier this morning, there was prize giving day and I was given a task of ushering the VIPs which are Mrs Oh, the principal and Mr Ling the Vice principal (&lt;em&gt;first time seeing his face&lt;/em&gt;). There was one time when I need to usher her back to her seat but went the wrong way. hahaha. Had to wear those hot and stuffy blazers on. Uhhuh. Then went to food culture with Mun after that and went home when von smsed me about the movie thing. Mun couldn't go. Sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This was what we planned to watch:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i203.photobucket.com/albums/aa74/eyeshahh/HOUSEBUNNY.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was freaking hillarious. Has got something to do with this bimbo who got kicked out of the mansion due to some misunderstandings. I couldn't help with the &lt;strong&gt;low-guy-like voice&lt;/strong&gt; when she tried to remember their names. hahaha. Better not spoil the show. You guys go ahead and check it out. hehehe&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11159481-8046527744441772237?l=theageoftheunderstatement.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theageoftheunderstatement.blogspot.com/feeds/8046527744441772237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11159481&amp;postID=8046527744441772237&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11159481/posts/default/8046527744441772237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11159481/posts/default/8046527744441772237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theageoftheunderstatement.blogspot.com/2008/10/last-day.html' title='Last Day?'/><author><name>Nur Aisyah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08942808075063967750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11159481.post-1967179328494833114</id><published>2008-10-20T17:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T17:33:43.478+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Streaming Exercise</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M-_5gqko7wM/SPxPFAAh1UI/AAAAAAAAAa4/C9RZwiwmbb0/s1600-h/DSC03414.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259165412182054210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M-_5gqko7wM/SPxPFAAh1UI/AAAAAAAAAa4/C9RZwiwmbb0/s320/DSC03414.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looks like someone doesn't know how to eat cake. tsktsk. Yeah. English was free period. In fact, Miss Cang came into the classroom carrying a box with her. For don't know what reason, she bought us a chocolate cake. Maybe it's because we did kinda "well" for English. Hmm. We slacked and kinda skipped (&lt;em&gt;well not really skipping, just slacking. :o&lt;/em&gt;) class during English as she wasn't there to monitor the classroom. So we went to the restroom and did something important there. Wasted almost half an hour in the toilet just to kill time. Teehee. After that, we had to do streaming exercise in the comp lab. It's a short one though. I took 10 minutes to complete it. Haha. Maybe others took a shorter time. Umm yeah, that's it for today. Nothing much of an excitement.&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/11159481-1967179328494833114?l=theageoftheunderstatement.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theageoftheunderstatement.blogspot.com/feeds/1967179328494833114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11159481&amp;postID=1967179328494833114&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11159481/posts/default/1967179328494833114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11159481/posts/default/1967179328494833114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theageoftheunderstatement.blogspot.com/2008/10/streaming-exercise.html' title='Streaming Exercise'/><author><name>Nur Aisyah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08942808075063967750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M-_5gqko7wM/SPxPFAAh1UI/AAAAAAAAAa4/C9RZwiwmbb0/s72-c/DSC03414.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11159481.post-4033503965727276890</id><published>2008-10-17T21:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-17T21:08:56.372+08:00</updated><title type='text'>blahh.</title><content type='html'>Alright. I managed to steal time just to blog about some things. Did I mention about the post-exam activities on Wednesday? I doubt so. Well here goes. At the start of the day, the sun was scorching brightly behind our backs. We never fail to stop perspiring. Imagine how hot it was when later that day, it got cloudy. Omg. I don't know why but I suddenly don't have the mood to blog. Bye lah. -.-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11159481-4033503965727276890?l=theageoftheunderstatement.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theageoftheunderstatement.blogspot.com/feeds/4033503965727276890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11159481&amp;postID=4033503965727276890&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11159481/posts/default/4033503965727276890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11159481/posts/default/4033503965727276890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theageoftheunderstatement.blogspot.com/2008/10/blahh.html' title='blahh.'/><author><name>Nur Aisyah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08942808075063967750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11159481.post-5036790830336338241</id><published>2008-10-14T18:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T18:51:35.138+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Exam Results</title><content type='html'>Oh my gosh. Today was the most hectic day of my life. We finally get our results back. I was pretty nervous though. English paper was the only paper we had not received yet. So these are my exam results which I had got so far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;Malay Paper 1: 35/70&lt;br /&gt;Malay Paper 2: 39/70&lt;br /&gt;Percentage: 52.9% (C6)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Literature: 55/100 (C5)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maths Paper 1: 39/50&lt;br /&gt;Maths Paper 2:&lt;br /&gt;33.5/50&lt;br /&gt;Total: 72.5/100 (A2)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Geography Section A: 16/20&lt;br /&gt;Geography Section B: 29.5/45&lt;br /&gt;Percentage: 70% (A2)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Science&lt;br /&gt;Section A: 23/30&lt;br /&gt;Science Section B: 26.5/30&lt;br /&gt;Science Section C: 33/40&lt;br /&gt;Total: 82.5/100 (A1)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;(SCREAMMMMMMMMMMMS!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swear in my life, I had never obtained such a score for Science. The most was only 70+. I pretty satisfied with my marks though felt rather disappointed about my Literature paper. Oh well. The paper was tough enough. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, Razlinda and Ayu planned for jalan raya yesterday and it went rather smoothly except for the part where I broke my curfew. Unfortunately, at the very start of the day, it rained and it kinda spoilt my hair. :( Oh well. Met them at Tampines Interchange at around 11+. Oh did I mention that I only saw the sec 3s at small mac right after Ayu noticed? So shy you know. LOL. whatever. What's to be shy about aye? Hmm. Went to Amirah's and Sabri's house. haha. Amirah served us Canadian Pizza. woah. Right after they stepped into my house, they wanna play rockband. ==" Ohkay. then took a photo at my house and went off to other houses. AND THAT'S IT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I hate it when someone stops me from using the pc. -.-&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11159481-5036790830336338241?l=theageoftheunderstatement.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theageoftheunderstatement.blogspot.com/feeds/5036790830336338241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11159481&amp;postID=5036790830336338241&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11159481/posts/default/5036790830336338241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11159481/posts/default/5036790830336338241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theageoftheunderstatement.blogspot.com/2008/10/exam-results.html' title='Exam Results'/><author><name>Nur Aisyah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08942808075063967750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11159481.post-2699671849742502571</id><published>2008-10-10T18:22:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-10T18:38:08.046+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Exams are over</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Faten, Von and I went swimming right after our last paper. That's right. EXAMS ARE OVER FOR THIS YEAR! Though something sickening happened earlier. After the Maths paper, we had to assemble at the hall for a briefing. Guess what? They won't be offering Literature next year. All our hard work for that subject just went down the smelly drain. HAH. What do you think they are replacing Lit? COMPUTER STUDIES! Eeeew. It's so boring and there are gonna be lots of coursework. Unfortunately, we don't have a choice, more to me that is. 3E5 and 3E6 is definitely out cause I HATE F&amp;amp;N and D&amp;amp;T. 3E3, hah, I doubt I'm gonna get nearer than that. So it's only left with 3E1, 3E2 and 3E4. Those three classes offered that stinking new subject. You think we're a guinea pig who does all this testing of this new subject huh? I'm sorry but NO WE'RE NOT. The only way to escape A Maths is to opt this new subject which now, we don't have a choice. Hearing about the new class slots, now I don't know which class I'm gonna go to next year. Thanks for letting us have a hard time choosing our class for next year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay anyway, back to that swimming thing. Von had waited for us I think, rather long at the Swimming Complex Entrance. HAHA. sorry. :B Faten was still in the bus when we're already inside. Imagine us, waiting for her until she arrived. We'll die on the spot. LOL. So we swam like kids who had never went swimming before. We went out of the pool at exactly 4.30pm as Faten had to set off early. Guess what? Faten got chocolate and caramel skin while I have Coffee, Milk and Tea skin. Teruk or rabak? Okay then, took a shower and went to KFC for late lunch after that. We saw Aloysius and his mum and a group of his friends there. Yeah yeah. And that's about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#993300;"&gt;I'M NOT ON HIATUS ANYMORE! WOOO!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh slight reminder. I received an info about the Kota Tinggi trip earlier and I was shocked. bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11159481-2699671849742502571?l=theageoftheunderstatement.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theageoftheunderstatement.blogspot.com/feeds/2699671849742502571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11159481&amp;postID=2699671849742502571&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11159481/posts/default/2699671849742502571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11159481/posts/default/2699671849742502571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theageoftheunderstatement.blogspot.com/2008/10/exams-are-over.html' title='Exams are over'/><author><name>Nur Aisyah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08942808075063967750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11159481.post-504845939205549078</id><published>2008-09-17T18:20:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-17T18:26:14.756+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hiatus</title><content type='html'>Basically, I'm here to tell you guys that I'm going to be on hiatus.&lt;br /&gt;get that right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;HIATUS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;End of year exams are coming and I'm not gonna be that active.&lt;br /&gt;Mdm Seah told us to do a Time Table for ourselves at home&lt;br /&gt;which I think it's a pretty good idea. haha. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So don't expect this coloumn to be posted all the time, 24/7.&lt;br /&gt;I don't have the time for it. So anyway,&lt;br /&gt;speaking of exams, it also falls on the day 2 days after Hari Raya. :o&lt;br /&gt;Must be a really busy week for us you know?&lt;br /&gt;Have to get ready all the stuffs for Raya and also Exams.&lt;br /&gt;The first thing I'm focusing on is exams that's all.&lt;br /&gt;Not really in a mood to Raya this year. hmm..&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I think that's all for now.&lt;br /&gt;Till then~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11159481-504845939205549078?l=theageoftheunderstatement.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theageoftheunderstatement.blogspot.com/feeds/504845939205549078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11159481&amp;postID=504845939205549078&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11159481/posts/default/504845939205549078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11159481/posts/default/504845939205549078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theageoftheunderstatement.blogspot.com/2008/09/hiatus.html' title='Hiatus'/><author><name>Nur Aisyah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08942808075063967750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11159481.post-4325536602155270232</id><published>2008-09-14T13:32:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-14T13:57:53.535+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Look.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Please help me choose my new look for Hari Raya This year thanks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div id="scroll3" style="BORDER-RIGHT: 3px solid; BORDER-TOP: 3px solid; OVERFLOW: auto; BORDER-LEFT: 3px solid; WIDTH: 360px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 3px solid; HEIGHT: 350px"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i203.photobucket.com/albums/aa74/eyeshahh/aisyah1978.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i203.photobucket.com/albums/aa74/eyeshahh/aisyah1954.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i203.photobucket.com/albums/aa74/eyeshahh/aisyah1956.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i203.photobucket.com/albums/aa74/eyeshahh/aisyah1960.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i203.photobucket.com/albums/aa74/eyeshahh/aisyah1962.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i203.photobucket.com/albums/aa74/eyeshahh/aisyah1964.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;F&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i203.photobucket.com/albums/aa74/eyeshahh/aisyah1966.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;G&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i203.photobucket.com/albums/aa74/eyeshahh/aisyah1974.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;H&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i203.photobucket.com/albums/aa74/eyeshahh/aisyah1950.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i203.photobucket.com/albums/aa74/eyeshahh/aisyah1982.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i203.photobucket.com/albums/aa74/eyeshahh/aisyah1984.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i203.photobucket.com/albums/aa74/eyeshahh/aisyah1990.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;L&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;My mother got nothing better to do. She went photo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;editing on my behalf.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11159481-4325536602155270232?l=theageoftheunderstatement.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theageoftheunderstatement.blogspot.com/feeds/4325536602155270232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11159481&amp;postID=4325536602155270232&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11159481/posts/default/4325536602155270232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11159481/posts/default/4325536602155270232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theageoftheunderstatement.blogspot.com/2008/09/new-look.html' title='New Look.'/><author><name>Nur Aisyah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08942808075063967750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11159481.post-1133692209757021572</id><published>2008-09-13T13:41:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-13T13:44:32.887+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY BIRTHDAY SYAFIQAH. HAHA</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SITI NUR SYAFIQAH BTE AZMAN!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I GOT SOMETHING FOR YOU. HEHEHEH.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;AND I THINK YOU READ THIS ALREADY.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 453px; HEIGHT: 526px" height="569" src="http://i203.photobucket.com/albums/aa74/eyeshahh/HAPPYBIRTHDAY.jpg" width="457" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LOL! :D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chey. You're fourteen already. :P&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11159481-1133692209757021572?l=theageoftheunderstatement.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theageoftheunderstatement.blogspot.com/feeds/1133692209757021572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11159481&amp;postID=1133692209757021572&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11159481/posts/default/1133692209757021572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11159481/posts/default/1133692209757021572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theageoftheunderstatement.blogspot.com/2008/09/happy-birthday-syafiqah-haha.html' title='HAPPY BIRTHDAY SYAFIQAH. HAHA'/><author><name>Nur Aisyah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08942808075063967750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11159481.post-1983330335613396119</id><published>2008-09-11T16:49:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-11T16:52:36.373+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blue Man Group - Drum Bone</title><content type='html'>More videos coming up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Found them on YouTube while browsing. Haha. These guys really made original music. Cool or what. :D And I know it's 2 years ago but I don't really care. This video is so cool!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="200" width="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/1tWP6aYwi5M&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/1tWP6aYwi5M&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="300" height="200"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11159481-1983330335613396119?l=theageoftheunderstatement.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theageoftheunderstatement.blogspot.com/feeds/1983330335613396119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11159481&amp;postID=1983330335613396119&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11159481/posts/default/1983330335613396119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11159481/posts/default/1983330335613396119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theageoftheunderstatement.blogspot.com/2008/09/more-videos-coming-up-found-them-on.html' title='Blue Man Group - Drum Bone'/><author><name>Nur Aisyah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08942808075063967750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11159481.post-5610329632216550127</id><published>2008-09-08T16:05:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-08T16:30:36.653+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Last Shadow Puppets Live</title><content type='html'>Hey. I recommend you guys to watch this if yo have nothing better to do. I have to say,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;THEY'RE JUST AWESOME.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="200" width="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/SyK79PHTiKw&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/SyK79PHTiKw&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="300" height="200"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;AND THIS.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="200" width="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/_Nyc88EAXVQ&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/_Nyc88EAXVQ&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="300" height="200"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy the videos. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11159481-5610329632216550127?l=theageoftheunderstatement.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theageoftheunderstatement.blogspot.com/feeds/5610329632216550127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11159481&amp;postID=5610329632216550127&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11159481/posts/default/5610329632216550127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11159481/posts/default/5610329632216550127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theageoftheunderstatement.blogspot.com/2008/09/hey.html' title='The Last Shadow Puppets Live'/><author><name>Nur Aisyah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08942808075063967750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11159481.post-3553643296084718035</id><published>2008-09-07T12:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-07T12:54:56.499+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>And the journey begins. To where? SCHOOL. Oh no. I'm still in a holiday mood. And oh my god. I don't know what to blog about. These few days had been so boring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to ira, I finally had something to blog about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Featuring: Syahirah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's a very hot babe. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11159481-3553643296084718035?l=theageoftheunderstatement.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theageoftheunderstatement.blogspot.com/feeds/3553643296084718035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11159481&amp;postID=3553643296084718035&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11159481/posts/default/3553643296084718035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11159481/posts/default/3553643296084718035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theageoftheunderstatement.blogspot.com/2008/09/and-journey-begins.html' title=''/><author><name>Nur Aisyah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08942808075063967750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11159481.post-3641186410513747581</id><published>2008-09-02T17:15:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T14:52:47.906+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I've been having doubts on getting a new phone recently. I don't really know what to choose. But there's this two phones which come across my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;CYBERSHOT or WALKMAN?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i203.photobucket.com/albums/aa74/eyeshahh/cyberman.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Based on what I found out, both phones are not bad so it's quite a tough decision between these two phones. Help me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And did I forgot to mention that, it's already the 2nd day of the fasting month? See how fast time flies. You don't even realise that it's already the fasting month. Then it will be Raya followed by End Of Year examinations. Great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And recently, my class had to attend some English Remedial. A test on how well is our English Language used. They gave us 100 questions to be completed in 55 minutes. Actually the test is only for 30 minutes but most of us took too much time to complete it. I got dizzy after reading sentence by sentence, question by question. Now I'm getting some minor headaches. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, don't forget. Help me out with this new phone thing. I don't know which to choose from.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11159481-3641186410513747581?l=theageoftheunderstatement.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theageoftheunderstatement.blogspot.com/feeds/3641186410513747581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11159481&amp;postID=3641186410513747581&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11159481/posts/default/3641186410513747581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11159481/posts/default/3641186410513747581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theageoftheunderstatement.blogspot.com/2008/09/ive-been-having-doubts-on-getting-new.html' title=''/><author><name>Nur Aisyah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08942808075063967750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11159481.post-5875851520642559634</id><published>2008-08-29T17:55:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-31T18:04:30.758+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HEYHEYHEY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;HAPPY &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;TEACHER'S&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;DAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohmygod. Finally. Everything's done with. yeahhhhh. They said it was WAYYYY better than last year's. Yay for us! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And not to forget, there's this pic which I edited using three editing resources, ArcSoft PhotoStudio, Photoscape and Picnic. Haha! I really like this one. Had no idea why. Maybe just because I spent too much time just to edit one photo. :S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 392px; HEIGHT: 271px" height="306" alt="I swear I never meant for this!" src="http://i203.photobucket.com/albums/aa74/eyeshahh/anhonestmistake.jpg" width="473" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to say this too. Mun, Von and I were at Times reading books when there's this AHPEK who said, "Councilor some more" in a pissed off tone out of no where. What's up with him? As if that store is his and what wrong did we do anyway? Is reading a wrong thing? I doubt so. -.- Some people just don't have a life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 383px; HEIGHT: 329px" height="349" src="http://i203.photobucket.com/albums/aa74/eyeshahh/flexiruler.jpg" width="399" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flexi Ruler is the new fashion statement. Hotsuff what. :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11159481-5875851520642559634?l=theageoftheunderstatement.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theageoftheunderstatement.blogspot.com/feeds/5875851520642559634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11159481&amp;postID=5875851520642559634&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11159481/posts/default/5875851520642559634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11159481/posts/default/5875851520642559634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theageoftheunderstatement.blogspot.com/2008/08/heyheyhey-happy-teachers-day-ohmygod.html' title=''/><author><name>Nur Aisyah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08942808075063967750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11159481.post-296383160773550746</id><published>2008-08-28T21:21:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-28T22:21:44.218+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>szupp. I'm sorry to say that, I'm kind of inactive right now.&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna focus more to studies, studies, and studies as CCA has stopped for this year.&lt;br /&gt;Okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Wednesday:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't really remember what happened on that day during school hours but I know that both my good friends broke fast at KFC and Zafira &amp;amp; I decided to tag along. Oh, not to mention, we had to practise some steps for ACERS day. I'm sorry but I will not be leading the lower sec as I had forgotten MOST of the steps. So what's the use of me doing so? Oh anyway, the teacher-in-charge provided us with Pocky. Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Thursday:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which is today, something really unexpected happened during morning assembly. We were called up by Mdm Fauziah as she told the whole school we were in charge of it. Right, we stood up and faced the whole school. My face fell. Most embarrassing moment of this term. We had F&amp;amp;N TA during our lesson. I have to admit, it was a tough paper as I didn't have time to do revision. Uh huh. The rehearsal and Teachers' Day preparations was a success. I'm pretty sure all our hard work paid off for this whole week. Thanks guys, only thing is that, I'm currently having muscle cramps due to opening and shutting the shutters. Aww it's heavy. Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And right, tomorrow's the big day which we had been preparing for. Hope everything turns out well. :) And here are some pictures when I finally found my USB cable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div id="scroll3" style="BORDER-RIGHT: 3px solid; BORDER-TOP: 3px solid; OVERFLOW: auto; BORDER-LEFT: 3px solid; WIDTH: 360px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 3px solid; HEIGHT: 300px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 169px; HEIGHT: 191px" height="432" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i203.photobucket.com/albums/aa74/eyeshahh/DSC03203.jpg" width="200" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 165px; HEIGHT: 189px" height="352" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i203.photobucket.com/albums/aa74/eyeshahh/DSC03204.jpg" width="36" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 157px; HEIGHT: 185px" height="450" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i203.photobucket.com/albums/aa74/eyeshahh/DSC03205.jpg" width="207" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 234px; HEIGHT: 156px" height="156" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i203.photobucket.com/albums/aa74/eyeshahh/DSC03206.jpg" width="272" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 164px; 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HEIGHT: 206px" height="350" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i203.photobucket.com/albums/aa74/eyeshahh/DSC03226.jpg" width="199" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 159px; HEIGHT: 212px" height="362" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i203.photobucket.com/albums/aa74/eyeshahh/DSC03227.jpg" width="197" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 155px; HEIGHT: 201px" height="318" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i203.photobucket.com/albums/aa74/eyeshahh/DSC03230.jpg" width="171" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 155px; HEIGHT: 189px" height="344" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i203.photobucket.com/albums/aa74/eyeshahh/DSC03231.jpg" width="266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 156px; HEIGHT: 188px" height="401" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i203.photobucket.com/albums/aa74/eyeshahh/DSC03232.jpg" width="231" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 155px; HEIGHT: 197px" height="262" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i203.photobucket.com/albums/aa74/eyeshahh/DSC03234.jpg" width="154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 155px; HEIGHT: 189px" height="254" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i203.photobucket.com/albums/aa74/eyeshahh/DSC03235.jpg" width="160" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 152px; HEIGHT: 173px" height="353" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i203.photobucket.com/albums/aa74/eyeshahh/DSC03237.jpg" width="146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 148px; HEIGHT: 199px" height="265" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i203.photobucket.com/albums/aa74/eyeshahh/DSC03238.jpg" width="140" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 201px; HEIGHT: 148px" height="523" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i203.photobucket.com/albums/aa74/eyeshahh/DSC03239.jpg" width="514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 155px; HEIGHT: 175px" height="296" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i203.photobucket.com/albums/aa74/eyeshahh/DSC03240.jpg" width="116" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 153px; HEIGHT: 177px" height="329" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i203.photobucket.com/albums/aa74/eyeshahh/DSC03228.jpg" width="211" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 147px; HEIGHT: 173px" height="268" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i203.photobucket.com/albums/aa74/eyeshahh/DSC03229.jpg" width="241" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11159481-296383160773550746?l=theageoftheunderstatement.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theageoftheunderstatement.blogspot.com/feeds/296383160773550746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11159481&amp;postID=296383160773550746&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11159481/posts/default/296383160773550746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11159481/posts/default/296383160773550746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theageoftheunderstatement.blogspot.com/2008/08/szupp.html' title=''/><author><name>Nur Aisyah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08942808075063967750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11159481.post-5531727391138793512</id><published>2008-08-26T20:16:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T21:25:27.104+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I think I need to blog. So here goes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Saturday:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't went for SC as my mum persuaded me to help her out with my brothers' BBQ cum birthday. It was from morning till late at night. All I could say is, it rained the whole day. Great, just great. But I swear the cakes taste heavenly. You won't regret eating them. And um right after the BBQ, we fetched my aunt at the airport as she just got back from Brisbane if I'm not wrong. The main thing is, I'm pretty sure she's from Australia and not to mention, she bought us chocolates, tonnes of them. Ha ha, Kay not, but she bought a lot of them. And that's it. I thought of uploading the picture of the boys here but, too bad the cable's gone missing, &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sunday:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kay, I didn't attend religious class as I overslept cause I got too tired because of the BBQ on the day before. So, as I was using the PC, my mum told us to give some of the satay sticks to my grandmother (&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;which is only a few minute walk from here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;) as hunger strikes her. Upon bringing the food to her house, I left the PC on for hours and hours. How careless could I get. So there I was, being entertained by the series, 'How I Met Your Mother'. My aunt who just got home bought the whole of season one and two. Only managed to watch season one, and that is, not even finished. Didn't I mention she bought chocolates? Oh yes. We were one of the first to try them out. Oh-so-delicious chocolates. And there's this one time, I almost swallowed something disgusting. In the end, I vomited those which I had not fully chewed. I'm so sure I'm having phobia about that and don't ever remind me about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Monday:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you can see, Mondays are always blue. Firstly, I woke up late. Secondly, the water heater wasn't on. Thirdly, I only have a few minutes to take a bath. Fourthly, my grandmother interrupted me while I was about to open the water tap. Fifthly, my _______ got missing and sixthly, I HATE MONDAYS! During art, I got caught for &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WHISPERING&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; to Von. Imagine. Whisper could actually make so much noise. HA HA. Funny or what. Sorry if I'm using to much capital letter in this particular paragraph. I just don't like to blog about Mondays. After school, we had to do a banner for Teachers' Day. Because of that, we ended up school pretty late. Pity Syafiqah who actually sacrificed her time to wait for me. Hahaha. Reached home around 7.50pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tuesday:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No school for me as I got dental appointment in the morning at 11.30. Need not have to pay as there was nothing to pay for. Took the train and stopped at Simei to buy Razlinda's spectacle hooks as she texted me while I was at the dentist. I chose dark red cause I think it's cool. HAHA. This is one advantage of having dental appointments. You get to skip school even though it only took you about a few minutes with the dentist. Great yeah? So right after I bought them, I went home and got ready for CCA. I did last minute polish and it was like so shiny. You could even see your teeth when you beamed at my boot. Thanks to mum for teaching me polishing techniques. There are various ways of doing so but I just sticked to one. Back to NP, I reached school at about 2.10 and I'm pretty sure they're not out of class yet cause normally class ends at 2.15 every Tuesday. While waiting for them in the D&amp;amp;T toilet, I called Razlinda where she was and found out that she got held back by Miss Raudhah cause she hadn't completed her IT Project. Then Ayu and Syafiqah came by. We got changed into our Full-U and waited for the rest outside. My prediction was right. 17 sec 2s came. Thank god for making this happen oh my or I'll be dead for sure. We got splitted into two groups. yada yada yada. I really hate to blog this long though. Oh well. Let's get straight to the point. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;TODAY WAS THE BOMB!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Most of them came back! What a relief. Unfortunately, today was the day when my CCA stepped down until the next year that is. Next year huh? We're going to be sec 3! Right. So, it's going to be our turn to take over the rest of the squad. Wake up Aisyah. Get back to where you last stopped at. I'm just worried about the part where our NCO Amirah told me that most of us got a lot of crosses. I just wish we passed or my hopes and dreams fell down the drain. After NP, we took our Squad and Whole Unit Photo. You should see how chaotic it was. Haha. okay, nothing much. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11159481-5531727391138793512?l=theageoftheunderstatement.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theageoftheunderstatement.blogspot.com/feeds/5531727391138793512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11159481&amp;postID=5531727391138793512&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11159481/posts/default/5531727391138793512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11159481/posts/default/5531727391138793512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theageoftheunderstatement.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-think-i-need-to-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>Nur Aisyah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08942808075063967750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11159481.post-882660057898210712</id><published>2008-08-22T20:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T21:09:58.679+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HAHAHA! We had &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Geography&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; test today. I shouldn't say it's easy cause if I would, my marks would turn out to be something really unexpected and yah. It's a good thing that the test is all in MCQ. :D Not even one question is an open-ended question. hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tomorrow's my brothers' birthday &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;BBQ&lt;/span&gt;. hmm...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. Back to the point. After school, we went to Ayu's house as she had forgotten to bring her PT Kit. As we had 2 and a half hours to kill, I polished Syafiqah's &lt;em&gt;new&lt;/em&gt; boots till you could actually see your reflection. While polishing, Ayu let us watch a horror movie. And as I have hatred for horror movies, I tried my best not to look at the screen. hehehe. During NP, I reported sick halfway as I got a headache. Thanks to my &lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;bloody beret&lt;/span&gt;. :/ Oh yeah. The first half of the training, I don't really like it but the next half, that's where the fun comes. We finally had PT since we hadn't them since the past few months. As it was coming to an end, we got some punishments due to our irresponsibility. We were punished to do &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;190 pumpings&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; on that day itself. Not even reaching 50 pumpings, (&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;without pause&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;) I got too tired and my hands couldn't stand any much longer so I dropped out. More casualties came in after that but I managed to get back up. This time, it changed to stomach crunches and so on.. Yeah. And that's all. I had fun at NP although our &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;attendance sucked&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11159481-882660057898210712?l=theageoftheunderstatement.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theageoftheunderstatement.blogspot.com/feeds/882660057898210712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11159481&amp;postID=882660057898210712&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11159481/posts/default/882660057898210712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11159481/posts/default/882660057898210712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theageoftheunderstatement.blogspot.com/2008/08/hahaha-we-had-geography-test-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Nur Aisyah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08942808075063967750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11159481.post-658649954775560486</id><published>2008-08-19T20:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T21:33:43.941+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I just got back from dry shooting and for a beginner, I think I did badly. HAHA! Yeah. The score I got is so embarrassing ah. I wonder how a daughter of a marksmen could fail her dry shooting. Weird much? Oh well. And and and, I saw him! Kay I'm not gonna elaborated further about the shooting. Just gonna say that I did badly for my first attempt. Kay bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11159481-658649954775560486?l=theageoftheunderstatement.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theageoftheunderstatement.blogspot.com/feeds/658649954775560486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11159481&amp;postID=658649954775560486&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11159481/posts/default/658649954775560486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11159481/posts/default/658649954775560486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theageoftheunderstatement.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-just-got-back-from-dry-shooting-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Nur Aisyah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08942808075063967750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11159481.post-5756939349642157679</id><published>2008-08-18T17:01:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-18T20:20:37.806+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;MALAY IS TORTURE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;End of post.&lt;br /&gt;Okay maybe not.&lt;br /&gt;After school, went out with Mun to look for Faten's birthday present then waited for Von in KFC as she wanted to eat. Not only her but that also includes Mun &amp;amp; me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;To FATEN: I HOPE YOU LIKE OUR GIFT! HAHA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes. I have to add one more thing. Did you know that air-rifle is something that is a once in a lifetime thing for me in my CCA? And this stupid dental appointment actually ruined it! I WANNA GO FOR SHOOTING! I DON'T CAREEEEEEEEEEEEEE! BLEHHHH!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11159481-5756939349642157679?l=theageoftheunderstatement.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theageoftheunderstatement.blogspot.com/feeds/5756939349642157679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11159481&amp;postID=5756939349642157679&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11159481/posts/default/5756939349642157679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11159481/posts/default/5756939349642157679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theageoftheunderstatement.blogspot.com/2008/08/malay-is-torture-end-of-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Nur Aisyah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08942808075063967750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11159481.post-3535154750555684827</id><published>2008-08-16T17:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-16T17:32:58.463+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Just got back from doing my Science/IT project. Von is still here doing some things which should not be done in the first place. Oh just don't ask me what. Before I forget, in the morning, we had Teacher's Day Audition at 8.30am until 12nn. Sports department were told to come today as we had to guard the hall to prevent non-auditions from watching the auditions. Someone got slammed in the face when that someone wanna peek from below. HAHA. kene sedap siol. I feel like doing it again ah. Then they'll learn their lesson. LOL. Oh yeah. We were the only department that could watch the auditions as we had to guard the hall. I can tell that most of the auditions were awesome. Ah yes. Blessed to be in this department. No regrets! After quite sometime, we became rather restless doing the same thing over and over again. At last, I gave up and sat down one corner. But I did it again though cause boredom is killing me! Uh yeah. Forgot to mention that I left von's shorts in the girl's toilet yesterday which I was suppose to wear it today. Oh damn. Manage to get it back as no one even touched it and it was still at the same place, last I hanged it. Thank goodness. After TDAs, we went to my house and thought of doing the project at my house void deck but mum disapprove my idea as she hates to see teenagers hanging around the void deck. So in that case, we had to go to my grandmother's house and start working as my house is one heck of a supermarket. hee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;And one more thing, Von wanna walk home as she wanna lose weight. Crazy or&lt;br /&gt;what? Kay not really. Only halfway, she would take the bus. yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11159481-3535154750555684827?l=theageoftheunderstatement.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theageoftheunderstatement.blogspot.com/feeds/3535154750555684827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11159481&amp;postID=3535154750555684827&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11159481/posts/default/3535154750555684827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11159481/posts/default/3535154750555684827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theageoftheunderstatement.blogspot.com/2008/08/just-got-back-from-doing-my-scienceit.html' title=''/><author><name>Nur Aisyah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08942808075063967750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11159481.post-8729130175513962326</id><published>2008-08-14T19:50:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-18T16:58:42.858+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;CENSORED!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's what I could ever think of.&lt;br /&gt;Basically, someone doesn't allow me to post my grades as it would bring shame, (yeah whatever) and that person wanted this post to be deleted. Just for the sake of my memories, I would have to edit and re-post this is censored. HAHA. Kay I'm done.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11159481-8729130175513962326?l=theageoftheunderstatement.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theageoftheunderstatement.blogspot.com/feeds/8729130175513962326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11159481&amp;postID=8729130175513962326&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11159481/posts/default/8729130175513962326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11159481/posts/default/8729130175513962326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theageoftheunderstatement.blogspot.com/2008/08/these-few-weeks-we-had-been-having-our.html' title=''/><author><name>Nur Aisyah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08942808075063967750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11159481.post-2379163042490342264</id><published>2008-08-13T17:35:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-13T17:41:37.236+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;HAHA IDRIS!&lt;br /&gt;Caught you red-handed!&lt;br /&gt;LOL.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway,&lt;br /&gt;what's up&lt;br /&gt;with you man?&lt;br /&gt;Nothing better to do is it? HAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;Kay&lt;br /&gt;whatever.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what to post.&lt;br /&gt;Bye. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11159481-2379163042490342264?l=theageoftheunderstatement.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theageoftheunderstatement.blogspot.com/feeds/2379163042490342264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11159481&amp;postID=2379163042490342264&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11159481/posts/default/2379163042490342264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11159481/posts/default/2379163042490342264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theageoftheunderstatement.blogspot.com/2008/08/haha-idris-caught-you-red-handed-lol.html' title=''/><author><name>Nur Aisyah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08942808075063967750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11159481.post-8800828280253999051</id><published>2008-08-12T16:33:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-12T16:59:25.107+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M-_5gqko7wM/SKFLENImU2I/AAAAAAAAAT8/lA_dK9pSJU8/s1600-h/anonymous.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233546777598514018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M-_5gqko7wM/SKFLENImU2I/AAAAAAAAAT8/lA_dK9pSJU8/s320/anonymous.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I guess someone spammed my tagboard. Looked for the IP adress and found two names which are different and neither do they know each other. Hmm.. I won't believe that it's Jia Hui or Idris cause they kinda look innocent, or maybe? Just maybe? haha. Oh well. Whoever is the culprit, please own up cause I will get to know who it is sooner or later. Oh thanks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Currently doing this stupid F&amp;amp;N project which I feel like dumping them in the trash can. Syafiqah, Razlinda and Ayu are here playing rockband as per normal. That is what people normally do when they come here. haha. okay bye.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;PS: I hate Home ec. Yucks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And I forgot to add one more thing. You know today, during geography lesson, we received a wrong printed paper so we wanted to return her back. She said no and told us to throw them ourselves. We did what she told us to do. We crumpled the papers into balls and threw them at Mun and Fatin. Haha! Nothing better to do. Von kinda throw one and Zhang Xiang and Sebastian Tan started laughing. And guess what? The whole class became like a marketplace where everyone started their own paperball fights. Thanks to those who started first. Von and me. A more convenient place for us to study in. HAHAHA. Kay what the hell.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11159481-8800828280253999051?l=theageoftheunderstatement.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theageoftheunderstatement.blogspot.com/feeds/8800828280253999051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11159481&amp;postID=8800828280253999051&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11159481/posts/default/8800828280253999051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11159481/posts/default/8800828280253999051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theageoftheunderstatement.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-guess-someone-spammed-my-tagboard.html' title=''/><author><name>Nur Aisyah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08942808075063967750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M-_5gqko7wM/SKFLENImU2I/AAAAAAAAAT8/lA_dK9pSJU8/s72-c/anonymous.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11159481.post-2849557702019091005</id><published>2008-08-11T19:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-11T19:20:13.800+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i66.photobucket.com/albums/h255/slitkisses_689/Animations%20Rly/30stm.gif" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;HAHA. This made my day! I didn't know he's so crazy. HAHAHAHA. What a psycho. LOL. Well so what? I LOVE crazy lunatic freaks cause they're like me! Sometimes, I don't really like serious and neat neat kind of people cause hanging out with them are kinda boring don't you think? Hmmm... But actually adolescents who are actually into studies and take education as their top priority could gain benefits in the future. But wait! Don'tyou know that artistes like rockers are mostly school drop-outs? They became so sucessful just for making music. Cool. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oh yeah. Today, Von, Fatin and Mun came over to my house to do some of our incomplete projects like Geography, IT and Science. For some reasons, we did not manage to complete the whole of it. Hahaha. Maybe because we were too distracted by my two brothers. Who knows? The first thing they did the moment they reach here was talking to my brothers. I know they're adorable but, focus people. Our assignments weren't completed yet and we only have approximately a weeks time to complete out IT/Science project while our geography was already dued a few days ago. Wow. What a great achievement. LOL. Nothing much.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;PS: My uncle's gonna buy for me an acoustic guitar! But hadn't&lt;br /&gt;confirmed yet. Haha. Oh I'll just wait for the time to come. cheers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11159481-2849557702019091005?l=theageoftheunderstatement.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theageoftheunderstatement.blogspot.com/feeds/2849557702019091005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11159481&amp;postID=2849557702019091005&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11159481/posts/default/2849557702019091005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11159481/posts/default/2849557702019091005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theageoftheunderstatement.blogspot.com/2008/08/haha.html' title=''/><author><name>Nur Aisyah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08942808075063967750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i66.photobucket.com/albums/h255/slitkisses_689/Animations%20Rly/th_30stm.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11159481.post-2975227265710549756</id><published>2008-08-09T15:28:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-09T15:32:29.277+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://gi262.photobucket.com/groups/ii81/5ZJKUV46BH/bored.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;YEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Just completed another skin.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Made out of boredom. uh yea.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Today's national day but,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I dont really give a damn about it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I cried for now reason earlier on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Haha. yeah that's right. not in a mood&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so, goodbye.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11159481-2975227265710549756?l=theageoftheunderstatement.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theageoftheunderstatement.blogspot.com/feeds/2975227265710549756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11159481&amp;postID=2975227265710549756&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11159481/posts/default/2975227265710549756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11159481/posts/default/2975227265710549756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theageoftheunderstatement.blogspot.com/2008/08/yeaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa-just-completed.html' title=''/><author><name>Nur Aisyah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08942808075063967750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11159481.post-1287488028144744494</id><published>2008-08-08T19:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-08T19:19:37.620+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm sad to say that this year's national day celebrations and the 10th year anniversary for Junyuan Secondary is the worst day ever from what I had experienced in this school. It's like breaking up everyone into various groups and separating us from our classmates. Even worse, we couldn't wear red and white today for some stupid reason. (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;actually, it's not a pretty stupid reason after all. Just to release my angst in this particular blog of mine. The reason is quite simple though&lt;/span&gt;) But still, I'm still frustrated about our school for not wearing red and white. Just because a v.i.p. attended the ceremony, everything must be perfect? I swear our school looks like a jungle where it's all crowded with plants and flowers. And there's this one time, I was sucking on an ice lolly (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;a free one that is)&lt;/span&gt; at the courtyard, there's this teacher who told us to stay away from it as the ice lolly would drip. Gosh. Screw you &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ekhems&lt;/span&gt; for making this day a very very unfair day for the students in jyss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One more thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I WANT REFUND! MY FOUR DOLLARS, GONE JUST LIKE THAT!&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Games ended too early. Let me repeat this. TOO EARLY! Thanks again. Bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11159481-1287488028144744494?l=theageoftheunderstatement.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theageoftheunderstatement.blogspot.com/feeds/1287488028144744494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11159481&amp;postID=1287488028144744494&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11159481/posts/default/1287488028144744494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11159481/posts/default/1287488028144744494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theageoftheunderstatement.blogspot.com/2008/08/im-sad-to-say-that-this-years-national.html' title=''/><author><name>Nur Aisyah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08942808075063967750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11159481.post-7303977148743001647</id><published>2008-08-06T16:32:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-11T18:06:39.757+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hey people, you know what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;F&amp;amp;N &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;SUCKS&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Especially when she nags at us for wasting time and not realising that she's doing the same thing. HAH! Topic for the day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oh yeah. I hadn't been blogging for awhile. I really hate to be informed last minute especially if it's at night like what happened on Sunday night. I got the darn message by Razlinda and Zulhusni telling that there's training on Monday. It really pissed me off. One gentle reminder. Do not EVER give me last minute information cause my blood will go rushing up any moment after that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yesterday, hadn't got enough time to use the pc for blogging as I was too tired. Actually Monday's even worse. I had to stand in the bus throughout the whole journey. Worse still, my legs were like jelly back then and I could not feel my legs. After experiencing it, yesterday, we purposely missed the bus and queued up for another bus to arrive. Razlinda didn't attend the training as her boots cracked and Ms Cheong advised her not to use a cracked pair of boots.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The good news for us is that there is no training for today but the bad news is, there will be a last training tomorrow. Oh my god. I don't even feel like polishing my boots cause I'm pretty sure that it will become dusty again, so what's the use? I'd rather use a polished pair of boots on the actual day. hehe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11159481-7303977148743001647?l=theageoftheunderstatement.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theageoftheunderstatement.blogspot.com/feeds/7303977148743001647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11159481&amp;postID=7303977148743001647&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11159481/posts/default/7303977148743001647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11159481/posts/default/7303977148743001647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theageoftheunderstatement.blogspot.com/2008/08/hey-people-you-know-what-f-sucks.html' title=''/><author><name>Nur Aisyah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08942808075063967750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11159481.post-3669337741125197919</id><published>2008-08-03T15:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-03T15:45:14.968+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I have to confess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;I'M OBSESSED OVER 30 SECONDS TO MARS AND RED HOT CHILI PEPPERS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my gosh. And the front man of 30 STM is so hot. That guy has black hair and gorgeous blue eyes. How could I not melt???? Yeahhh. Here's a picture of him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 259px; HEIGHT: 298px" height="242" src="http://i203.photobucket.com/albums/aa74/eyeshahh/JAREDLETOOOOO.jpg" width="239" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dumbass. He's freakin &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;hot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And some gundus influenced me to &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;RHCP&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 351px; HEIGHT: 252px" height="200" src="http://i203.photobucket.com/albums/aa74/eyeshahh/rhcp.jpg" width="389" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But still, I think &lt;strong&gt;30 Seconds To Mars&lt;/strong&gt; is wayyyy better than them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 351px; HEIGHT: 252px" height="200" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i203.photobucket.com/albums/aa74/eyeshahh/30stm.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And &lt;strong&gt;Arctic Monkeys&lt;/strong&gt; are above the rest of all my favourites. woots!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Rock bands pwns.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Techno, find a place to fly your kite yeahs?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11159481-3669337741125197919?l=theageoftheunderstatement.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theageoftheunderstatement.blogspot.com/feeds/3669337741125197919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11159481&amp;postID=3669337741125197919&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11159481/posts/default/3669337741125197919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11159481/posts/default/3669337741125197919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theageoftheunderstatement.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-have-to-confess.html' title=''/><author><name>Nur Aisyah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08942808075063967750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11159481.post-3228704617098675996</id><published>2008-08-01T19:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-01T19:05:56.896+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;OH &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;YESSA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Haha! This awesome dudette taught me how to play the guitar. Omg, it's so cool! Thanks Paulynn! Hahaha. I'll do more practise with my uncle's guitar whenever he's back. And make sure you teach me heh? xD I'm looking forward to more guitar lessons. LOL. She said that I am a fast learner. Is it true? o_o hah okay. Whatever it is, Paulynn, you're the best. My first song I ever played, by Oasis, forgotten what the title is. ROFL. xB yeah, and there's no CCA today as there is Sec 1 NP camp.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11159481-3228704617098675996?l=theageoftheunderstatement.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theageoftheunderstatement.blogspot.com/feeds/3228704617098675996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11159481&amp;postID=3228704617098675996&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11159481/posts/default/3228704617098675996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11159481/posts/default/3228704617098675996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theageoftheunderstatement.blogspot.com/2008/08/oh-yessa-haha-this-awesome-dudette.html' title=''/><author><name>Nur Aisyah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08942808075063967750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11159481.post-3893598099048834608</id><published>2008-07-31T16:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-31T17:28:26.948+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Let me tell you a story. One day, a girl went to school as per normal. A plain ole boring day which we wouldn't want it to happen but it did, again... again... and... again! Why do time fly when we're enjoying the moments but drags till the end of the day when we're sitting in a boring classroom listening to the teacher explaining? I feel so annoyed. It was Wednesday when some selected students from each class were to do the MOE survey and unlucky enough, I was one of them. So was Muneera but she did not attend school as she had to go for funeral prayers, you know... I did it quite slowly for the sake of killing time and escaping from CME. Oh before I forget, we had grocery shopping at FairPrice during Home Ec to look for ingredients we needed for Thursday's practical test. After getting the necessary items, we still had time left and so, we took it for granted and bought some snacks and drinks. Haha! Great. Then, I was told by Aloysius that there was NP meeting right after school. Yeah, you knew it already.. It was about our attendance. Horrible. Absolutely horrible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up from bed with a smile today. Yes, indeed. Actually right, I'm just forcing myself to do this just for the sake of keeping this blog alive. We did our practical test today. My partner and I did cheese pasta for people who are suffering from osteoporosis. Or maybe for child, growth purposes. haha. I'm not really sure what's our score for the food. Yeap. Just for you to see, here's the picture of it which is now already inside my stomach. heheheh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 280px; HEIGHT: 197px" height="410" src="http://i203.photobucket.com/albums/aa74/eyeshahh/DSC03911.jpg" width="471" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11159481-3893598099048834608?l=theageoftheunderstatement.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theageoftheunderstatement.blogspot.com/feeds/3893598099048834608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11159481&amp;postID=3893598099048834608&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11159481/posts/default/3893598099048834608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11159481/posts/default/3893598099048834608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theageoftheunderstatement.blogspot.com/2008/07/let-me-tell-you-story.html' title=''/><author><name>Nur Aisyah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08942808075063967750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11159481.post-8552843760282384223</id><published>2008-07-28T16:20:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-28T17:31:32.098+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I had not been active quite awhile right now. Just doesn't have the time to post. Let me start off with last Friday. We had CCA as per usual. Some Indigoians kinda influenced us not to attend it but thank god, we stood up for ourselves and told them that we wanted and had to attend it. Speaking of wanted, I watched it with my parents days ago, can't remember when. &lt;strong&gt;IT WAS AWESOME!&lt;/strong&gt; Kay, continue from where I stopped. On that day during NP, only ten of us came. I seriously had no idea what happened to the rest but I'm pretty sure most of them played truant as they said that they were lazy and stuffs like that. Fine. If you guys don't attend trainings anymore, go ahead but think before you do so. It's for your own benefit. Anyway, the seven of us were chosen for the NDP contigent. And they are Ayu, Syafiqah, Razlinda, Zulhusni, Derick, Zulfiqar and me. Yay! Among the UGs, I think ours is the noisiest cause perhaps we were too excited. Haha! There was one time when the teacher in charge asked which UG, Girl Guides or Girls Brigade could shout the loudest. And our NCOs &lt;em&gt;kepo&lt;/em&gt;-ed and shrieked "NPCC!" Gosh. Really have nothing better to do huh? Hmm. And someone's been giving blatant lies.. Wonder who that is. Oh well. Saturday, Razlinda thought of asking us out so we tagged along and made our way to East Coast Park. Not even halfway there near the Bedok junction, Derick left us and said he wanted to go LAN. -.- Go ahead. No one's stopping you. So because of that, we stopped our journey and headed towards Bedok and kill time at Bedok's Library. Engrossed upon reading a book called &lt;em&gt;How to Date a Millionaire&lt;/em&gt;, I thought of borrowing it but the machine says,&lt;em&gt; 'You have outstanding fines. Please pay this at the nearest counter Thank You' &lt;/em&gt;Haha! yeah. Who would want to pay for a book that you had already gave it back before it's even dued? I bet no one would unless that person is too generous. At around 2.30pm, we proceed to the restaurant which Razlinda's parents had their anniversary together with her birthday and cousin's birthday. Since her parents ask her to bring some friends, I tagged along. :) Oh gosh. The food was so delectable. ^^ Her parents really chose the right place. Haha! After that, I waited for my mum and went off to see our new second cousin. How adorable could she be? She's got the features like her sisters too. :D Oh my. I seem to have forgotten her name. Am I getting older or is it just me? Perhaps both. xD Yeah. Went to Mac and had McFlurry then headed home. The following day, I had madrasah. Same ole thing happens every weekend. What can I say? After madrasah, got home to change and went out with my sis to look for a pair of slippers for me. My mum told me that there is a 50% off storewide in Fox. So we went there check the place out. Yeah, she's right. Even the slippers there are nice. Bought a pair and went to KFC to have our lunch as my sis wanted to eat there. Waited for mum there as she had just got back from work and went to Bedok. We bought hoodies there. Oh it's so cute. Printed green guitars all over it. x) So far, I have 4 hoodies in total. Haha! Okay Raz, if you're reading this, try not to erm, you know, okay? :B I think that's all for now since nothing really happened today while Von and Fatin went for their camp feast.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11159481-8552843760282384223?l=theageoftheunderstatement.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theageoftheunderstatement.blogspot.com/feeds/8552843760282384223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11159481&amp;postID=8552843760282384223&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11159481/posts/default/8552843760282384223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11159481/posts/default/8552843760282384223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theageoftheunderstatement.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-had-not-been-active-quite-awhile.html' title=''/><author><name>Nur Aisyah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08942808075063967750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11159481.post-6371934500832392157</id><published>2008-07-24T16:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-24T16:40:07.180+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>And oh my god. Von found this website and gave it to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HOW TO GET SICK!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just read it okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Step1 Eat your food without washing your hands, especially after you go to&lt;br /&gt;the bathroom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Step2 Seek out little toddlers or babies who have streams of neon green&lt;br /&gt;snot running from their button noses and kiss them. Drink from their little&lt;br /&gt;sippy cups and eat their half eaten crackers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Step3 Drink and eat until you are bloated at every meal. Select the&lt;br /&gt;greasiest foods you can find and drink only soda; absolutely no water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Step4 Stop flossing your teeth and brushing as well. In fact, forget&lt;br /&gt;about showering altogether.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Step5 Hang out at crowded places, especially when you know there is a&lt;br /&gt;virus going around. Try to hug as many people that you come in contact with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Step6 Go swimming in the hot afternoon sun and skip the sunscreen.&lt;br /&gt;Don't drink any water; three or four cans of soda will be fine though. Put on&lt;br /&gt;your winter parka after.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Step7 Stay up as late as you can for as many days as you can. And rise&lt;br /&gt;as early as you can each following day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Step8 Take up smoking. If you already are a smoker, try three&lt;br /&gt;cigarettes at one time or chew tobacco as you smoke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Step9 Stop cleaning your house, live in filth and use dirty dishes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Step10 Shake hands with people you know have the flu or the cold. Make&lt;br /&gt;sure you don't wash your hands and make yourself a bologna sandwich after and&lt;br /&gt;eat it immediately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Step11 Eat spoiled foods or expired food. Spoiled dairy products are&lt;br /&gt;especially effective. Another sure winner is raw meat that has a slight tinge of&lt;br /&gt;green.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Step12 Get angry all the time and sweat about every small thing in&lt;br /&gt;life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11159481-6371934500832392157?l=theageoftheunderstatement.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theageoftheunderstatement.blogspot.com/feeds/6371934500832392157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11159481&amp;postID=6371934500832392157&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11159481/posts/default/6371934500832392157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11159481/posts/default/6371934500832392157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theageoftheunderstatement.blogspot.com/2008/07/and-oh-my-god.html' title=''/><author><name>Nur Aisyah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08942808075063967750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11159481.post-3334879689598732804</id><published>2008-07-24T16:07:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-31T16:27:23.315+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;This is a short conversation between Von and I. I wonder where the heck she got the word 'skews' from. HAHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;skews says:&lt;br /&gt;pm eh&lt;br /&gt;skews says:&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAA&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;Λіѕуαн ♦ (I) + (P) = (~)&lt;br /&gt;says:&lt;br /&gt;LOLOL&lt;br /&gt;- Λіѕуαн ♦ (I) + (P)&lt;br /&gt;= (~) says:&lt;br /&gt;XD&lt;br /&gt;skews says:&lt;br /&gt;nipple clips&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;Λіѕуαн ♦ (I) + (P) = (~)&lt;br /&gt;says:&lt;br /&gt;NIPS&lt;br /&gt;- Λіѕуαн ♦ (I) + (P) =&lt;br /&gt;(~) says:&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;skews says:&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA POST ON YOUR BLOG LH&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;Λіѕуαн ♦ (I) + (P) = (~) says:&lt;br /&gt;kkay&lt;br /&gt;besttt&lt;br /&gt;skews says:&lt;br /&gt;this conver&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;Λіѕуαн ♦ (I) + (P) = (~) says:&lt;br /&gt;this&lt;br /&gt;convo?&lt;br /&gt;- Λіѕуαн ♦ (I) + (P) = (~)&lt;br /&gt;says:&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;skews says:&lt;br /&gt;ah&lt;br /&gt;skews says:&lt;br /&gt;gi print aper&lt;br /&gt;entah&lt;br /&gt;- Λіѕуαн ♦ (I) + (P) = (~)&lt;br /&gt;says:&lt;br /&gt;giler per.&lt;br /&gt;- Λіѕуαн ♦ (I) +&lt;br /&gt;(P) = (~) says:&lt;br /&gt;LOL&lt;br /&gt;skews says:&lt;br /&gt;like image like that lahhh&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;Λіѕуαн ♦ (I) + (P) = (~)&lt;br /&gt;says:&lt;br /&gt;kkkkkkk&lt;br /&gt;- Λіѕуαн ♦ (I) +&lt;br /&gt;(P) = (~) says:&lt;br /&gt;hahahahhaa&lt;br /&gt;skews says:&lt;br /&gt;you knowws&lt;br /&gt;skews&lt;br /&gt;says:&lt;br /&gt;SKEWSSSSSS&lt;br /&gt;- Λіѕуαн ♦ (I) +&lt;br /&gt;(P) = (~) says:&lt;br /&gt;stop it sey&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;Λіѕуαн ♦ (I) + (P) = (~) says:&lt;br /&gt;hahaa&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. Let's get back blogging yawww. It has been three days since my so-called-latest post. hahaha! Reason being is because I have no time to do so until today that is. *beams* Kay let's see. Talking about skipping classes and UNSW on Tuesday, YAY. It didn't happen. Why? It is all because of this UNSW Competition thing. Gosh. Our next Road Safety Marshaling would be next year. How long are we suppose to wait!? I mean, come on! Just because of the New South Whales, our CCA point vanish into smoke just like that? That is so unreasonable! Oh well. Yes, On Wednesday, we had training right after school. It was a trial for NDP. Once I reached home, I couldn't feel my legs. We had to endure really long, standing at sedia position. Imagine... Alright. I had said enough about it. Oh and one more thing, Yesterday was Razlinda's birthday, so...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY RAZLINDA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get that. (: But something happened which turned her down. I'm sorry to say this but, Syafiqah, if only you were more responsible to at least call us on the bus before you even reached school cause because of the misunderstanding, Razlinda told me it was her worst birthday ever. Anyway Raz, cheer up okay? You still have alot of retarded and nice friends around you, like me. LOL. Kay prasan. Yeah, seriously. :D Okay so today, nothing much happened but the jokes made by von and mun really made my day. HAHA! And here are some overdue pictures on BITC, last week.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 223px; HEIGHT: 154px" height="230" src="http://i203.photobucket.com/albums/aa74/eyeshahh/DSC02993.jpg" width="464" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img style="WIDTH: 195px; HEIGHT: 154px" height="314" src="http://i203.photobucket.com/albums/aa74/eyeshahh/DSC02995.jpg" width="231" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 243px; HEIGHT: 174px" height="480" src="http://i203.photobucket.com/albums/aa74/eyeshahh/DSC02996.jpg" width="267" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 162px; HEIGHT: 212px" height="535" src="http://i203.photobucket.com/albums/aa74/eyeshahh/DSC02997.jpg" width="148" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img style="WIDTH: 154px; HEIGHT: 212px" height="521" src="http://i203.photobucket.com/albums/aa74/eyeshahh/DSC02998.jpg" width="111" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img style="WIDTH: 153px; HEIGHT: 212px" height="640" src="http://i203.photobucket.com/albums/aa74/eyeshahh/DSC02999.jpg" width="220" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11159481-3334879689598732804?l=theageoftheunderstatement.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theageoftheunderstatement.blogspot.com/feeds/3334879689598732804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11159481&amp;postID=3334879689598732804&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11159481/posts/default/3334879689598732804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11159481/posts/default/3334879689598732804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theageoftheunderstatement.blogspot.com/2008/07/this-is-short-conversation-between-von.html' title=''/><author><name>Nur Aisyah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08942808075063967750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11159481.post-6419845868180839940</id><published>2008-07-21T17:24:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-21T17:43:49.436+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oh my god. I cut my hair yesterday till shoulder length. It is really short I must say. I had to do this because of the shit weather and also spoilt and split ends of my hair. I wanted to post some pictures of the new haircut but too bad. I seriously have no idea where I placed the USB cable again. HAHA! I'm such a senile ole person. Okay, my main point for blogging is about my hair. Everybody who I know had been commenting about it and they kept giving compliments. Haha! But hey, I seriously miss my old hair. I'm sure it'll grow longer each day so be patient Aisyah. :D Tomorrow there would be marshaling for road safety park. We will be dismissed at 12.45pm. How cooler can it get? I skipped 2 periods oi. xD And yes. Currently polishing my unpredictable boots. Busy now, toodles!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11159481-6419845868180839940?l=theageoftheunderstatement.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theageoftheunderstatement.blogspot.com/feeds/6419845868180839940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11159481&amp;postID=6419845868180839940&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11159481/posts/default/6419845868180839940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11159481/posts/default/6419845868180839940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theageoftheunderstatement.blogspot.com/2008/07/oh-my-god.html' title=''/><author><name>Nur Aisyah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08942808075063967750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11159481.post-7217102108273543697</id><published>2008-07-18T22:01:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-18T22:19:10.915+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm back to blogging. My eyes can't take it anymore. I think some sort of creature had just sprinkled some sleeping powders into my eyes. Okay. Let's get to the point. Today was another day for parade commanding. But this time it was inside the General Office. Not that bad actually. From what I have heard, they gave negative comments about doing it in the Office but everything went smoothly actually and I don't really felt nervous about it. Mdm Fauziah actually said I did great, only had to emphasize on the connectors. Malay lesson, 2E1 students baked the pineapple cake. Of course we grabbed the chance la. Took a bite from Maizurah's cake. Haha. And oh my, hers is super delicious. They used gula melaka is it? No wonder it tasted abit different and much more nicer than ours. Boohoo. Right... After school, we had service day for NPCC. All np cadets from all over Singapore did the same thing. We had to pass the message on crime prevention to the residents living at the area near our school. The thing which I hate about service day is, when I knocked on the door, barks here and there. Phobea okay. I can't stand dogs. I really don't. After NP, we sang Ayu's birthday song as her birthday falls on the same day as my cousin Syakir which is tomorrow really loud on our way to the front gate. Well I think she find it embarrassing. Haha! Yeah. They did that to me before. Everybody gets their chance. &gt;:D No worries. -evil laugh- alright. I've gone far too much. Ayu went home straight. Raz, Syaf and I walked to the interchange. Upon crossing the road. Someone did the 'ah, ah!' sound. We look to our left and saw herman sir. Hahaha! Too busy eating our ice-creams till we didnt even realise what's in our surroundings. Outside of NP, it's easy to talk to him but when he's in charge, I have no comments. xD Yeah. Queued up for the bus 38. Unexpected, I recognised someone's voice and my prediction was right. Farhan appeared infront of me asking for some ice-cream. -____- I gave him all cause I don't wanna eat his leftovers. Yuck! Who would even do such a thing right? That would be so unhygienic! The bus arrived around 5 to 10 minutes later. The bus was packed like sardines in a tin I swear. Even worse than bus 291. Beat that. Kay. I'm too sleepy now. I shall stop here. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY AYU! [ 19/o7 ]&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY SYAKIR! [ 19/o7 ]&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY AMIRA! [ 2o/o7 ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11159481-7217102108273543697?l=theageoftheunderstatement.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theageoftheunderstatement.blogspot.com/feeds/7217102108273543697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11159481&amp;postID=7217102108273543697&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11159481/posts/default/7217102108273543697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11159481/posts/default/7217102108273543697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theageoftheunderstatement.blogspot.com/2008/07/d-no-worries.html' title=''/><author><name>Nur Aisyah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08942808075063967750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11159481.post-72321997379767966</id><published>2008-07-17T19:30:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-17T19:43:09.313+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Kay. It has been days since I got online to blog. On Tuesday, after birthday bashing Aloysius, we walked to East Coast Park from Junyuan all the way. It took about 4 hours to reach there. Our NCOs did it before and it took them 3 hours. Hey, the ones who were actually lagging behind weren't us. So don't blame us on the slow timing okay. Haha! Yes. Reached home at around seven plus and I got too tired. Because of that, I didn't even bother touching the PC. And my oh my. Yesterday's baking course was AWESOME! But the thing is, we had to climb up 11 storey high by stairs! Not elevator! I couldn't feel my legs once I reached up there, I swear. Then, half of our class baked oreo cheese cake and the other half baked blueberry cheese cake. We were lucky to get the oreo cheese cake cause I don't really like blueberry, neither do my parents. After baking, we brought home. On our way back to school, some people who had never seen a rainbow before went, 'woah' and 'Omg. I see a rainbow!' Yea yea. I'm glad you're happy to see one. Laugh out loud. After dinner with my family, I took out the cheese cake and placed it on the dining table. We digged in. My mum said it was super delicious. My dad said it was awesome. It was even my first time trying it. Oh yes. It's too nice to be true. Now, I'm craving for one. *drools* Oh cut the crap. Kay. Today was my turn for parade commanding. I think I kinda screwed up a little but they say it could be better tomorrow. (: And one more thing. I lost my shoe lace for np boots. I bought a new one but it's super long. Tomorrow's service day! Waiting for it... :D And please forgive me if I had not been posting pictures in this blog. I did told you guys that my USB cable has gone missing. Haha. Wait till I find it and I'll immediately upload them here. (: Toodles!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11159481-72321997379767966?l=theageoftheunderstatement.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theageoftheunderstatement.blogspot.com/feeds/72321997379767966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11159481&amp;postID=72321997379767966&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11159481/posts/default/72321997379767966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11159481/posts/default/72321997379767966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theageoftheunderstatement.blogspot.com/2008/07/kay_17.html' title=''/><author><name>Nur Aisyah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08942808075063967750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11159481.post-7577564479858520423</id><published>2008-07-14T18:16:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-14T18:27:35.657+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="This is so true" src="http://i203.photobucket.com/albums/aa74/eyeshahh/Art.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is Monday and as usual, we have Art Lessons every Monday which falls before our recess time. We had to do paper cutting but something really stupid happened. I left my file at home which had my drawing of the picture I wanted to use for paper cutting. Haha! Suay ah. I seriously hate Mondays. Of course I did some last minute work. I told Fatin to buy for me an A4 tracing paper which costs 30 each. How unreasonable. I traced a picture in my science textbook, a picture of a butterfly on a sunflower. Miss Yuen then told us to queue up so as to see our artwork. I missed out some space on top and she told me to put in some more details. Completed the work and showed her. Haha! And the funny thing is, I was the first person that she accepted the artwork. Who says last minute work is not aquality work? heheheh. Lesson to be learnt, doesn't mean it's last minute, it's in a bad quality. Right guys? Oh, Muneera came back from her three weeks MC of chicken pox. And one more thing, tomorrow school ends early and school starts late. NO CCA! Kay cool. I'm off.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11159481-7577564479858520423?l=theageoftheunderstatement.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theageoftheunderstatement.blogspot.com/feeds/7577564479858520423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11159481&amp;postID=7577564479858520423&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11159481/posts/default/7577564479858520423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11159481/posts/default/7577564479858520423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theageoftheunderstatement.blogspot.com/2008/07/today-is-monday-and-as-usual-we-have.html' title=''/><author><name>Nur Aisyah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08942808075063967750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11159481.post-5332817782538375554</id><published>2008-07-12T22:08:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-12T22:28:02.640+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yesterday was a rather long day I must say. Went out of my house at 6.30am and reached home at 10pm. Wow. 9 and a half hours of school. Kay let's start. 7.15 to 12.30, school hours. I followed Ayu to her house cause there's no one to stay in school with me since Von had left home straight to get her NCC stuffs. I was suppose to be back in school by 1.30 to get the logistics for J League ready but I arrived late cause these two peeps took their own sweet time walking. In the end, I didn't do anything cause our head of department hadn't even arrived yet. Next, CCA starts at 3pm and ends at 5pm cause after that, we had Meet the Parents session. I was the usher of the day, ekhem, forced. Oh yes, right after CCA, we went to the D&amp;amp;T toilet and had a shower so that we won't stink! We were really noisy in our perspective cubicals. Passed around shampoo and soap to each other. Haha! coolios. xD Then, we actually thought of walking around the school just for fun but in the end, things didn't work out. Haha. They talked and talked and talked. I was in the verge of dying I swear but I forced myself to listen cause it's for my own benefit. I thought of going to 3E1 but my parents told me that 3E4 is a better choice. What do you guys think? I just wanna get into that class cause I wanna take Literature, Geography, Biography and Chemistry! The thing my parents are worried about is Principles of Account. They said, based on their experience, that particular subject might exert stress to myself. Is it true? Because of that, they suggest that I'd be better off in 3E4 as they don't offer POA. I think they're right. Maybe I SHOULD choose 3E4. Hmm.. The next thing is, after talking with parents, Mdm Fauziah turned up. She thinks I'm eligible to get into class 3E3. OMG? That's even more stressful besides the other two classes. Well, I think that I'm better in 3E4. The only difference between 3E1 and 3E4 is POA and Physics. And yes, I couldn't make it for J League this morning. Sorry for the last minute guys. :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;PS: I'M CURRENTLY BAKING SHEPHERD'S PIE! HAHA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11159481-5332817782538375554?l=theageoftheunderstatement.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theageoftheunderstatement.blogspot.com/feeds/5332817782538375554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11159481&amp;postID=5332817782538375554&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11159481/posts/default/5332817782538375554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11159481/posts/default/5332817782538375554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theageoftheunderstatement.blogspot.com/2008/07/yesterday-was-rather-long-day-i-must.html' title=''/><author><name>Nur Aisyah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08942808075063967750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11159481.post-6934943966829790542</id><published>2008-07-10T20:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-10T20:58:19.986+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Today was an I-dont-really-know-how-to-describe day. Last night at around nine, Fakhruddin told me via msn that there would be meeting at 7.15am. If I only get the news that there wouldn't be any meetings, I would have spent my 1 hour sleeping at home. Oh well... Oh I have to mention that, Amir actually spent his money on our foods and drinks. A better word, &lt;em&gt;blanja&lt;/em&gt; us. HAHAHA! It was totally unexpected. I kinda felt guilty after that so I went to him and wanted to give him back his one dollar but he rejected and told me to keep it. Woah? I guess some ghost had possessed him that it made him became so generous. LOL. After that, we waited for Mr Alsagoff but he didn't show his face. Then, we went to the courtyard and started '&lt;em&gt;lepaking&lt;/em&gt;'. Zulhusni's new word. Awesome. Which actually meant, chilling. They kept story telling about ghosts and nightwalks and whatever. Aloysius being a smart gundu interupted and shouted BOO! Von shrieked. LOLOL. I was looking down. Okay fine. I don't feel like blogging. Just wanna say, tomorrow, there'll be cca which ends at 5.30. Before CCA, sports department had to set up the logistics. Right after cca is Meet the Parents session. We got forced in being the ushers for the day. Oh man. So Von and I decided to shower after cca in the D&amp;amp;T toilet. Haha! Okay that's all. Tomorrow won't be online cause I'll be home LATE!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11159481-6934943966829790542?l=theageoftheunderstatement.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theageoftheunderstatement.blogspot.com/feeds/6934943966829790542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11159481&amp;postID=6934943966829790542&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11159481/posts/default/6934943966829790542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11159481/posts/default/6934943966829790542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theageoftheunderstatement.blogspot.com/2008/07/today-was-i-dont-really-know-how-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Nur Aisyah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08942808075063967750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11159481.post-3387378074337449101</id><published>2008-07-09T18:19:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-09T18:29:31.614+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i203.photobucket.com/albums/aa74/eyeshahh/rockband-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Kay. During school hours, it suddenly struck my mind that I wanna invite von over to my house to play rockband. When I think again, playing the game consisting of only two members wouldn't be any fun so I decided to ask Aloysius to join us. Suddenly, two peeps behind him overheard the conversation and wanted to join too, and those two peeps were actually Fatin &amp;amp; Insyirah. Hahaha! Right after school, we went off together and bought KFC takeaway and boarded the MRT to Simei. We had our lunch at my place then played the game. At first, I just couldn't imagine Fatin playing rockband. Ahahaha! Well, it turns out to be quite okay but, some things' had gone haywire and we kept on failing every song that we played. Hahaha. Insyirah's first guitar tryout was not bad! She's quite good at it unlike Fatin. I think she still got rooms for improvements. :P Fatin on drums, I got no comments. xD Aloysius action seh. He's a fast learner. woah. He played both instruments, drums and guitar. It was so outstanding. Nah. And, not to mention the vocals. Fatin has a very 'nice' and 'unique' voice. Instead of singing, she sang monotonously and shouted out some of the words. Hahaha! So yeah. Unfortunately, my usb cable has gone missing and it's no where to be found. Sorry I can't upload the pictures yeah? Till then.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11159481-3387378074337449101?l=theageoftheunderstatement.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theageoftheunderstatement.blogspot.com/feeds/3387378074337449101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11159481&amp;postID=3387378074337449101&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11159481/posts/default/3387378074337449101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11159481/posts/default/3387378074337449101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theageoftheunderstatement.blogspot.com/2008/07/kay.html' title=''/><author><name>Nur Aisyah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08942808075063967750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11159481.post-2040097525222961548</id><published>2008-07-07T10:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-07T10:59:52.273+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i203.photobucket.com/albums/aa74/eyeshahh/dream.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i203.photobucket.com/albums/aa74/eyeshahh/dream-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah. I had a dream last night. And it's kind of unexpected too. :l I seriously wonder what is really happening to me. Kay let the dream starts its own story. I'm pretty sure I had this dream after my alarm snoozes. I was having Physical Education. A boy stood next to me and I'm not pretty sure how he looks like. All I know was he's taller and had a very messy hair which is my taste in guys. haha! We were told to run around the neighbourhood when I suddenly got stopped by the same person and he actually french-kissed me. (&lt;em&gt;what the fuck&lt;/em&gt;!?) Yes I know. What a dumb dream. -_____________- I hope that doesn't happen to me. rawr.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11159481-2040097525222961548?l=theageoftheunderstatement.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theageoftheunderstatement.blogspot.com/feeds/2040097525222961548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11159481&amp;postID=2040097525222961548&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11159481/posts/default/2040097525222961548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11159481/posts/default/2040097525222961548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theageoftheunderstatement.blogspot.com/2008/07/oh-yeah.html' title=''/><author><name>Nur Aisyah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08942808075063967750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11159481.post-3508749550353778154</id><published>2008-07-05T21:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-05T21:19:37.036+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Finally, we had sucessfully completed our 1 star kayaking course. Our group's new instructor really has a heart of a beast. He wouldn't give us some time to get back up on the kayak after capsize. Let's take me for example. While doing a raft somewhere outside in the ocean, I accidentally capsized. Isn't it 'cool'? Well okay. I was trying my very best to get back up, while he was there complaining about how slow the Rescue was. Well, so what if I'm slow? I'm trying to catch my breath here, hello? Can't you even understand my situation? If you're me, then you'll know. I was out of breath. That's some tiring and boring day. He wouldn't stop saying these lines over and over again, "&lt;em&gt;Ah liddat, I would have to fail you. You'll fail one confirm&lt;/em&gt;." Shut up man. I had always been looking forward to this awesome day but it turns out to be something unpleasant. Well that's it. If there's anymore instructos like this, I wouldn't even come back for 2 star course. Bye.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11159481-3508749550353778154?l=theageoftheunderstatement.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theageoftheunderstatement.blogspot.com/feeds/3508749550353778154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11159481&amp;postID=3508749550353778154&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11159481/posts/default/3508749550353778154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11159481/posts/default/3508749550353778154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theageoftheunderstatement.blogspot.com/2008/07/finally-we-had-sucessfully-completed.html' title=''/><author><name>Nur Aisyah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08942808075063967750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11159481.post-2269914375040364355</id><published>2008-07-04T20:30:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-04T21:00:52.423+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm back to blogging. I also thought of posting some pictures here. Unfortunately, I didn't expect this to happen. Guess what? I lost my USB cable for my phone. Great! Now this post is going to be a very simple, plain and boring one. Just words for you people to read. Nothing to be amazed of or whatsoever. Okay, let's start.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yesterday, right after school, I followed Von to buy her Home Ec. book at Popular for awhile then I went home. While waiting for the bus's arrival. I received a message by Razlinda. She asked whether I wanted to bake some muffins at Ayu's house or not but she did not tell me when. Well of course I said yes because this is something which I have not done with friends, but only with family members. How could I ever possibly get out of the queue when I am already in the middle? So I just replied that I would go home first before I meet them. I reached home and get changed. Then headed towards the MRT and alighted at Tampines. While going down the escalator, something really unexpected happened. I saw Iskandar going down from the other side who turns out to be my crush in Primary School. The moment I reached downstairs, I did not dare to turn to his face and walk straight towards the bus interchange. Haha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So yeah. Met Ayu and Razlinda at Ayu's house and baked muffins. The first time we tried it, it turns out to be a total disaster. They were tasteless. There were insufficient amount of sugar and we also forgot to put in baking powder. No wonder it didn't '&lt;em&gt;kembang'&lt;/em&gt;. Lol. Stayed there baking muffins till 10pm, then went home straight.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Today, during school hours, teachers like Ms Tham and Ms Yuen suddenly became so cheerful. The main reason is, they also wanted to celebrate Youth Day. Speaking of Youth Day, there's no school this Monday! How awesome is that? Finally a day of rest. I hope no one even bothers to ask me out. Just kiss goodbye okay.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Right after school, I went straight into NP room. We had to do some preparations for Tina and Benedict Sir's birthday bash. I thought it would be a very enjoyable moment. It turns out to be very dull since the CIs looked pissed. What's the purpose of us making a fun and enjoyable day for only a day and they wouldnt even be enthusiastic about it? I find it really heartbreaking. But nevermind. It's okay. At least we had some fun bashing up some July Babies. *sarcastic face*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11159481-2269914375040364355?l=theageoftheunderstatement.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theageoftheunderstatement.blogspot.com/feeds/2269914375040364355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11159481&amp;postID=2269914375040364355&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11159481/posts/default/2269914375040364355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11159481/posts/default/2269914375040364355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theageoftheunderstatement.blogspot.com/2008/07/im-back-to-blogging.html' title=''/><author><name>Nur Aisyah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08942808075063967750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11159481.post-392957975543420544</id><published>2008-07-02T20:39:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-02T20:49:16.743+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i203.photobucket.com/albums/aa74/eyeshahh/YAWN.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was rather a hectic day for me. I shouldnt have blogged about what happened they day before because that person might find it embarrassing and I, too doesn't want her face to drop out of shame. So, nothing to say about yesterday. I'm so sorry. The only thing I wanted to say about yesterday is, Rifle and Advance drill are quite okay. I'm seriously tired. There's nothing much to say in this post. Wait, what's the objective of this post anyway? I don't know! Don't you think I should stop here? Hmm.. I guess so. I'll end it here then.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11159481-392957975543420544?l=theageoftheunderstatement.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theageoftheunderstatement.blogspot.com/feeds/392957975543420544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11159481&amp;postID=392957975543420544&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11159481/posts/default/392957975543420544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11159481/posts/default/392957975543420544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theageoftheunderstatement.blogspot.com/2008/07/yesterday-was-rather-hectic-day-for-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Nur Aisyah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08942808075063967750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11159481.post-6320715231633864265</id><published>2008-06-29T14:12:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-29T14:56:27.086+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="pingouin" src="http://i205.photobucket.com/albums/bb269/kiskool_bucket/tux-kayak_3_copie.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello there people. yehaaa!&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was the best day ever. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;My CCA organised a 1 star kayak for us.&lt;br /&gt;It will be on Saturdays.&lt;br /&gt;And yesterday happened to be a Saturday.&lt;br /&gt;So, we had to be in school by 9am.&lt;br /&gt;Guess what time I reached there?&lt;br /&gt;8.59am. LOL. I'm a minute early. hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;But something embarrassing happened&lt;br /&gt;while I was on my way there.&lt;br /&gt;I don't think I should type it down here.&lt;br /&gt;CAUSE IT'S TOO EMBARRASSING! LOL.&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so only 13 of us turned up for the course.&lt;br /&gt;Reached Changi Beach at around 10?&lt;br /&gt;Had some briefings before kayaking.&lt;br /&gt;Then went to carry up the kayaks to sea.&lt;br /&gt;First thing to do on the first lesson is,&lt;br /&gt;CAPSIZE DRILL! Oh my gosh.&lt;br /&gt;Syafiqah was the first to try out.&lt;br /&gt;Guess what we're suppose to do?&lt;br /&gt;Capsize the kayak at somewhere abit deeper&lt;br /&gt;then, tap three times before getting out.&lt;br /&gt;Most of us couldn't tap it cause the salt water&lt;br /&gt;got into our noses and it's hard to breathe.&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha. I tried it and seriously, it's hard to breathe.&lt;br /&gt;I didn't manage to tap three times.&lt;br /&gt;And I was stuck in the water,&lt;br /&gt;couldn't get out and injured my leg. ~.~&lt;br /&gt;How clever could I be. Aisyah, Aisyah.&lt;br /&gt;Then, we had lunch. Oh, before that,&lt;br /&gt;we went to wash up our shoes and ourselves.&lt;br /&gt;Not, bathe, but just wash up, together you know. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;And, please, dont get the wrong message.&lt;br /&gt;We're still in our clothes. :l Get that right.&lt;br /&gt;Went to Changi Village together and had our lunch.&lt;br /&gt;The whole of sec 1 to sec 4 cohort of NPCC.&lt;br /&gt;Well, maybe not all. Those who're active.&lt;br /&gt;Omg. I'm smelling instant noodles. ahh! tempation.&lt;br /&gt;Stop it Aisyah. Concentrate. haha.&lt;br /&gt;Okay. Those who sat down after us&lt;br /&gt;is gonna wet theirselves, cause we're wet! xD&lt;br /&gt;Kay, after lunch, we had our paddling session.&lt;br /&gt;Most of it, we knew already, except for the sec 1s of course.&lt;br /&gt;But, there are still some which we still yet to learn.&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I really have to say this.&lt;br /&gt;OUR INSTRUCTOR ROCKS MAN!&lt;br /&gt;Everytime after a new lesson which we've learnt,&lt;br /&gt;he would let us have about 5 minutes of break.&lt;br /&gt;What we did was swim around the sea&lt;br /&gt;and relaxed, getting tanned was the best part. (NOT!)&lt;br /&gt;Too bad I didnt bring and apply sunblock lotion.&lt;br /&gt;Now My nose and cheeks are sunburnt. Lol.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We learnt how to move sideways. :o&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;yeah, it's cool I know. hahaha. but it's tiring.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Okay, FUN but TIRING! YES. THAT'S RIGHT.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cool uh. I think our group was the only group&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;that is psychotic and very enthusiastic.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I see the others looking very serious.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;All they did was, kayak, kayak, &amp;amp; more kayaking.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Too bad they didn't get to swim that much.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Time flew so fast. I didnt even knew that&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it was actually time to go home. hahaha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;From 10am to 5pm+ flew just like that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But yeah, I'm sure we had a great time there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Still, Looking forward to the next training! hehehe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We set off together to Tampines Interchange,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(except the excos, boo!) yea yea. mind your own.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We thought of going to Food Culture together.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Turns our to be only 8 who followed us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The rest can go die la. &gt;=( nah, I'm just kidding. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But please, next time, just follow us. HAHA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Kaykay. Not forcing you guys. I know your reasons.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You have curfew. I know I know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;By the time we reached Tamp Int, it was&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;already 7.30pm. SEE HOW FAST TIME FLIES!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Syaf, Ayu, Raz, Fadhli, Derrick, &lt;em&gt;Hasanah, Jannah&lt;/em&gt; &amp;amp; me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;set off to food palace. The two &lt;em&gt;girls &lt;/em&gt;went to Popular&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;before joining us to eat at Food Culture. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I bought Chicken Spaghetti. I was awesome.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Even Razlinda ate the whole gravy, without telling me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;HAHAHA. It's okay. Go ahead and eat. I know you're hungry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;By the time we finished eating, it was already 8pm.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Then a lady tapped me on the shoulder.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I turned to her and she wasked me about my mum.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She looks familiar but I forgot her face haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Told me to &lt;em&gt;kirim salam&lt;/em&gt; my mum and went off with her husband.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Then went home and my mum asked,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"You saw Aisah Bujang there huh?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Then I remembered her name. hahaha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So yeah, I told her that I saw her there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LOOKING FORWARD TO NEXT WEEK'S&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;KAYAKING LESSON! WOOOOO!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11159481-6320715231633864265?l=theageoftheunderstatement.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theageoftheunderstatement.blogspot.com/feeds/6320715231633864265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11159481&amp;postID=6320715231633864265&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11159481/posts/default/6320715231633864265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11159481/posts/default/6320715231633864265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theageoftheunderstatement.blogspot.com/2008/06/hello-there-people.html' title=''/><author><name>Nur Aisyah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08942808075063967750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11159481.post-6733067782795954250</id><published>2008-06-27T13:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-27T13:58:02.258+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M-_5gqko7wM/SGSAdekEOqI/AAAAAAAAATw/v7mO1GxlXBk/s1600-h/1+am.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216435512310774434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M-_5gqko7wM/SGSAdekEOqI/AAAAAAAAATw/v7mO1GxlXBk/s320/1+am.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woah. Another tiring and sleepy day.&lt;br /&gt;One week flew so fast.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I couldn't even feel Thursday.&lt;br /&gt;Am I right von? &amp;amp; mum of course.&lt;br /&gt;Now, gotta do some work.&lt;br /&gt;I'll blog some other day.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Toodles.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11159481-6733067782795954250?l=theageoftheunderstatement.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theageoftheunderstatement.blogspot.com/feeds/6733067782795954250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11159481&amp;postID=6733067782795954250&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11159481/posts/default/6733067782795954250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11159481/posts/default/6733067782795954250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theageoftheunderstatement.blogspot.com/2008/06/blog-post_27.html' title=''/><author><name>Nur Aisyah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08942808075063967750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M-_5gqko7wM/SGSAdekEOqI/AAAAAAAAATw/v7mO1GxlXBk/s72-c/1+am.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11159481.post-3570382506490546126</id><published>2008-06-25T18:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-25T18:38:29.302+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Didn't blog for a few days. So here goes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;GUESS WHAT? TROJAN VIRUS AFFECTED MY PC!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Alot of Anti-Virus pop-ups appeared on the screen once I start the comp,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;till the whole thing lagged and i couldnt continue with what i'm doing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;currently using the Laptop yeahs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So, Monday, first day of school is BORING!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Nothing interesting happened during school hours.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So, went home and Syaf told me to follow her for "awhile".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Met Razlinda in the library and went to eat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Then went to sun plaza park and tried to make new cheers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;In the end, nothing was made up. Haha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sso, went home and guess what?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;NO KEY! My parents went to JB and my grandma, maid and 2 bros went banquet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;urgh. basket lah diorg. haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So i went to my other grandma house and waited there till their home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Went home at around 8 i guess? haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ah yea lah. haha. was inform that have 2 star kayak this sat, next and next2 sat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;WOO! We hadnt even get our 1 star kayak. LOL. :B&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tuesday, always a CCA day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;we had games for npcc.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;loads of fun, seriously. :D haha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Played captain's ball like nobody's business. AISEHMAN! xD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;hahaha. no drills at all for that day. (: kewl. heh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;then went home. syaf took the same bus as me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;right after she alighted home, drops of water fell from the sky&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and it got so heavy. omg suay ah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;once i reached my stop, i was caught in the rain.&lt;br /&gt;drenched wet from head to toe. o:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;mhm. nothing much on tuesday either.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And today, we had assembly. gosh it was so boring.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the upper secs behind us were quite entertaining though. lol.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;oh yeah, i forgot to mention something.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;normally during recess time, OM or whoever would lock the doors&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;to prevent anyone from going in. haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;guess what? the front and back doors were locked but,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the back door, there was a lock ontop of the door which isnt locked.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;von could actually open it. ~.~ haha gundu sia.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so kay. went home right after assembly cause i was too tired.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i thought i could sleep abit later tomorrow but no.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;SC meeting at 7.45 arhh. kay nevermind. hahaha. it's nothing actually.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;yeap yeap. and yes, i loathes school. goddamit. ):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11159481-3570382506490546126?l=theageoftheunderstatement.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theageoftheunderstatement.blogspot.com/feeds/3570382506490546126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11159481&amp;postID=3570382506490546126&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11159481/posts/default/3570382506490546126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11159481/posts/default/3570382506490546126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theageoftheunderstatement.blogspot.com/2008/06/didnt-blog-for-few-days.html' title=''/><author><name>Nur Aisyah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08942808075063967750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11159481.post-2735242496401897072</id><published>2008-06-22T18:42:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-22T18:43:31.369+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;OMG!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;GUNDUSAMYYYYYY!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TOMORROW'S SCHOOL!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I still couldn't believe it.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;damn!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11159481-2735242496401897072?l=theageoftheunderstatement.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theageoftheunderstatement.blogspot.com/feeds/2735242496401897072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11159481&amp;postID=2735242496401897072&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11159481/posts/default/2735242496401897072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11159481/posts/default/2735242496401897072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theageoftheunderstatement.blogspot.com/2008/06/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Nur Aisyah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08942808075063967750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11159481.post-1922665718993639190</id><published>2008-06-20T17:53:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-22T16:46:44.109+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M-_5gqko7wM/SF4RZXL0YxI/AAAAAAAAATo/cP_uUuTPZ5Y/s1600-h/3+tipah+owns.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214624545959600914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M-_5gqko7wM/SF4RZXL0YxI/AAAAAAAAATo/cP_uUuTPZ5Y/s320/3+tipah+owns.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hello. Looks like it's quiz marathon for me. &gt;_&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kay back to blogging. rawr.&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, had NP meeting in school.&lt;br /&gt;We were suppose to do our posters on Crime Prevention but non of us did except for Ayu. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;But, Syaf and her friend did some which is, the title for it only.&lt;br /&gt;So I took Ayu's example and wrote down the same thing on the drawn piece of paper.&lt;br /&gt;Razlinda did some new cheers for the squad. HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;Especially for these crazy Indigo-ians like Aloysius, Yong Chin and Antricia. huahuahua.&lt;br /&gt;We tried the Flea fly clapping version of going front and back.&lt;br /&gt;Alamak. Seriously hancor ah. hahahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;Then they got really obsessed over some guy's cheer. (you know who la)&lt;br /&gt;one, two, three, four,&lt;br /&gt;satu, dua, tiga, empat,&lt;br /&gt;ee, er, san, xi,&lt;br /&gt;inner, oonder, rende, nalek.&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA! crap ah. -____-&lt;br /&gt;Then went to KFC. The boys went to mac.&lt;br /&gt;Then fifi's friend thought of playing soccer after that.&lt;br /&gt;I was like thinking twice before I said yes. haha.&lt;br /&gt;So went to Pasir Ris and waited for her "gang"&lt;br /&gt;She got a call and that person told her to look back.&lt;br /&gt;Then we all kepo ah tengok blakang.&lt;br /&gt;OMG. I thought those who were coming was like only 2 or 3.&lt;br /&gt;but instead, it turned out to be a big number.&lt;br /&gt;The three of us cabot seh. HHAHA! So bad eh.&lt;br /&gt;Till then, we've got nothing better to do.&lt;br /&gt;Then Syaf suddenly said,&lt;br /&gt;"eh, since this was our hometown, why not we get back to our old house?"&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA. I agreed and walked to our old house. heheh.&lt;br /&gt;We didn't notice that we took the long way there.&lt;br /&gt;Of course lah. we're gundus per.&lt;br /&gt;We lived there while we were 5 yrs and below.&lt;br /&gt;Didnt remember much about the routes, right? haha.&lt;br /&gt;Reached syaf's house first. whoa. I can remember seh. haha.&lt;br /&gt;then, we went to my old house, blk 610 elias road.&lt;br /&gt;when we reached there, makkao.&lt;br /&gt;Alot of banglas doing construction stared at us as if&lt;br /&gt;they had never seen someone like us before in their life. JAKON! HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;Went up to the fourth level and checked out the place.&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly I had goosebumps. Remember those bad memories. gosh.&lt;br /&gt;Before leaving the place, I took this shot of the corridoor.&lt;br /&gt;It gave me the creeps after I took it. seriously. and i dont dare to put it up here.&lt;br /&gt;Sorry guys. :( I'm a very noob noob lehxzxzx. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;Then, we head straight to the bus interchange and took bus 21.&lt;br /&gt;Took stupid photos in the bus. hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;Reached interchange and I received my mum's sms.&lt;br /&gt;she asked me whether i wanna go swimming or not.&lt;br /&gt;of course i replied yes cause the weather's so hot and i was perspiring.&lt;br /&gt;headed towards the swimming complex and met mel and her sis along the way.&lt;br /&gt;Had a swim in the pool. ahhh~ hadn't done that since last year. gosh that was long.&lt;br /&gt;then went home after that. ((:&lt;br /&gt;Had dinner and omg. My mum bought the cheese which I wanted. haha! nice oi.&lt;br /&gt;Then Von called me whether i wanna follow her and fatin to esplanade's library to do hws.&lt;br /&gt;Asked my mum whether there's anything on and she said nothing.&lt;br /&gt;so i said okay heh.&lt;br /&gt;Met von at interchange this morning at 11+&lt;br /&gt;suppose to meet them at 11 actually but this bedah had her hair cut.&lt;br /&gt;and I was late too. haha! so nevermind.&lt;br /&gt;took the Mrt and alighted at city hall.&lt;br /&gt;then walked towards the esplande and did most of our homeworks there.&lt;br /&gt;I was hungry then. really. hadnt had breakfast before i went out. :(&lt;br /&gt;so, at 1.45 went to KFC in bugis and had so-called breakfast+lunch. haha.&lt;br /&gt;then this bedah wanted to walk around bugis street so we followed her.&lt;br /&gt;nothing much there then we went home.&lt;br /&gt;von followed me home, alah. she's always like that punyer ah. haha.&lt;br /&gt;and now, she's still here beside me completing her summary&lt;br /&gt;which i intend to do them tomorrow. AHAHA! Malas ah.&lt;br /&gt;kay that's all. and i know this post is long. so i'll end it here. lol&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11159481-1922665718993639190?l=theageoftheunderstatement.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theageoftheunderstatement.blogspot.com/feeds/1922665718993639190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11159481&amp;postID=1922665718993639190&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11159481/posts/default/1922665718993639190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11159481/posts/default/1922665718993639190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theageoftheunderstatement.blogspot.com/2008/06/hello.html' title=''/><author><name>Nur Aisyah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08942808075063967750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M-_5gqko7wM/SF4RZXL0YxI/AAAAAAAAATo/cP_uUuTPZ5Y/s72-c/3+tipah+owns.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11159481.post-2487958465748022</id><published>2008-06-18T18:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-18T18:57:41.438+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yawwwww. Tagged by Atin.&lt;br /&gt;Should have done this ages ago.&lt;br /&gt;HAHA! Okay, im gonna do it now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.Do you like your present school?&lt;br /&gt;- YUCK! but friends there are awesome, especially tipah, bedah and maimunah. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.How do you help a friend when he/she needs help?&lt;br /&gt;- Depends on the situation lah bodoh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.Do you hate your friend sometimes?&lt;br /&gt;- Haha yes. Sometimes I find them kinda annoying. :S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.Are you afraid of death?&lt;br /&gt;- Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.Do you believe in seeing a rainbow after a rain?&lt;br /&gt;- Duh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.Do you believe in eternity love?&lt;br /&gt;- I dont know. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.Who's in your mind right now?&lt;br /&gt;- Alex Turner, James McAvoy, Ben Barnes, Nick Hodgson, David Cook. HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;kay lah. all my family members and friends. yeap yeap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.What do you enjoy the most?&lt;br /&gt;- Disturb People.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.What's your most spoken language?&lt;br /&gt;- English, Malay half half.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.Do you cherish every single friendship of yours?&lt;br /&gt;- Totally. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11.Who would you probably spend the rest of your life with?&lt;br /&gt;- Alex Turner. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12.What do you think is the most important thing in your life?&lt;br /&gt;- Friends, Family, Lover, Love, Happiness blearghs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13.Who do you hope to be always there for you?&lt;br /&gt;- Friends, family. duh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14.Do you find life meaningless?&lt;br /&gt;- NO! totally not. I know there must be a reason for me to be born into this world. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15.Do you think the person you had a crush on will be with you forever?&lt;br /&gt;- So not. He's damn far away. On his tour I guess. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16.Who do you want the most now?&lt;br /&gt;- Alex Turner, James McAvoy! HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17.What is your goals this year?&lt;br /&gt;- Get into a good class (not the best, duh) after streaming. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18.What kind of expression would you give to a friend that you dont like?&lt;br /&gt;- A friend whom I dont like? I'm sure theres no such thing as a friend I dont like. -_- I like all my friends. A specific word for a friend I dont like is nemesis which I truly know that I dont have one. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instructions:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Remove one question from the quiz and replace it with your own.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tag anyone or let them happily do this quiz. haha!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kay oi. Anyone wanna do this quiz, just do.&lt;br /&gt;I dont want to tag anyone. yeaaaaaaaa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;$%%^&amp;amp;#%^$^%#^%$#%^$%^$#%^$#^%$&amp;amp;^%#$%^#$%^$%^#$%^#%^#$&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA. ANOTHER QUIZ! WHAT THE HELL! LOL.&lt;br /&gt;Kay. this time, I got tagged by Von, aka Tipah. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those who have been tagged must write their 40 answers on their blogs and replace any questions that they dislike with a new question formulated by themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tag anyone to do this quiz and those who they were tagged cannot refuse. These people must state who they are tagging and cannot tag the person whom they were tagged by . Continue this game by sending it to other people .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. If your lover betrayed you, what would your reaction be?&lt;br /&gt;- go to hell lah you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. If you could have a dream come true, what would it be?&lt;br /&gt;- get married to Alex Turner. HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. What's your ideal husband like?&lt;br /&gt;- A rockstar. or maybe, someone famous. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Is it more blessed to love or be loved?&lt;br /&gt;- What do you think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. How long would you wait for someone you really love?&lt;br /&gt;- I dont know. maybe ages? hmmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. If your secret crush is attached, what would you do ?&lt;br /&gt;- find another crush to crush on ah. &lt;- I'll go on with Von's Answer. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Is there anything that made you unhappy these days ?&lt;br /&gt;- Early curfews. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Is being tagged fun?&lt;br /&gt;- eheh. good question. if it's a spam, NO. if it's sarcastic comments, no problem ah! HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. How do you see yourself in 10 years?&lt;br /&gt;- Erm, I would've been working by then and would have been pampering my brothers. &gt;_&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Who are the most important people to you?&lt;br /&gt;- Who do you think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Would you rather be a single and rich or married but poor?&lt;br /&gt;- YEAA. Single and rich la bodo. haha! married but poor, get kids, what's the point? heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Whats the first thing you do in the morning?&lt;br /&gt;- Morning? do you really think i wake up that early nowadays? HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Would you be faithul in a relationship?&lt;br /&gt;- one face: -_______________-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. If you wanted to do two things at once, how do you decide what to do?&lt;br /&gt;- Like the malay peribahasa, Sambil menyelam, minum air. LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. What type of friends do you like?&lt;br /&gt;- Creako peeps and outgoing ones. duh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. What do you wish to do now?&lt;br /&gt;- Complete this dumb quiz. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Who is your idol?&lt;br /&gt;- Alex Turner, James McAvoy, Ben Barnes, Nick Hodgson, David Cook. yeah bebeh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. What's your favorite colour ?&lt;br /&gt;- Orange makes the world go round!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Do you have any crush now?&lt;br /&gt;- Yes. And i prefer not to disclose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. What are you listening to right now?&lt;br /&gt;- Pressure by Paramore, in von's blog. :S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. What are you wearing right now?&lt;br /&gt;- Choli, panty, t-shirt &amp;amp; shorts. what else must i add? LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. What time did you get up this morning?&lt;br /&gt;- Um, 8am, need to get ready for that darn sc meeting. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. What would you like to do now?&lt;br /&gt;- dream about mr alex.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. What time is it now?&lt;br /&gt;- it's tiger time. -__-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. Do you love yourself?&lt;br /&gt;- yea, i rock my own socks \m/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. There's no 40 questions right?&lt;br /&gt;- does the number 26 look like a 40 to you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you bored?&lt;br /&gt;Got nothing better to do?&lt;br /&gt;Do this quiz then! HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that's the end of the quiz. woooo!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11159481-2487958465748022?l=theageoftheunderstatement.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theageoftheunderstatement.blogspot.com/feeds/2487958465748022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11159481&amp;postID=2487958465748022&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11159481/posts/default/2487958465748022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11159481/posts/default/2487958465748022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theageoftheunderstatement.blogspot.com/2008/06/yawwwww.html' title=''/><author><name>Nur Aisyah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08942808075063967750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11159481.post-4575072186999894807</id><published>2008-06-17T17:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-17T17:33:49.091+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>haha. wenxuan tagged me.&lt;br /&gt;this is my 3rd quiz thou. the other 2 havent do yet. :S&lt;br /&gt;kay let's start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. How long have you waited for someone you love?&lt;br /&gt;- someone i love? well i love my family and friends only. haha. :D&lt;br /&gt;2. What do you want to do right now?&lt;br /&gt;- finish off my darn piles of homework. zz.&lt;br /&gt;3. If there's a miracle, what will you long for?&lt;br /&gt;- to turn back time :( miss those days in p sch. haha.&lt;br /&gt;4. Do you hate your friends sometimes?&lt;br /&gt;- yea, sometimes. when they're darn annoying. but i get the hang of it.&lt;br /&gt;5. Where do you wish to die?&lt;br /&gt;- Mecca or Madinah while praying. yeahh.&lt;br /&gt;6. Do you believe in seeing a rainbow after a rain?&lt;br /&gt;- duh.&lt;br /&gt;7. What are the impossible things to do?&lt;br /&gt;- being able to survive after lightningstruck. (lol. dumb one)&lt;br /&gt;8. IS there something which you wished never happened?&lt;br /&gt;- hmmm...&lt;br /&gt;9. Are you happy with your life now?&lt;br /&gt;- yes and no. but 80% yes. :D&lt;br /&gt;10. What if your crush ask you out?&lt;br /&gt;- I'll go, "mission accomplished"&lt;br /&gt;11. What will you do when you feel bored?&lt;br /&gt;- Disturb people. HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;12. What feelings do you hate th most?&lt;br /&gt;- Anger.&lt;br /&gt;13. If you'll be separated from you love one(s) for a period&lt;br /&gt;of time, what will be some things you'd tell them?&lt;br /&gt;- omg. i'm not good at speeches. darn.&lt;br /&gt;14. What are you looking forward to this coming week?&lt;br /&gt;- school. hheheh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instructions:&lt;br /&gt;Tag 11 people, list them at the end of the post.&lt;br /&gt;Notify them in their tagboard that they've been chosen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Von&lt;br /&gt;- Melissa&lt;br /&gt;- Husna&lt;br /&gt;- Umaimah&lt;br /&gt;- Ayid&lt;br /&gt;- Sabri&lt;br /&gt;- Donovan&lt;br /&gt;- Paulynn&lt;br /&gt;- Syafiqah&lt;br /&gt;- Aloysius&lt;br /&gt;- Firah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha sorry.&lt;br /&gt;enjoy doing the quiz. }:D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11159481-4575072186999894807?l=theageoftheunderstatement.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theageoftheunderstatement.blogspot.com/feeds/4575072186999894807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11159481&amp;postID=4575072186999894807&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11159481/posts/default/4575072186999894807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11159481/posts/default/4575072186999894807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theageoftheunderstatement.blogspot.com/2008/06/haha.html' title=''/><author><name>Nur Aisyah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08942808075063967750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11159481.post-4337684464487565893</id><published>2008-06-15T15:49:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-16T13:11:40.388+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='NPCC ATC'/><title type='text'>ATC</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Here I am once again.&lt;br /&gt;After a tiring and enjoying Adventure Training Camp. :l&lt;br /&gt;Well I believe, no one actually dared to tag while I was away.&lt;br /&gt;So, right after this post, it's a MUST for you to tag before you leave, understand?&lt;br /&gt;Okay great. There are some things which I really have to mention.&lt;br /&gt;First thing's first,&lt;br /&gt;I HATE TO SLEEP IN AN UNSECURED TENT!&lt;br /&gt;Guess what really happened on the first night?&lt;br /&gt;I got ant bites all over my body (ant nests everywhere)&lt;br /&gt;And there's one which actually bit my head, OUCH!&lt;br /&gt;It's really unconfortable you see.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, did I forgot to mention that the camp is a 3d/2n camp?&lt;br /&gt;Well, it's from 13th to 15th June. Okay? Okay. done.&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm having body ache. wooo! hahahhaa. -_-&lt;br /&gt;Okay. Made some new friends. let me say them out.&lt;br /&gt;Sharifah from Springfield,&lt;br /&gt;Khairiani from St. Hilda's (she's gd. haha)&lt;br /&gt;Nureha from Tampines&lt;br /&gt;Khairi from Pasir Ris (kayak partner :B)&lt;br /&gt;Siok Peng from Ngee Ann&lt;br /&gt;Ee Ren from Ngee Ann&lt;br /&gt;Harsh from Ngee Ann (i dont know the spelling :S)&lt;br /&gt;Rudy from St. Hilda's&lt;br /&gt;Nicholas from Ngee Ann&lt;br /&gt;Danial from East Spring&lt;br /&gt;Aqil from East Spring&lt;br /&gt;There's more but I seem to have a short term memory. :l&lt;br /&gt;oh well. haha. back to my experience.&lt;br /&gt;On the first day itself, I had started to worry about kayaking.&lt;br /&gt;Lucky thing that, on our trip to ubin on a bumboat,&lt;br /&gt;I wasn't sea sick. hahaha. had something to chew on. ^^,&lt;br /&gt;After that, we had a 30 min walk from the jetty to the campsite.&lt;br /&gt;Sial la. Our sir brisk walk so damn fast till the people at the back couldn't catch up.&lt;br /&gt;kkay. first day, we didnt really do anything.&lt;br /&gt;the word best describe that day is, 'slack'.&lt;br /&gt;Second day comes the restlessness.&lt;br /&gt;First activity of the day, PT in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;It's not that bad actually. haha. at least okay la. better than our sec 1 camp. yucks!&lt;br /&gt;After that comes breakfast and then it was Topography.&lt;br /&gt;GOSH. That was very very BORING and TIRING.&lt;br /&gt;We had to walk up and down the hills like I dont know how to explain.&lt;br /&gt;We were late for lunch cause some of us couldnt catch up with the rest.&lt;br /&gt;And we had some rations problem. grrrrr.&lt;br /&gt;Some group mistook ours to theirs. zzz.&lt;br /&gt;Fortunately, our Sir gave us extra 15 minutes for us to eat.&lt;br /&gt;Then it was low ropes. had to run up and down again.&lt;br /&gt;Once we reached there, i was out of breath.&lt;br /&gt;Our first thing to do was rock climbing.&lt;br /&gt;I had no energy though but i tried. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;only 2 out of 4 tiles that i climbed. xD&lt;br /&gt;Then, we had to shoot tennis balls into some machine gun&lt;br /&gt;and aim at some holes which conists of different shapes and points.&lt;br /&gt;Right after that was the dark tunnel.&lt;br /&gt;Well, this gundu called yong chin from my school doesnt know how to lead the way.&lt;br /&gt;Only 1/4 of the tunnel, he couldnt find the way out. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;And one more thing, I was the last person at the back.&lt;br /&gt;We could see absolutely Nothing. -____-&lt;br /&gt;Kay right after that was kayaking.&lt;br /&gt;i really liked the part where we had to form a circle and float together.&lt;br /&gt;weeeeee. hhahahaa. but salt water got into my eyes. it's painful. really.&lt;br /&gt;Then we practised our forward paddle, back paddle and whatsoever.&lt;br /&gt;I did mention that Khairi was my kayak partner. (hot oi)&lt;br /&gt;well, he's quite okay la with kayaking. haha.&lt;br /&gt;and i really doesnt know that kayaking was that simple. xD&lt;br /&gt;Then we had to form a line and hold to each other's kayak.&lt;br /&gt;Danial was at the far end andstarted to self-entertain himself.&lt;br /&gt;I pity Ayu cause her kayak partner was Danial. LOLLLL.&lt;br /&gt;Then we had campfire preparations. Sec 2s joined with the Sec 3s.&lt;br /&gt;Danial decided to use the stupid cheer he did during kayaking. -___-&lt;br /&gt;Haha. and our advertisement was crap but okay la.&lt;br /&gt;"OREOSCOTCH, BEST IN SINGAPORE, JB AND SOME SAY UBIN"&lt;br /&gt;HAHA! I told you it was crappish. lololol.&lt;br /&gt;after that we had briefing and then lights off.&lt;br /&gt;the next day, we had area cleaning. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;the had to fold the ground sheet so we took one and guess what?&lt;br /&gt;there's a goddamn lizard on the sheet. wtff. -_-&lt;br /&gt;i shoved it off and it ran away. ahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;then we took another one and this time, there's this thing which looks like a cockroach&lt;br /&gt;suay ah. =( boohooo. after cleaning up the tents,&lt;br /&gt;our group was called up to do more jobs. grrr. buat penat jer.&lt;br /&gt;we had to fold some blankets, pillow cases and bedsheets. haha.&lt;br /&gt;After that, we get back to where the rest were.&lt;br /&gt;and yes, finally it's time to go home. ^^, (best moment of the camp LOL busted sak)&lt;br /&gt;We took our Unit photo before we set off for the jetty.&lt;br /&gt;Dang, it was another long way there. I was already out of breath&lt;br /&gt;and kept on asking for water from nco Amirah. haha.&lt;br /&gt;Imagine eh, 30 min brisk walking while singing. Tiring right? T_T&lt;br /&gt;uh yea. We took the bumboat and set off to mainland.&lt;br /&gt;While waiting for my parents, i joined the rest to eat at changi village.&lt;br /&gt;I bought 2 glasses of grass jelly drink. LOL. Refreshing man. :D&lt;br /&gt;Well, they had already set off home except for me and Donovan.&lt;br /&gt;Met umaimah at the bus interchange there haha.&lt;br /&gt;then donovan and umaimah's bus arrived and i was all alone.&lt;br /&gt;While waiting, Herman Sir and Briana Mdm(&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i think :S&lt;/span&gt;) saw me and asked why im still here.&lt;br /&gt;blablabla. My parents are so darn late la. I couldnt even move a muscle.&lt;br /&gt;my mum even told me to look for her. omg?&lt;br /&gt;then i fell asleep in the car while they go makan. heh.&lt;br /&gt;At home, i immediately wash up like mad person cause im feeling itchy.&lt;br /&gt;slept for awhile and then at night, went to Earle Swensen's to celebrate father's day.&lt;br /&gt;I wore the Arctic Monkeys teeeeeee! hahahaha. but seriously,&lt;br /&gt;i felt like sleeping on the table la. i couldnt take it anymore.&lt;br /&gt;and that's it for today. buhbye.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11159481-4337684464487565893?l=theageoftheunderstatement.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theageoftheunderstatement.blogspot.com/feeds/4337684464487565893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11159481&amp;postID=4337684464487565893&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11159481/posts/default/4337684464487565893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11159481/posts/default/4337684464487565893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theageoftheunderstatement.blogspot.com/2008/06/atc.html' title='ATC'/><author><name>Nur Aisyah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08942808075063967750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11159481.post-5937947100733759350</id><published>2008-06-10T19:42:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-10T19:48:11.655+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Haaaaaaaaaa. LOOK BELOW. IT'S JAMES MCAVOY.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210216920865356194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M-_5gqko7wM/SE5or0LouaI/AAAAAAAAATg/DgO11-50pbU/s320/normal_gallery_3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Hey people! Got this picture from Penelope movie.&lt;br /&gt;THIS IS MR TUMNUS!&lt;br /&gt;REMEMBER? Haaa. *melts*&lt;br /&gt;Hot right? Omgoodness. Seriously.&lt;br /&gt;I think he's gonna be the next hot shots seh.&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah. You guys SHOULD watch Penelope when it's&lt;br /&gt;out in the cinemas since I've already watched it.&lt;br /&gt;yeahyeah. :))&lt;br /&gt;OKAY ENOUGH ALREADY. HAHAHA&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11159481-5937947100733759350?l=theageoftheunderstatement.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theageoftheunderstatement.blogspot.com/feeds/5937947100733759350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11159481&amp;postID=5937947100733759350&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11159481/posts/default/5937947100733759350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11159481/posts/default/5937947100733759350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theageoftheunderstatement.blogspot.com/2008/06/hey-people-got-this-picture-from.html' title=''/><author><name>Nur Aisyah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08942808075063967750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M-_5gqko7wM/SE5or0LouaI/AAAAAAAAATg/DgO11-50pbU/s72-c/normal_gallery_3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11159481.post-4369861546163764639</id><published>2008-06-09T20:31:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-09T20:35:52.712+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Okay, the first thing which I have to mention is,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;KUNG FU PANDA IS SO AWESOME!!!!! HAHAHAHA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I really recommened you guys to watch it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Once the movie starts, you would have already been in a&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ROFLMAO Mode. HAHAHAHA!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Okay next, Do you guys know whjo Mr Tumnus from Narnia's previous movie is?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Well his name is James McAvoy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yesterday, we had a sleepover at my grandmother's place.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;While lying down, we watched 2 movies.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And one of it is, Penelope. haha. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;GOSH. Well, he's not Peelope of course.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Lets say, he's the "hero" in this movie. got it?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Okay. OMG. HE'S SO HOT! HAHAHAHA!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Seriouslah. omg, come on. D:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;darn. I'm gonna stop blogging. :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;till then.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11159481-4369861546163764639?l=theageoftheunderstatement.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theageoftheunderstatement.blogspot.com/feeds/4369861546163764639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11159481&amp;postID=4369861546163764639&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11159481/posts/default/4369861546163764639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11159481/posts/default/4369861546163764639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theageoftheunderstatement.blogspot.com/2008/06/okay-first-thing-which-i-have-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Nur Aisyah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08942808075063967750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11159481.post-6849452249652691328</id><published>2008-06-06T15:20:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-06T22:14:04.549+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Kay I'm back to posting stuffs. haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;due to boredom, i decided to create blogskins.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;if you wanna view or rate or comment or whatever,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;click this link: &lt;a href="http://www.blogskins.com/info/196082"&gt;Arctic Monkeys&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&amp;amp; this link: &lt;a href="http://www.blogskins.com/info/196208"&gt;David Cook&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;:D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And, i;m currently using the AM one. LOL&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;okay bye.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;PS: I'M GONNA BUY THAT AM T-SHIRT! WOOOO!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11159481-6849452249652691328?l=theageoftheunderstatement.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theageoftheunderstatement.blogspot.com/feeds/6849452249652691328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11159481&amp;postID=6849452249652691328&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11159481/posts/default/6849452249652691328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11159481/posts/default/6849452249652691328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theageoftheunderstatement.blogspot.com/2008/06/kay-im-back-to-posting-stuffs.html' title=''/><author><name>Nur Aisyah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08942808075063967750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11159481.post-1485832139123059294</id><published>2008-06-05T15:32:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-06T19:03:44.855+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#993399;"&gt;OH MY GOD!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I WANT THIS TEE AND HOODIE &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;BADLY!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i203.photobucket.com/albums/aa74/eyeshahh/AMTSHIRT.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i203.photobucket.com/albums/aa74/eyeshahh/AM2TSHIRT.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;AHHHHHHHHHHHHH!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Goddamit. SOMEONE GET ME THESE FOR MY NEXT BIRTHDAY PLEASE!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I would be delighted manxzxzxzzxz! HAHAHA!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Official Shop: &lt;a href="http://arcticmonkeys.trinitystreetdirect.com/"&gt;http://arcticmonkeys.trinitystreetdirect.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;YAY. :D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11159481-1485832139123059294?l=theageoftheunderstatement.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theageoftheunderstatement.blogspot.com/feeds/1485832139123059294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11159481&amp;postID=1485832139123059294&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11159481/posts/default/1485832139123059294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11159481/posts/default/1485832139123059294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theageoftheunderstatement.blogspot.com/2008/06/oh-my-god-i-want-this-tee-and-hoodie.html' title=''/><author><name>Nur Aisyah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08942808075063967750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11159481.post-4208514567796703438</id><published>2008-06-04T14:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-04T14:44:58.995+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Today, I got a wake up call from von. -____-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I was trying to sleep but she called me. alamak.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She asked whether I wanna go out today or not.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I said no and hugned up the phone. hahaha! basket.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I don't have much things to say about today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Well let's say something about yesterday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;NP, we had projects and there are two groups.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;One of them is Crime Prevention which is ours.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So met them at KFC, only Ayu, Fadhli and Derrick.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Syafiqah, Siok Fong and Antricia didn't receive Ayu's message.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sotong lah you guys. cheh. hahaha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;After the project discussion, we went off.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Then met Razlinda along the way and headed towards big bookshop.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We bought necessary stuffs for ATC. Weee..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Then went to library and stayed there till 5 until we set off home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;At home, me and Syaf kept talking about our biggest topic.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ORIX. HAHAHAHAA!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And can you believe that she actually created a friendster account call Orix?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;SAWAN SIOL. HAHAHAHA. Dah merepek. kkay.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hmmm... I don't wish to say much as that's all. blueks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So to make this post longer, let me post about 3 guys which I find them the hottest.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HOTTEST GUY; ALEX TURNER&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 302px; HEIGHT: 231px" height="211" alt="ALEX TURNER!" src="http://i203.photobucket.com/albums/aa74/eyeshahh/albw.jpg" width="366" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2ND HOTTEST GUY; BEN BARNES&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img alt="BEN BARNES!" src="http://i203.photobucket.com/albums/aa74/eyeshahh/shoot0112.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3RD HOTTEST GUY; NICK HODGSON&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="NICK HODGSON!" src="http://i203.photobucket.com/albums/aa74/eyeshahh/interview_kaiserchiefs_nick2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11159481-4208514567796703438?l=theageoftheunderstatement.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theageoftheunderstatement.blogspot.com/feeds/4208514567796703438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11159481&amp;postID=4208514567796703438&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11159481/posts/default/4208514567796703438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11159481/posts/default/4208514567796703438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theageoftheunderstatement.blogspot.com/2008/06/today-i-got-wake-up-call-from-von.html' title=''/><author><name>Nur Aisyah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08942808075063967750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11159481.post-3324391373601535733</id><published>2008-06-02T16:17:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-02T16:27:37.151+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M-_5gqko7wM/SEOs0ZtVm5I/AAAAAAAAATA/BjdHQEVINjs/s1600-h/eyeshahh.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207195610424646546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M-_5gqko7wM/SEOs0ZtVm5I/AAAAAAAAATA/BjdHQEVINjs/s320/eyeshahh.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;HAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;Didn't I mention that I fainted earlier on?&lt;br /&gt;Well yes I did. lol. -_____-&lt;br /&gt;After CCA, chatted with Danial East Spring.&lt;br /&gt;Wahlau. He bombed me alot of dumb questions.&lt;br /&gt;And hey, I find him really irritating lah seriously.&lt;br /&gt;zzzz. too bad Umaimah wasn't there&lt;br /&gt;since she was away in Laos. (I have no idea where that place is)&lt;br /&gt;oh great. Now,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'M NOT IN THE LIBRARY ANYMORE.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Internet's back! yessa. :D&lt;br /&gt;Ahahahaha. okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M-_5gqko7wM/SEOuQM878CI/AAAAAAAAATI/8yE2bmjY81o/s1600-h/amsyar+guitar+haha.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207197187548377122" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M-_5gqko7wM/SEOuQM878CI/AAAAAAAAATI/8yE2bmjY81o/s320/amsyar+guitar+haha.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11159481-3324391373601535733?l=theageoftheunderstatement.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theageoftheunderstatement.blogspot.com/feeds/3324391373601535733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11159481&amp;postID=3324391373601535733&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11159481/posts/default/3324391373601535733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11159481/posts/default/3324391373601535733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theageoftheunderstatement.blogspot.com/2008/06/hahahaha.html' title=''/><author><name>Nur Aisyah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08942808075063967750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M-_5gqko7wM/SEOs0ZtVm5I/AAAAAAAAATA/BjdHQEVINjs/s72-c/eyeshahh.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11159481.post-6622769700506100536</id><published>2008-05-31T12:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-31T13:00:47.973+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;ok. hah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I had 2 days training of leadership skills for npcc.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Somethingunexpected and embarrassing happened to me earlier.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;guess what?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I FAINTED&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;out of all things. zzz.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;yes. zzz. but, at least got something good happen la.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CORPORAL RANK BEB!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;WOOOOO! hahahaaha. i'm super duper happy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;huahua. okay.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;atc is coming and i still had not bought or pack the stuffs yet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;this is what you call, "cadet tercontoh"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;kwang kwang kwang. k diam.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i wanna stop.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;BYE TONCHET!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11159481-6622769700506100536?l=theageoftheunderstatement.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theageoftheunderstatement.blogspot.com/feeds/6622769700506100536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11159481&amp;postID=6622769700506100536&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11159481/posts/default/6622769700506100536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11159481/posts/default/6622769700506100536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theageoftheunderstatement.blogspot.com/2008/05/ok.html' title=''/><author><name>Nur Aisyah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08942808075063967750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11159481.post-7946499777211028737</id><published>2008-05-27T13:21:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-31T13:02:53.841+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I typed out these words when I am in the library.&lt;br /&gt;You guys knew it already that my broadband was spoilt.&lt;br /&gt;So because of that, my mum had to get a new one. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;oh great. like what Fatin said, "kesian kau merana during holidays"&lt;br /&gt;which actually meant, "pity you, you had suffer throughout the holidays"&lt;br /&gt;haha. wth faten!? :( lucky thing you didn't say curse me or whatsoever.&lt;br /&gt;zzzzzzzzzzzzz.&lt;br /&gt;now, currently waiting for von to arrive.&lt;br /&gt;can you actually believe it that she was still at home,&lt;br /&gt;and she just took a bath? LOL. -______________-&lt;br /&gt;kkkkkkkkkkk. i wanna stop blogging. till then,&lt;br /&gt;when i'm free and when i got spare money to use the comp.&lt;br /&gt;today, i dont really brought alot of money. only a handful. :D&lt;br /&gt;okay, bye.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11159481-7946499777211028737?l=theageoftheunderstatement.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theageoftheunderstatement.blogspot.com/feeds/7946499777211028737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11159481&amp;postID=7946499777211028737&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11159481/posts/default/7946499777211028737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11159481/posts/default/7946499777211028737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theageoftheunderstatement.blogspot.com/2008/05/i-typed-out-these-words-when-i-am-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Nur Aisyah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08942808075063967750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11159481.post-1676426102586952541</id><published>2008-05-26T17:27:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-26T17:27:52.714+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#993399;"&gt;BROADBAND SPOILT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#993399;"&gt;WONT BE ACTIVE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#993399;"&gt;HAHHAHAA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11159481-1676426102586952541?l=theageoftheunderstatement.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theageoftheunderstatement.blogspot.com/feeds/1676426102586952541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11159481&amp;postID=1676426102586952541&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11159481/posts/default/1676426102586952541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11159481/posts/default/1676426102586952541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theageoftheunderstatement.blogspot.com/2008/05/broadband-spoilt-wont-be-active.html' title=''/><author><name>Nur Aisyah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08942808075063967750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11159481.post-5962942495936378968</id><published>2008-05-18T14:27:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-18T14:51:46.247+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;okay well, i guess i had forgotten to say this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;out of all the subjects, my literature is the best among all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;HAHAHA. Yes. I got 72, shocking and what the heck?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Von scored 86 for her paper which is also the 2nd highest in class.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;haiyo. to von: why must you be so clever in that subject!?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i feel like killing you sia. LOL. just kidding eh. kk.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;hmm. Just went back from andalus, a religious class.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;guess what? THE AIRCOND DIED! And we had been suffering&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;from 10.30 till 12.45 sia. %$&amp;amp;^&amp;amp;*$%^&amp;amp;$^%#&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;until, another ustaz came in and spoke in arab said,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;there's another room which is airconditioned.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the thing is, it's a kindergarten classroom.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the tables and chairs are so tiny.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;can you imagine? and there's a sec 4 class beside us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;embarrassing! hahahaha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;TOMORROW'S VESAK DAY, NO SCHOOL! WOO!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11159481-5962942495936378968?l=theageoftheunderstatement.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theageoftheunderstatement.blogspot.com/feeds/5962942495936378968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11159481&amp;postID=5962942495936378968&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11159481/posts/default/5962942495936378968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11159481/posts/default/5962942495936378968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theageoftheunderstatement.blogspot.com/2008/05/okay-well-i-guess-i-had-forgotten-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Nur Aisyah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08942808075063967750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11159481.post-7461431860671122374</id><published>2008-05-15T17:14:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-15T19:03:36.108+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200530641681040194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M-_5gqko7wM/SCv_EKTuw0I/AAAAAAAAAS4/q1qRuRJgQ2k/s320/rainbow+place.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 241px; HEIGHT: 316px" height="632" src="http://photos.friendster.com/photos/94/64/57894649/1_181110990l.jpg" width="230" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kay,&lt;br /&gt;Well I had not been blogging or been only for the past few days.&lt;br /&gt;This is the reason why. huahua/&lt;br /&gt;Went out with ayu, fifi and raz to esplanade on monday and took pictures.&lt;br /&gt;there were alot of 'em hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;and the other reason is also,&lt;br /&gt;my internet died for the desktop computer.&lt;br /&gt;so now i'm currently using the laptop.&lt;br /&gt;well, i dont feel like uploading all the pictures here, oh well.&lt;br /&gt;then on tuesday, i thought of blogging but parents brought us out.&lt;br /&gt;we went to, town again. zzz.&lt;br /&gt;i thought we're gonna go there by car but instead,&lt;br /&gt;we took mrt. ahahah! my parents wanna save money lah.&lt;br /&gt;yesyes.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;and guess what!?!?!?&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;MY FATHER BOUGHT ME THE LAST SHADOW PUPPETS ALBUM!&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;OMGOMGOMG. HAAAAAA! XDDDDDD&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;So cool luhs. I've been wanting that ever since their new song was released.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;:DDD haha okay. and yesterday we had maths trail at esplanade.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;it sucks. :)&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;i thought after exams we dont have to break our brains again. :l&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;yeaaaaa.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;OKAY I'LL TELL YOU GUYS WHAT I SCORED.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;History&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Sect A - 12/22&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Sect B - 8/24&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Sect C - 32/54&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Total - 52/100&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;English&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Compo - 17/30&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Paper 2 - 7/25&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Summary &amp;amp; letter writing havnt received yet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Maths&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Paper 1 - 31/50&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Paper 2 - 25/50&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Total - 56/100&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Malay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Paper 1 - 40/70&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Paper 2 - 34/70&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;KM - 10/10&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Total - 84/150&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Science&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Sect A - 17/30&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Sect B - 21.5/30&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Sect C - 20.5/40&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Total - 59/100&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;"Sastified" ? HAHAHA.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11159481-7461431860671122374?l=theageoftheunderstatement.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theageoftheunderstatement.blogspot.com/feeds/7461431860671122374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11159481&amp;postID=7461431860671122374&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11159481/posts/default/7461431860671122374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11159481/posts/default/7461431860671122374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theageoftheunderstatement.blogspot.com/2008/05/kay-well-i-had-not-been-blogging-or.html' title=''/><author><name>Nur Aisyah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08942808075063967750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M-_5gqko7wM/SCv_EKTuw0I/AAAAAAAAAS4/q1qRuRJgQ2k/s72-c/rainbow+place.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11159481.post-4355682882597346127</id><published>2008-05-10T08:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-10T09:08:26.794+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Okay, I think I had forgotten to slot this inside the previous post.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Since this is my experience blog, might as well elaborate on what that happened to me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yes yes. haha. okay. Yesterday night, went to &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;East Shore hospital&lt;/span&gt; to see my &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;new cousin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oh how adorable of her. She looks exactly like her sister, Shaheena.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Her parents had named her, &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Shirin&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; (&lt;em&gt;if that is how it's spelt, don't mind me thanks&lt;/em&gt;.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Two days ago, we didn't visit to see her cause I received a news that &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;she's in the incubator&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Her heartbeat was quite low so the doctors had to do something with it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Well, that's sad. hmm.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Then, we went to &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;As-shalihin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; in Tampines near my primary school area to eat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My cousin Syahmi, called my grandmother at the right time when my mum was just about to turn.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Believe it or not, he was left alone at home &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;AT NIGHT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; at around &lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;8 to 9pm&lt;/span&gt; after his dad went off to work. geez.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;If I was the one left at home, I would have been even more terrified than ever, seriously.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;There are alot of history at my house okay.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;At one time, there was this person who was in the midst of jumping off at the 9th storey at my block.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And there was even one time where &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;flew across my window.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So if you don't know anything then &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;shut up.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Okay, when we reached there, I ordered &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;cheese fries&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;haha. I couldn't fill my stomach after sometime.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And I almost felt like vomiting so stopped consuming them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;What a waste&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; I thought to myself, &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;If only my stomach didn't do anything funny&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/em&gt; zzz.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Today, I felt really &lt;em&gt;weird&lt;/em&gt;.  as in, &lt;strong&gt;REALLY&lt;/strong&gt; weird.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Last night I &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;slept at 12&lt;/span&gt; and I suddenly &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;woke up at 7&lt;/span&gt; today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And it felts like I slept in a very long period of time. o_o&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;yea yea. okay lah. &lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;my pancakes are waiting&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. huahua. till then.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11159481-4355682882597346127?l=theageoftheunderstatement.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theageoftheunderstatement.blogspot.com/feeds/4355682882597346127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11159481&amp;postID=4355682882597346127&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11159481/posts/default/4355682882597346127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11159481/posts/default/4355682882597346127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theageoftheunderstatement.blogspot.com/2008/05/okay-i-think-i-had-forgotten-to-slot.html' title=''/><author><name>Nur Aisyah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08942808075063967750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11159481.post-1708243982229624189</id><published>2008-05-09T13:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-09T13:24:45.930+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;okay.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;tell you guys what,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MY INTERNET BREAKDOWN!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So now, i'm currently using the laptop.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i dont really know how come there's internet connection here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;while my computer doesnt. zzzzzzz.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so for the past few days, i've not been online.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;yesyes. zzz.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but the good news is,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;NO MORE EXAMINATIONS! YESSA. HAHA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;okay lah. BYE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11159481-1708243982229624189?l=theageoftheunderstatement.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theageoftheunderstatement.blogspot.com/feeds/1708243982229624189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11159481&amp;postID=1708243982229624189&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11159481/posts/default/1708243982229624189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11159481/posts/default/1708243982229624189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theageoftheunderstatement.blogspot.com/2008/05/okay_09.html' title=''/><author><name>Nur Aisyah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08942808075063967750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11159481.post-6009229878977953643</id><published>2008-05-06T15:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-06T15:18:14.254+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FORGET IT!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I seriously have no idea what to write.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tomorrow is &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;History&lt;/span&gt; exam paper.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Just had my &lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Malay Paper&lt;/span&gt; and I tell you what,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;IT WAS &lt;strong&gt;CRAP!&lt;/strong&gt; I was stuck on the peribahasa page.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Like what the &lt;em&gt;crap&lt;/em&gt; are they trying to ask me?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Nevermind.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Anyways, I'll have to start memorising the points for history.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It'll take a very very VERY long time to finish reading up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;Chapters, 5 to 9.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;OHMYGOD&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yes. that's alot of chapters. hurhur.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Then following up will be, &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Science&lt;/span&gt; then &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Maths paper 2&lt;/span&gt; and finally,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NO MORE PAPERS. YES!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hahaha. In order to do well, we'll have to exert 100% serious in studies.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I dont wanna see me cry on the day i get results so I'd better start revising. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11159481-6009229878977953643?l=theageoftheunderstatement.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theageoftheunderstatement.blogspot.com/feeds/6009229878977953643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11159481&amp;postID=6009229878977953643&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11159481/posts/default/6009229878977953643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11159481/posts/default/6009229878977953643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theageoftheunderstatement.blogspot.com/2008/05/forget-it-i-seriously-have-no-idea-what.html' title=''/><author><name>Nur Aisyah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08942808075063967750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11159481.post-2931781573836306450</id><published>2008-05-04T16:29:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-04T16:34:48.911+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M-_5gqko7wM/SB104KuWgOI/AAAAAAAAASw/FSwY5N0c7-8/s1600-h/Traffic_light.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196438053355684066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M-_5gqko7wM/SB104KuWgOI/AAAAAAAAASw/FSwY5N0c7-8/s320/Traffic_light.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt; Stop! ready... GOOOOO!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hahah help me. zzz -_-"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm getting crazy over blogskins.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ohmygawd. whatodowhatodowhatodo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-___________________-"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;kay. tomorrow literature and maths paper 1.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;OMGOMGOMG. MATHS! I'm not ready siaaa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ohnoooooo. gosh. I'll have to practise starting from now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;actually, i'm not suppose to be here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I should be studying lah!.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Okay cut the crap.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Look's like my worksheets are calling me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;hahahah. Okay bye.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11159481-2931781573836306450?l=theageoftheunderstatement.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theageoftheunderstatement.blogspot.com/feeds/2931781573836306450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11159481&amp;postID=2931781573836306450&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11159481/posts/default/2931781573836306450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11159481/posts/default/2931781573836306450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theageoftheunderstatement.blogspot.com/2008/05/stop-ready.html' title=''/><author><name>Nur Aisyah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08942808075063967750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M-_5gqko7wM/SB104KuWgOI/AAAAAAAAASw/FSwY5N0c7-8/s72-c/Traffic_light.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11159481.post-2701900400884305248</id><published>2008-05-02T19:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-02T19:07:13.688+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;YAY! New skin! x)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Edited and finally submitted to &lt;a href="http://www.blogskins.com/"&gt;www.blogskins.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;;D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But the thing is, it's pink. -_-"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Nevermind la. once in a lifetime,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'll use pink. HAHAHAHA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Okay ah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;English paper was like, "wth?!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Malay paper was like,"i dont give a damn"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;HEHS,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Bye&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11159481-2701900400884305248?l=theageoftheunderstatement.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theageoftheunderstatement.blogspot.com/feeds/2701900400884305248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11159481&amp;postID=2701900400884305248&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11159481/posts/default/2701900400884305248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11159481/posts/default/2701900400884305248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theageoftheunderstatement.blogspot.com/2008/05/yay-new-skin-x-edited-and-finally.html' title=''/><author><name>Nur Aisyah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08942808075063967750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11159481.post-5076524478613636829</id><published>2008-05-01T19:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-01T20:03:54.237+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Okay. Guess what? Today is Labour day! and it's suppose be a holiday, BUT,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The following day which is tomorrow, we'll be sitting for 2 exam papers which are English and MT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I wasn't online throughout the day BECAUSE, I'm sick!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Yesterday, I only thought that I have flu and sore throat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Well today, it got worse.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Not only flu and sore throat but I'm also suffering from body cramps and FEVER! - 38.3 degrees celcius. omgodlah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Due to my stupid sicknesses, I couldn't do revision&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;as I'm too weak and I had to sleep after taking medicine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;zzz. Oh well. That's all for today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I'm not gonna elaborate about what happened yesterday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11159481-5076524478613636829?l=theageoftheunderstatement.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theageoftheunderstatement.blogspot.com/feeds/5076524478613636829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11159481&amp;postID=5076524478613636829&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11159481/posts/default/5076524478613636829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11159481/posts/default/5076524478613636829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theageoftheunderstatement.blogspot.com/2008/05/okay.html' title=''/><author><name>Nur Aisyah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08942808075063967750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11159481.post-5911626642341734836</id><published>2008-04-30T19:38:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-30T20:19:54.760+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M-_5gqko7wM/SBhaNquWgNI/AAAAAAAAASg/N-yiTOOU7jA/s1600-h/kuehbulu.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195001361025368274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M-_5gqko7wM/SBhaNquWgNI/AAAAAAAAASg/N-yiTOOU7jA/s320/kuehbulu.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shirleen, this is your &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Kueh Bulu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; which you have not redeemed since yesterday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;:O! HAHAHA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Kay I think I'm officially sick physically.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I dont feel well while typing these words out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;What are some of my sickness?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;FLU! SORE THROAT! HEADACHE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;How much more irritating could this get!?&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oh my. I hope this &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;stupid&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;sickness would go away&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;once Friday strikes &lt;em&gt;which&lt;/em&gt; happens to be an exam day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Consist of English and Malay papers. zzz.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oh well. Just like what my aunt told me;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LaDy*HiDA is ill says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;doesn't matter if its not too good....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LaDy*HiDA is ill says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;as long as you dont fail&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;LaDy*HiDA is ill says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;dont pressure yourself&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;She is absolutely true.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;No matter how ill I am,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I must not pressurize myself.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And I have to be confident&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;on what I'm doing. :)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Okay bye&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Btw, click the link below.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You guys gotta check it out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mp3-aja.com/"&gt;mp3-aja.com(:&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11159481-5911626642341734836?l=theageoftheunderstatement.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theageoftheunderstatement.blogspot.com/feeds/5911626642341734836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11159481&amp;postID=5911626642341734836&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11159481/posts/default/5911626642341734836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11159481/posts/default/5911626642341734836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theageoftheunderstatement.blogspot.com/2008/04/shirleen-this-is-your-kueh-bulu-which.html' title=''/><author><name>Nur Aisyah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08942808075063967750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M-_5gqko7wM/SBhaNquWgNI/AAAAAAAAASg/N-yiTOOU7jA/s72-c/kuehbulu.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11159481.post-6453070522207612245</id><published>2008-04-27T20:23:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-27T20:31:18.373+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I received and email from my father and this is what&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the email is all about. I started laughing to myself&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the moment I see these pictures and captions on them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHAHAH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M-_5gqko7wM/SBRxiKuWgMI/AAAAAAAAASY/qHsVMVwCIoc/s1600-h/12.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193901102073282754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M-_5gqko7wM/SBRxiKuWgMI/AAAAAAAAASY/qHsVMVwCIoc/s320/12.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M-_5gqko7wM/SBRxdKuWgLI/AAAAAAAAASQ/c_HCiRD6sY8/s1600-h/11.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193901016173936818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M-_5gqko7wM/SBRxdKuWgLI/AAAAAAAAASQ/c_HCiRD6sY8/s320/11.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M-_5gqko7wM/SBRxT6uWgKI/AAAAAAAAASI/0_10WHpOoe0/s1600-h/10.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193900857260146850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M-_5gqko7wM/SBRxT6uWgKI/AAAAAAAAASI/0_10WHpOoe0/s320/10.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M-_5gqko7wM/SBRxKauWgJI/AAAAAAAAASA/ZtL9OTiq9e0/s1600-h/9.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193900694051389586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M-_5gqko7wM/SBRxKauWgJI/AAAAAAAAASA/ZtL9OTiq9e0/s320/9.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M-_5gqko7wM/SBRxAKuWgII/AAAAAAAAAR4/6Kh2YpQ3EQo/s1600-h/8.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193900517957730434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M-_5gqko7wM/SBRxAKuWgII/AAAAAAAAAR4/6Kh2YpQ3EQo/s320/8.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M-_5gqko7wM/SBRw36uWgHI/AAAAAAAAARw/K7AY0c7EtuU/s1600-h/7.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193900376223809650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M-_5gqko7wM/SBRw36uWgHI/AAAAAAAAARw/K7AY0c7EtuU/s320/7.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M-_5gqko7wM/SBRwvauWgGI/AAAAAAAAARo/hRoF-OFhfzg/s1600-h/6.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193900230194921570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M-_5gqko7wM/SBRwvauWgGI/AAAAAAAAARo/hRoF-OFhfzg/s320/6.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M-_5gqko7wM/SBRwsauWgFI/AAAAAAAAARg/lgOEXNxYHTg/s1600-h/5.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193900178655314002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M-_5gqko7wM/SBRwsauWgFI/AAAAAAAAARg/lgOEXNxYHTg/s320/5.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M-_5gqko7wM/SBRwpauWgEI/AAAAAAAAARY/qf7Ix6pLpjE/s1600-h/4.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193900127115706434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M-_5gqko7wM/SBRwpauWgEI/AAAAAAAAARY/qf7Ix6pLpjE/s320/4.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M-_5gqko7wM/SBRwlquWgDI/AAAAAAAAARQ/D2RmvHn92YQ/s1600-h/3.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193900062691196978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M-_5gqko7wM/SBRwlquWgDI/AAAAAAAAARQ/D2RmvHn92YQ/s320/3.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M-_5gqko7wM/SBRwgauWgCI/AAAAAAAAARI/fHx_9qu7ScQ/s1600-h/2.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193899972496883746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M-_5gqko7wM/SBRwgauWgCI/AAAAAAAAARI/fHx_9qu7ScQ/s320/2.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M-_5gqko7wM/SBRwaauWgBI/AAAAAAAAARA/SyXqwx4gnOE/s1600-h/1.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193899869417668626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M-_5gqko7wM/SBRwaauWgBI/AAAAAAAAARA/SyXqwx4gnOE/s320/1.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11159481-6453070522207612245?l=theageoftheunderstatement.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theageoftheunderstatement.blogspot.com/feeds/6453070522207612245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11159481&amp;postID=6453070522207612245&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11159481/posts/default/6453070522207612245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11159481/posts/default/6453070522207612245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theageoftheunderstatement.blogspot.com/2008/04/i-received-and-email-from-my-father-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Nur Aisyah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08942808075063967750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M-_5gqko7wM/SBRxiKuWgMI/AAAAAAAAASY/qHsVMVwCIoc/s72-c/12.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11159481.post-949091154860742363</id><published>2008-04-26T19:05:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-26T19:09:13.225+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="not funny" src="http://i294.photobucket.com/albums/mm119/hillbilly-james/not_funny.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Joke of the day:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;One day, A girl received a phone call.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She answered and a voice said,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"I am the viper," and she immediately hung up the phone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Later, the phone rang again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She picked up the phone and the same voice said,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"I am the viper," then she hung it again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Moments later, The doorbell rang.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"I am the viper. I'm here to vipe and vash your vindows."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;LOLOLOL.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11159481-949091154860742363?l=theageoftheunderstatement.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theageoftheunderstatement.blogspot.com/feeds/949091154860742363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11159481&amp;postID=949091154860742363&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11159481/posts/default/949091154860742363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11159481/posts/default/949091154860742363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theageoftheunderstatement.blogspot.com/2008/04/joke-of-day-one-day-girl-received-phone.html' title=''/><author><name>Nur Aisyah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08942808075063967750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11159481.post-5449222929642418056</id><published>2008-04-25T19:27:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-25T19:40:00.420+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M-_5gqko7wM/SBHBgquWgAI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/G1A4gGVz1dQ/s1600-h/1+Fia..jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193144612303568898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M-_5gqko7wM/SBHBgquWgAI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/G1A4gGVz1dQ/s320/1+Fia..jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M-_5gqko7wM/SBHBQKuWf_I/AAAAAAAAAQw/vvXP3Fy1RZQ/s1600-h/1+frns+4+life.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193144328835727346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M-_5gqko7wM/SBHBQKuWf_I/AAAAAAAAAQw/vvXP3Fy1RZQ/s320/1+frns+4+life.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M-_5gqko7wM/SBHBMauWf-I/AAAAAAAAAQo/t54k-MtPf8s/s1600-h/1+love+the+scenery.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193144264411217890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M-_5gqko7wM/SBHBMauWf-I/AAAAAAAAAQo/t54k-MtPf8s/s320/1+love+the+scenery.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M-_5gqko7wM/SBHAsauWf9I/AAAAAAAAAQg/OAJrBrbvTYA/s1600-h/A+rose+frm.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193143714655403986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M-_5gqko7wM/SBHAsauWf9I/AAAAAAAAAQg/OAJrBrbvTYA/s320/A+rose+frm.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193143349583183810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M-_5gqko7wM/SBHAXKuWf8I/AAAAAAAAAQY/ZRoGFtwJWE8/s320/AHAHAHA.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M-_5gqko7wM/SBHASquWf7I/AAAAAAAAAQQ/PmX1jg3rmuU/s1600-h/ayh,+smile.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193143272273772466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M-_5gqko7wM/SBHASquWf7I/AAAAAAAAAQQ/PmX1jg3rmuU/s320/ayh,+smile.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;HAHAHA. I simply love the first picture.♥&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Imagination turns to reality.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Okay cool. And some picture to start with.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Actually took after Investiture and&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Mun kene ejek, people called her Hajjah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Well seriously, her outfit dont look anything like it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Kesian mun, and I actually sent her off for her flight to Haji.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;LOLOLOL. Okay this is so random.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Well, just had my 1st English Paper.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The Free writing part, I WROTE CRAP!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Omg, i don't know whether I could pass or not.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Letter writing was okay as we did something&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;similar the day before the exam.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Woweeeee. Okay cool.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;More exams coming right up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Better study hard and do revision. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11159481-5449222929642418056?l=theageoftheunderstatement.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theageoftheunderstatement.blogspot.com/feeds/5449222929642418056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11159481&amp;postID=5449222929642418056&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11159481/posts/default/5449222929642418056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11159481/posts/default/5449222929642418056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theageoftheunderstatement.blogspot.com/2008/04/hahaha.html' title=''/><author><name>Nur Aisyah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08942808075063967750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M-_5gqko7wM/SBHBgquWgAI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/G1A4gGVz1dQ/s72-c/1+Fia..jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11159481.post-3000808957365475217</id><published>2008-04-23T18:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-23T19:29:20.350+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oh hey,&lt;br /&gt;yesterday didn't have time to post cause we were back home late.&lt;br /&gt;Here goes what had actually happened to me previously- :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Tuesday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, Right after school, I had to dash out of the school and wait for the bus.&lt;br /&gt;The bus was uber full. And I can't believe that Colin actually get to squeeze in.&lt;br /&gt;So, not to waste time, I went to the 69 bus stop and guess what?&lt;br /&gt;On the way there, another 291 bus drove off. zzz. Goddamit.&lt;br /&gt;I had dental appointment at 3pm and it was already 2.26pm.&lt;br /&gt;So yes, it was a bad experience actually.&lt;br /&gt;National Dental Centre is in Outram.&lt;br /&gt;I don't think I could reach there on time and yes, I am right.&lt;br /&gt;I was 8 minutes late. Once I missed the 3pm appointment,&lt;br /&gt;I had to wait for quite a long time for my turn. T_T&lt;br /&gt;So hmm. No one accompanied me there. I had to go alone.&lt;br /&gt;It was a very boring and restless MRT ride from Tampines To Outram Park.&lt;br /&gt;geez. I wonder who would survive in a train from Pasir Ris to Jurong West. lol.&lt;br /&gt;At the dental clinic, I chose purple rubber rings. :D&lt;br /&gt;Dang, I actually hated the part when after putting on new colours,&lt;br /&gt;the wires will start to leave cuts in my mouth. :l&lt;br /&gt;And now I am suffering in pain. It's painful, really.&lt;br /&gt;Then, went to pay for the materials used.&lt;br /&gt;My father gave me forty bucks in case if it's expensive.&lt;br /&gt;"Okay, that will be one dollar fifty cents please," said the cashier.&lt;br /&gt;I gave her the "huh" look. LOL. Seriously.&lt;br /&gt;I never expected it to be so cheap. ~.~ haahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;My mum called me up and told me to come to KK hospital as my brother was hospitalised.&lt;br /&gt;So, I took the train from Outram to Dhoby Ghaut. And dhoby ghaut to Novena.&lt;br /&gt;Took the free shuttle bus to KK hospital and bought McD cause I was really hungry.&lt;br /&gt;Then went up to bedroom number 7511 and met them there.&lt;br /&gt;My relatives came down at night, then we went off together home. :B&lt;br /&gt;Reached home at about 10.45pm+ hehs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wednesday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, we had our student council investiture.&lt;br /&gt;FINALLY IT'S DONE WITH! YAY! HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, it was embarrassing you know.&lt;br /&gt;We actually had to change into our costumes in a store room,&lt;br /&gt;beside the toilet at the backstage.&lt;br /&gt;And I thought I had lost my socks. hah, great.&lt;br /&gt;We had to wear dress for the girls and long sleeves shirt for the boys.&lt;br /&gt;Aloysius being cheeky told amir that he look like a taxi driver.&lt;br /&gt;Kai wen or boo, im not sure gave him chance and said he look like a mercedes taxi driver.&lt;br /&gt;Then von being herself, said that he look like a funeral bus driver.&lt;br /&gt;Okay, wth, this is so random. lollll.&lt;br /&gt;We had to catwalk with our partners lah sehhhh.&lt;br /&gt;And I have to say this that, the sec 1s, 2s and 3s were seated everywhere.&lt;br /&gt;I have no idea where the classes are, really.&lt;br /&gt;Our partners gave us a rose or sweet before the end of performance. geez.&lt;br /&gt;I was damn nervous you know. And I think I look messy just now. haha.&lt;br /&gt;K right after the investiture, there was buffet.&lt;br /&gt;The pizza was nice but it's even more delicious if it's HOT. :D&lt;br /&gt;After eating, we took our department photos. hehe. giler.&lt;br /&gt;Then, there was some performance by the sec 4 councilors.&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I have to admit that Julianah sang very well. :)&lt;br /&gt;After that, we got changed into our school uniform and got out of school.&lt;br /&gt;The outfit we wore were omg so hot. And they said that my outfit, can see through. D:&lt;br /&gt;We went to TM and met Insyirah and Khairiyah (apologies, I don't really know how to spell your name. hees,)&lt;br /&gt;at Long John Silver. Then we took photos with Mun's rose, (which was actually mine, I gave it to her)&lt;br /&gt;They got a little too obsessed over that rose.&lt;br /&gt;I do have the photos now with my but I'm afraid that I couldn't upload them now.&lt;br /&gt;So, I'll post them the moment I'm free.&lt;br /&gt;Since Mid Year is around the corner, I had yet to do revision starting from now. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11159481-3000808957365475217?l=theageoftheunderstatement.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theageoftheunderstatement.blogspot.com/feeds/3000808957365475217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11159481&amp;postID=3000808957365475217&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11159481/posts/default/3000808957365475217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11159481/posts/default/3000808957365475217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theageoftheunderstatement.blogspot.com/2008/04/oh-hey-yesterday-didnt-have-time-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Nur Aisyah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08942808075063967750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11159481.post-3977969395538527561</id><published>2008-04-21T20:31:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-21T20:42:05.727+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="WIDTH: 276px; HEIGHT: 334px" height="909" alt="The Selengers" src="http://i203.photobucket.com/albums/aa74/eyeshahh/AHAHAGILA.jpg" width="361" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what you call, SAWAN. :)&lt;br /&gt;Okay, this pic is random.&lt;br /&gt;Just to make this post more attractive, :X&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, WHAT A DAY!&lt;br /&gt;On the way back from school,&lt;br /&gt;Von, Mun, Zaf and me was at the back seat of the bus.&lt;br /&gt;There were some peeps from Temasek Poly I guess,&lt;br /&gt;They actually say out the cheers loudly.&lt;br /&gt;And there we were laughing our heads off.&lt;br /&gt;Just like what Von said,&lt;br /&gt;"This is the most fun bus ride ever."&lt;br /&gt;Hahahaha. Well yeah, they entertained us along the way,&lt;br /&gt;:S? haha. Zaf was erm, she couldn't control herself. geez.&lt;br /&gt;Mun didnt attend school though.&lt;br /&gt;She should have stayed at home.&lt;br /&gt;I would just report her as sick. ~.~&lt;br /&gt;Slenger ah mun. dasar budak slenge. hah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MY BODY ACHES!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11159481-3977969395538527561?l=theageoftheunderstatement.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theageoftheunderstatement.blogspot.com/feeds/3977969395538527561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11159481&amp;postID=3977969395538527561&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11159481/posts/default/3977969395538527561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11159481/posts/default/3977969395538527561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theageoftheunderstatement.blogspot.com/2008/04/this-is-what-you-call-sawan.html' title=''/><author><name>Nur Aisyah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08942808075063967750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11159481.post-8592855511469837836</id><published>2008-04-19T19:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-19T19:21:10.478+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>WOIK WHAT THE HELL!&lt;br /&gt;I was bloghopping and guess what?&lt;br /&gt;I landed on this page:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://married180408.wordpress.com/"&gt;http://married180408.wordpress.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:O&lt;br /&gt;YES. Mr Jae just got married yesterday. wow.&lt;br /&gt;And I can't believe that only three months&lt;br /&gt;after knowing each other,&lt;br /&gt;They got married. hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;So the drama. :X&lt;br /&gt;All I could say is congratulations and fullfill your future endeavours.&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;K bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;PS: Just got my new specs. And I know it's nice cause I got taste in colours. :P&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11159481-8592855511469837836?l=theageoftheunderstatement.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theageoftheunderstatement.blogspot.com/feeds/8592855511469837836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11159481&amp;postID=8592855511469837836&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11159481/posts/default/8592855511469837836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11159481/posts/default/8592855511469837836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theageoftheunderstatement.blogspot.com/2008/04/woik-what-hell-i-was-bloghopping-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Nur Aisyah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08942808075063967750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11159481.post-6533271082273816139</id><published>2008-04-19T12:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-19T12:26:47.477+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oh yes hello.&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was Promotion Test.&lt;br /&gt;And i don't think we did very well.&lt;br /&gt;We did quite a number of mistakes.&lt;br /&gt;During WOC, I forgot the second command (pandang ke hadapan, pandang)&lt;br /&gt;And yeah, sorry guys. That's what made you guys waited so long.&lt;br /&gt;I actually had to ask razlinda what's the command. lol.&lt;br /&gt;Dang. I seriously forgot. lol.&lt;br /&gt;We kept changing timer.&lt;br /&gt;When it's my turn, I think I did quite a long time&lt;br /&gt;compared to others, (except Aloysius of course).&lt;br /&gt;Hmm. I just don't wanna fail the test.&lt;br /&gt;I really practised for it. D:&lt;br /&gt;Okay then, bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11159481-6533271082273816139?l=theageoftheunderstatement.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theageoftheunderstatement.blogspot.com/feeds/6533271082273816139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11159481&amp;postID=6533271082273816139&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11159481/posts/default/6533271082273816139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11159481/posts/default/6533271082273816139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theageoftheunderstatement.blogspot.com/2008/04/oh-yes-hello.html' title=''/><author><name>Nur Aisyah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08942808075063967750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11159481.post-2709407795168863578</id><published>2008-04-16T19:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-16T20:08:14.895+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oh yes. I just turned fourteen yesterday. hohoho.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I thought what la they would give me for my present.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When I opened it up, I laughed myself. lol.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So yes. Yesterday, there was NPCC trial for promotion test.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I actually attended it. I wasn't suppose to do so cause I am on MC.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Right after CCA when we had already taken our belongings from NP Room,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Something really unexpected happened.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;While going down the stairs to the 1st floor,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Guess what happened?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;MY SQUADMATES SANG THE HAPPY BIRTHDAY SONG OUT LOUD! :l&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Haha. Okay, thanks anyway, that was really unexpected from me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I really got embarrassed right on the spot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hahahahhahahaa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;After that, it started to rain heavily. I guess their singing was bad. :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;LOL. Don't be so offended guys if you're reading this. xD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm just kidding by the way, you know me. haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So, we sat down at the canteen to wait for the rain to stop.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;While waiting, I sneek peek into my present.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And yes. I started laughing out loud to myself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;They got curious and asked what they gave me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;They unwrapped the whole present and burst into laughter.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Kwang kwang kwang! It was SO random you know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Anyway, Thanks for the present Von, Mun and Fatin. Haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I really appreciate it. Power lah. :B&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;They bought me a tupperware filled with;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;An apple, an orange, a pear, a MARS bar and a Lol-lipop. xD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I guess whoever which is reading this post right now might be laughing right now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Am I right? hehehe. Yeah lah. They're my friends. What do you expect?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tskkkkk! If only I have taken a picture of it. Unfortunately,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The apple was eaten by Zulhusni. hahahahaha. Nevermind lah. lol.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Okay that's all. bye&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11159481-2709407795168863578?l=theageoftheunderstatement.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theageoftheunderstatement.blogspot.com/feeds/2709407795168863578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11159481&amp;postID=2709407795168863578&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11159481/posts/default/2709407795168863578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11159481/posts/default/2709407795168863578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theageoftheunderstatement.blogspot.com/2008/04/oh-yes.html' title=''/><author><name>Nur Aisyah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08942808075063967750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11159481.post-9159630440773968618</id><published>2008-04-13T17:17:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-13T17:23:10.032+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.rockband.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img height="207" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i203.photobucket.com/albums/aa74/eyeshahh/rockband.jpg" width="281" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, To von, if you wanna know more about RockBand, Simply click the above picture. (: AND OH BY THE WAY! I DIDNT KNOW THERE'S PARAMORE'S SONG IN THE GAME SIA! Von, you'd better check it out and to Mun, if you're reading this, do check it out cause some of the songs, you might be familiar with it. If you ask me whether I could buy the songs, dont ask me. I have no idea how to install it. HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay that's all. And aw. Tomorrow's school. Okay, meet you guys tomorrow. And guys, please try your best to stay healthy, lolol. okay bye. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11159481-9159630440773968618?l=theageoftheunderstatement.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theageoftheunderstatement.blogspot.com/feeds/9159630440773968618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11159481&amp;postID=9159630440773968618&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11159481/posts/default/9159630440773968618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11159481/posts/default/9159630440773968618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theageoftheunderstatement.blogspot.com/2008/04/hey-to-von-if-you-wanna-know-more-about.html' title=''/><author><name>Nur Aisyah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08942808075063967750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11159481.post-7015545772571463456</id><published>2008-04-11T13:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-11T13:23:47.478+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img alt="spongebob flashy" src="http://i210.photobucket.com/albums/bb289/brookelovesuXD/8g72vlh1.gif" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;Okay, I found this picture in Photobucket. HAHAHA.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;Cute sia. The way he crashes the submarine,&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;people inside got drowned in.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;I wonder who created this animation.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;It's so hilarious lah omg. hahahahaha.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;Looks like I'm left with nothing to do at home.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;My homework only reaches here tomorrowas von&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;would likely to send the assignment right after the rehearsal.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;Oh well. No what should I do?&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;Surf the internet and look for more pictures &amp;amp; animations?&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;hahahahaha. I dont know... hmm...&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;Okay, I'l get going and do something&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;to fill my free time of boredomness. zzz.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;*Clicks publish post and get out of here*&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11159481-7015545772571463456?l=theageoftheunderstatement.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theageoftheunderstatement.blogspot.com/feeds/7015545772571463456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11159481&amp;postID=7015545772571463456&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11159481/posts/default/7015545772571463456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11159481/posts/default/7015545772571463456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theageoftheunderstatement.blogspot.com/2008/04/okay-i-found-this-picture-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Nur Aisyah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08942808075063967750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
