<?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-38441683</id><updated>2011-06-07T23:32:59.946-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sadness is easier because its surrender.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pettypot-.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38441683/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pettypot-.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>shar-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03989079680523223767</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>32</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38441683.post-6115069950129019599</id><published>2007-04-20T04:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-20T04:28:44.127-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rotten.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FqwL8Qks1h0/Riijwh5-w8I/AAAAAAAAAK8/D_OkR6Vc2Bw/s1600-h/583338949l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055470635853988802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FqwL8Qks1h0/Riijwh5-w8I/AAAAAAAAAK8/D_OkR6Vc2Bw/s400/583338949l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i'm gna let blogger rot for the time being until i feel like blogging. for now, lj please. and omg, did i mention that the exams are like coming! so all the best to everyone reading this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;much love.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055468312276681570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FqwL8Qks1h0/RiihpR5-w2I/AAAAAAAAAKM/Kodelw_8VyA/s400/P1080654.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38441683-6115069950129019599?l=pettypot-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pettypot-.blogspot.com/feeds/6115069950129019599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38441683&amp;postID=6115069950129019599' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38441683/posts/default/6115069950129019599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38441683/posts/default/6115069950129019599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pettypot-.blogspot.com/2007/04/rotten.html' title='Rotten.'/><author><name>shar-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03989079680523223767</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/_FqwL8Qks1h0/Riijwh5-w8I/AAAAAAAAAK8/D_OkR6Vc2Bw/s72-c/583338949l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38441683.post-592604834315223114</id><published>2007-04-18T07:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-18T08:02:23.612-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What do you really think of your friends?</title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" align="center" border="1"  style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#eaccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14;color:black;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What You Really Think Of Your Friends&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#eed6eb"&gt;Alyssa is your soulmate.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#f2e0d6"&gt;You truly love Elizabeth C..&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#f7ebc2"&gt;You consider Calesta your true friend.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#fbf5ad"&gt;You know that Michelle C. is always thinking of you.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffff99"&gt;You'll remember Tessa for the rest of your life.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#fff199"&gt;You secretly think Jacinta is creative, charming, and a bit too dramatic at times.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffe29a"&gt;You secretly think that Natasha N. is colorful, impulsive, and a total risk taker.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffd49a"&gt;You secretly think that Calesta is loyal and trustworthy to you. And that Calesta changes lovers faster than underwear.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffc59a"&gt;You secretly think Jia Ning is shy and nonconfrontational. And that Jia Ning has a hidden internet romance.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatdoyoureallythinkofyourfriendsquiz/"&gt;&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/38441683-592604834315223114?l=pettypot-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pettypot-.blogspot.com/feeds/592604834315223114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38441683&amp;postID=592604834315223114' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38441683/posts/default/592604834315223114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38441683/posts/default/592604834315223114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pettypot-.blogspot.com/2007/04/what-do-you-really-think-of-your.html' title='What do you really think of your friends?'/><author><name>shar-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03989079680523223767</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-38441683.post-4055217512638320509</id><published>2007-04-15T05:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-15T05:57:51.083-07:00</updated><title type='text'>April resolution.</title><content type='html'>As usual, i need to save money ): i need to start studying like ZOMFG! and nevertheless, the usual, lose weight! well, lets see. for mids i have to TRY to get a least an A1!!!! but i doubt though. haha. pout. so long i dont feel i should be quite proud of myself. honestly speaking, i'm not prepared at all. for anything. che. i know, slacking. I can just rattle on about anything under the sun right now. Just so I can escape studying. Yuck. Sometimes I like it, sometimes I hate it. Most of the time, it's the latter. Who exactly likes studying?! I'd pay that freak a million bucks, cash! Well, I would, if I could. I fear the exams, though not as much as insects and gore. Eee! My life needs revamping. I swear, after the examinations, not enjoying myself would be a downright crime. It's unbearable. Where's all the action and excitement gone to? For now though, mugging is my sole priority. Sucks big time, but yes, totally unavoidable. It's smack right in my face morning, noon and night. Literally. Someone, just save me. I'm just not cut out to be smart, like everyone else. Boo. Whats new. ): ): ):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38441683-4055217512638320509?l=pettypot-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pettypot-.blogspot.com/feeds/4055217512638320509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38441683&amp;postID=4055217512638320509' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38441683/posts/default/4055217512638320509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38441683/posts/default/4055217512638320509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pettypot-.blogspot.com/2007/04/april-resolution.html' title='April resolution.'/><author><name>shar-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03989079680523223767</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-38441683.post-300999138292163806</id><published>2007-04-13T04:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-15T05:33:19.176-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Go get a fucking life dude.</title><content type='html'>i havent blogged in like 92785732 years man.&lt;br /&gt;AND HONESTLY, YOLANDA TAN SHOULD REALLY GET A LIFE. EVEN IF SHE WONT SEE THIS, I THINK SHE SHOULD KNOW MAN. DUDE, YOU'VE BEEN SUCH A BITCH YET SUCH ENTERTAINMENT TO THE CLASS! HAVENT YOU NOTICED? CLASSES HAS BEEN GREAT WITH YOU SHUTTING YOUR BIG FAT MOUTH UP. AND I SERIOUSLY HOPE YOU'D JUST CURL UP AND DIE THEN MAYBE THE WORLD WOULD BE A BETTER PLACE. SUCKERRRRRR!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38441683-300999138292163806?l=pettypot-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pettypot-.blogspot.com/feeds/300999138292163806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38441683&amp;postID=300999138292163806' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38441683/posts/default/300999138292163806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38441683/posts/default/300999138292163806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pettypot-.blogspot.com/2007/04/yolanda-get-fucking-life.html' title='Go get a fucking life dude.'/><author><name>shar-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03989079680523223767</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-38441683.post-1584940447502977391</id><published>2007-04-02T08:08:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-15T05:44:37.301-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Suckers.</title><content type='html'>FUCK YOU E AND YOU D!&lt;br /&gt;SUCK FEST.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38441683-1584940447502977391?l=pettypot-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pettypot-.blogspot.com/feeds/1584940447502977391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38441683&amp;postID=1584940447502977391' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38441683/posts/default/1584940447502977391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38441683/posts/default/1584940447502977391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pettypot-.blogspot.com/2007/04/fuck-you-elizabeth-cheong-and-debrah.html' title='Suckers.'/><author><name>shar-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03989079680523223767</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-38441683.post-1078434220168749704</id><published>2007-03-28T08:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-15T05:45:29.146-07:00</updated><title type='text'>LJ</title><content type='html'>i think i suck and i'm feeling so fucked up. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pettypot.livejournal.com&lt;br /&gt;its cause we couldnt think of other names.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38441683-1078434220168749704?l=pettypot-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pettypot-.blogspot.com/feeds/1078434220168749704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38441683&amp;postID=1078434220168749704' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38441683/posts/default/1078434220168749704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38441683/posts/default/1078434220168749704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pettypot-.blogspot.com/2007/03/im-super-lazy-to-blog-here.html' title='LJ'/><author><name>shar-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03989079680523223767</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-38441683.post-994131560662797931</id><published>2007-03-23T08:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-15T05:34:07.441-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lose. Interest. Netball.</title><content type='html'>sigh. sick. sucks. stupid!&lt;br /&gt;i'm somehow losing that bit of interest in netball. or perhaps is just for the time being. shrug. i dont know whats wrong with me. but for the first time in my whole entire life i actually didnt turn up for training. and i didnt feel anything. last time, its like even if i'm sick i'll at least be there. or at least, i'll feel bad about not turning up. but now? no, zilch zero zip. AHHHH! SOMEONE PLEASE REALLY KILL ME NOW. my world's just crumbling down. damn it! well, i havent talked to liz for 5days and it feels like 324537974 years. ): theres still undone projects. and guess what, me cal and jn have already planned what to do for june hols when fucking myes havent even arrive. i think i'm becoming super rebellious. and everythings just simply too wrong with me. i dont know, is it me that have changed or the people around? shrug. if only i had someone i really can talk to. but i really thank god for cal and sha to be around when i needed them. not forgetting ciwei, van and ya gen! PS. -gen! i'm not a gangster. even though you wouldnt read this. but yea, I DONT LOOK LIKE MIKO!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38441683-994131560662797931?l=pettypot-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pettypot-.blogspot.com/feeds/994131560662797931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38441683&amp;postID=994131560662797931' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38441683/posts/default/994131560662797931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38441683/posts/default/994131560662797931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pettypot-.blogspot.com/2007/03/netball.html' title='Lose. Interest. Netball.'/><author><name>shar-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03989079680523223767</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-38441683.post-7589118530993599986</id><published>2007-03-21T06:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-15T05:35:02.488-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So not my day ):</title><content type='html'>todays so not my day, not my day, not my dayyyyyyy! omg! its such a fucked up day. everyone please bury yourself and we shall all die together. i feel like killing everyone who exist in this whole fucking world. i'm so fucking pissed off i dont even know what i'm suppose to do! damn you people. the moment i stepped into school i get fucked up people shouting at me, and i almost fell, EMBARRASSING PLEASEEEE. then standard test was fucking difficult, i'm just gonna flunk it. next, calesta lee xin xin(jie) and natasha ning xiu xiu(hui) never come school lorrrr. and some people for no fucking reason they angry with me. whats your fucking problem! i got cramps in the middle of lesson. we play with RGS and i PLAYED LIKE SHIAT! we lost, i was so fucking fucked with myself! people just dont understand then what they want me to do! just kill me please! its so fucking annoying and i'm sick lor! wahlao eh. and lastly, elizabeth cheong is such a bitch. she has never been such a bitch before! if you want me to hate you, say so la huh. by doing all these, you're just leaving me with no choice. i cant even bring myself to scold you. you know how much i wanna KILL YOU. fucker.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38441683-7589118530993599986?l=pettypot-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pettypot-.blogspot.com/feeds/7589118530993599986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38441683&amp;postID=7589118530993599986' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38441683/posts/default/7589118530993599986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38441683/posts/default/7589118530993599986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pettypot-.blogspot.com/2007/03/so-not-my-day.html' title='So not my day ):'/><author><name>shar-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03989079680523223767</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-38441683.post-382411973381188480</id><published>2007-03-21T06:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-22T15:18:46.732-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Its not over yet.</title><content type='html'>p.s : &lt;s&gt;i'm still not over you.&lt;/s&gt; because, i missed you.&lt;br /&gt;/forgive me but im gonna be emo. you know how you cry so hard and you have no fucking clue what you're crying about? typing and backspacing over and over again, when in the end you dont know how to put your emotions into words? well, maybe not entirely clueless. times im just so fed up with some things, telling the same damn old lie, "im perfectly fine; im happy" "i will get over her", it sounds so easy to say. but when at the end of the day, i cant. i hate to see us drifting apart day by day, i dont know what to say, cause times we dont even talk to each other at all. i'm in the state where i dont even know whether what im doing right now is right, or wrong. what i want, and what i dont want.it stays there, my indecisive thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;i sound so cheesy,&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; this is just some other useless entry,&lt;br /&gt;i need a while to figure out this shit in my brain out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38441683-382411973381188480?l=pettypot-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pettypot-.blogspot.com/feeds/382411973381188480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38441683&amp;postID=382411973381188480' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38441683/posts/default/382411973381188480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38441683/posts/default/382411973381188480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pettypot-.blogspot.com/2007/03/down-down-down.html' title='Its not over yet.'/><author><name>shar-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03989079680523223767</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-38441683.post-3750809303357914205</id><published>2007-03-15T02:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-15T05:34:34.825-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Training = Killerzzz.</title><content type='html'>training = killer. oh wellzzz. school on monday and tuesday was just the most boring shit ever. even the teachers wont even in the mood to teach. EXCEPT MS YEO. shes such a #$%&amp;amp;^* teacher. she picks on calesta and she scolds non stop. shes nice outside of class though, but still... she sucks. i think or we all think ms ros rocks! shes like the best teacher anyone can ever get please. haha. out of the 3 periods of amath, she gave us 1 period free and we sort of like bonded with her. haha. and guess what? she stays near me and she offered to give me a ride to school everyday. cool or what. because she cabs to school lahhhh. so yea. heh. trainings have been fun but tiring. only the beginning is fun because we get to play games but coming to the end where we have to do court work and stuff, it just kills! trainings on monday were all right la huh, then tuesday GM came over and today, we went over. the nationals are coming but somehow i'm not looking forward to it. one reason is because the first game would be RGS and after the nationals, the sec 4s would leave. i really hope we can achieve our goal then at least we wont disappoint them and ms huang. our second game is North Vista and third would be MGS. lets hope we clear it lah! :D i'm not even really in the holiday mood. there are like 21384298721 projects, and after this i have tuition. pffffffffft! just bury me alive please. tsk. and tmr, we'll be doing project at JN's hse! woohoo, and ballet at night. coolness. haha!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38441683-3750809303357914205?l=pettypot-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pettypot-.blogspot.com/feeds/3750809303357914205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38441683&amp;postID=3750809303357914205' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38441683/posts/default/3750809303357914205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38441683/posts/default/3750809303357914205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pettypot-.blogspot.com/2007/03/trainings.html' title='Training = Killerzzz.'/><author><name>shar-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03989079680523223767</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-38441683.post-6392348625380633070</id><published>2007-03-09T05:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-09T05:35:39.187-08:00</updated><title type='text'>U17 selections.</title><content type='html'>School has been such an ass. So has Mrs Joseph! Urghhhh. why on earth must she come back! like go to hell luh, we dont need you. and mrs adrain isnt back until godknowswhen. and rapiah is a killer! mrs loke finally came back but guess what, she lost our history books and she claims its not her fault. wtf right? then ms yeo! she come to school but she never come and teach us. haiyah, like that how can my class do well. like ...uhh. as usual, ever since school has started, the homework never ends. and guess what! next week's the march holidays BUT we have the normal timetable for the first two bloody days! its effing annoying lahhhhh. urgh.&lt;br /&gt;the damn selection is tmr and amanda is not going ): pout. how eh. tsk! the other 3 are taking twins car which also means i'm going on my own! dang. and i'm so afraid i cannot wake up lah! the past few days, i keep waking up late and i was almost late for school today! pfffft. i'm starting to dread school. stupid stupid stupid stupid stupid! i hate to wake up early and i hate all the tests and exams and blah blah blah! bloody hell.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38441683-6392348625380633070?l=pettypot-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pettypot-.blogspot.com/feeds/6392348625380633070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38441683&amp;postID=6392348625380633070' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38441683/posts/default/6392348625380633070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38441683/posts/default/6392348625380633070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pettypot-.blogspot.com/2007/03/u17-selections.html' title='U17 selections.'/><author><name>shar-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03989079680523223767</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-38441683.post-3807891227583847101</id><published>2007-03-04T02:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-28T07:42:08.656-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Top 4!</title><content type='html'>I must say, i'm not very happy with just top4 but nevertheless i love SACnetball(: the GM match was a close fight. but i thought it was a much better game compared to the tk match. i could see that everyone put in their best. debs, dont be upset with yourself. we're a team so if its your fault, its ours as well. so stop blaming yourself. i had my own unforced errors as well. :D pffft. i cant wait for nationals, i believe we can do it. and i really hope we'll be able to ahcieve our goal once again.&lt;br /&gt;OMG! people, please watch hana kimi. its damn nice please. like woah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;just not today i wanna see you, but follow through cause i love you. burning in the dawn, wishing you'll never say goodbye to me, all that i see in you is all that i love. you're strong enough to break this love. no more blood or tears must you shed cause i'll shed for you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38441683-3807891227583847101?l=pettypot-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pettypot-.blogspot.com/feeds/3807891227583847101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38441683&amp;postID=3807891227583847101' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38441683/posts/default/3807891227583847101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38441683/posts/default/3807891227583847101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pettypot-.blogspot.com/2007/03/top-4.html' title='Top 4!'/><author><name>shar-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03989079680523223767</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-38441683.post-6186119638149955516</id><published>2007-02-28T01:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-28T03:41:39.513-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fuck Tkgs!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I can write a thousand word essay on how fustrating it was to lose to TKGS yesterday! I really hope im just saying this purely out of anger. Or maybe, at myself. But it's over anyway. I can cry non stop but its not gonna be of any help. its over and life still goes on. tomorrow's a half day and guess what?! we're having a match. at kallang against GMS. i'm just uber upset about how we actually caught up with the score after them leading us by 3 for the first 2 quarts and then lose it all at the 4th quater. we were actually leading with 5 goals. its 5 freaking goals, and if we were able to hold them for that last 10 mins, it was just 10MINS! we didnt even had to play that stressful best of three and then just lose it like that. ): we didnt reach our target. but its the not the end yet. i know that, we'll be able to pull ourselves up and then strive for our next goal in nationals. sigh. todays such a boring day. its like 530 and i'm home. heh. calesta's proud of me, i know. haha! i swear lopezzzz is funneh, and raju is just boring shiat and everyone agrees! oh and guess what, i'm gonna fail my amath std test lahhh): somebody kill me please. i dont know what i'm suppose to do! omg. can just kill myself luh. i'm so scared to get back my progress card next monday. argh. lets hope i failed less than 3. but i seriously doubt. yesterday, after the match, went over to ciwei's for dinner with van and gen. they never fail to make me laugh like crazy. c'mon ally, its okay we can pull ourselves up. love you babe, its gonna be all right! :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY SHAKEELA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38441683-6186119638149955516?l=pettypot-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pettypot-.blogspot.com/feeds/6186119638149955516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38441683&amp;postID=6186119638149955516' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38441683/posts/default/6186119638149955516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38441683/posts/default/6186119638149955516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pettypot-.blogspot.com/2007/02/happy-birthday-shakeela.html' title='Fuck Tkgs!'/><author><name>shar-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03989079680523223767</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-38441683.post-5282770864274519026</id><published>2007-02-23T04:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-23T06:37:12.868-08:00</updated><title type='text'>School. Tests. Teachers. Sucks.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;TGIF! thank God its friday! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow, i havent blogged in ages. Anyway guess what?! Jia Ning and I has made a pact. next term, if we fail more than 1 test in our report card, we'll have to treat the other one luh. its called motivation i guess. haha. oh well. school has been really suckish. and so has life. its like, my phone got confiscated for no fuck reason. annoying aint it? but heck. nevermind, i can still survive (i think) but whatever. then my tests. i've been doing all right, but i know i can do better. and actually if i didnt fail my BLOODY CHINESE i wouldnt feel so bad. but ah, damn it. ask mdm xie go and die. sigh. i've been missing lessons, lessons and more lessons. how great? i really need to start studying, i want to do well this year. oh did i mention? SACNETBALL MADE IT TO TOP 4. exciting or what? its total coolness man. our next game would be coming tuesday, at 4 pm at knc (kallang netball centre) please feel free to come down and support us. (: and dang, i'm sick. seriously, i've never been this sick before. but oh well, i still went down for training anyway. but yea, could almost die. i couldnt even focus for god's sake! can just dieeee. and theres like what? tuition and ballet tmr? AND I SWEAR SEC3 LIFE IS JUST ... the amt of homework can just drown the students. its like every night you see people online and when you ask them what they are doing, they'd be rushing homework. honestly, what is the world coming to man. nowadays, i dont even know what i'm blogging. i only know its always about the same old stuff. like piles of homework and how suckish school is. life is boring. can it get any better? goodness. the week had been hectic. and i forgot to say, cny was a blast. heh. but i'm too lazy to type any further. i just know that my bed's calling for me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38441683-5282770864274519026?l=pettypot-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pettypot-.blogspot.com/feeds/5282770864274519026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38441683&amp;postID=5282770864274519026' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38441683/posts/default/5282770864274519026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38441683/posts/default/5282770864274519026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pettypot-.blogspot.com/2007/02/school-tests-teachers-sucks.html' title='School. Tests. Teachers. Sucks.'/><author><name>shar-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03989079680523223767</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-38441683.post-1942806283851235917</id><published>2007-02-21T06:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-04-15T05:36:24.747-07:00</updated><title type='text'>From the bottom of my heart.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FqwL8Qks1h0/RdxX3ADq7KI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/nx9-ruVQCwg/s1600-h/ahh_love_cold_love.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5033995085913189538" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FqwL8Qks1h0/RdxX3ADq7KI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/nx9-ruVQCwg/s200/ahh_love_cold_love.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;when i run away from you, i want you to follow me&lt;br /&gt;when i pout my lips, kiss me&lt;br /&gt;and when i kick, hug me tight&lt;br /&gt;when i call you crazy, it means, im crazy about you&lt;br /&gt;and when im silent, im thinking of how to say i love you&lt;br /&gt;when i start ignoring you, im screaming for your attention&lt;br /&gt;whn i pull away frm you, please grab me by th waist nd tell me you'll never let me go&lt;br /&gt;and when you see me at my worst, tell me im beautiful&lt;br /&gt;sometimes, when i scream at you, tell me you love me&lt;br /&gt;and everytime you see me walking, sneak up behind me and hug me&lt;br /&gt;if i dont call you, im waiting by the phone for your call&lt;br /&gt;i actually care when i say "i dont care"&lt;br /&gt;when im scared, hold me by the waist&lt;br /&gt;when i look like something's bothering me, kiss me and tell me everything will be alright&lt;br /&gt;and baby, when i hold your hands, play with my fingers and kiss me&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/38441683-1942806283851235917?l=pettypot-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pettypot-.blogspot.com/feeds/1942806283851235917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38441683&amp;postID=1942806283851235917' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38441683/posts/default/1942806283851235917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38441683/posts/default/1942806283851235917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pettypot-.blogspot.com/2007/02/elizabeth-sucks.html' title='From the bottom of my heart.'/><author><name>shar-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03989079680523223767</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/_FqwL8Qks1h0/RdxX3ADq7KI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/nx9-ruVQCwg/s72-c/ahh_love_cold_love.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38441683.post-4673141008013029581</id><published>2007-02-18T05:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-28T01:19:36.650-08:00</updated><title type='text'>SOS.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FqwL8Qks1h0/RdhSrqcp7CI/AAAAAAAAAJo/k0R54FV3-d0/s1600-h/CAL&amp;SHA.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5032863493668858914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FqwL8Qks1h0/RdhSrqcp7CI/AAAAAAAAAJo/k0R54FV3-d0/s400/CAL%26SHA.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its feels so terrible. Someone please answer me, why is everything falling apart? Lets all hope tomorrow would be a better day please. God, please save me from this endless torture. Its killing me. You know how much you mean to me, if not i wont bother messaging and making a dumb public apology just for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I'M SORRY CALESTA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; i dont know what i'm suppose to do so that you'd forgive me. I know whatever i do is not gonna help lah. or if theres anything, you tell me. and if i can, i'd gladly do so. Its an atrocious cycle that will never cease to stop. Guess what its called? Life. why is it that this always happens. damn it, i'm tired of it. I wish the world would be less complicated for me to fit into. because no matter what i do it just seems so wrong. lastly, i hope everything would be fine between us.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38441683-4673141008013029581?l=pettypot-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pettypot-.blogspot.com/feeds/4673141008013029581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38441683&amp;postID=4673141008013029581' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38441683/posts/default/4673141008013029581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38441683/posts/default/4673141008013029581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pettypot-.blogspot.com/2007/02/sos.html' title='SOS.'/><author><name>shar-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03989079680523223767</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/_FqwL8Qks1h0/RdhSrqcp7CI/AAAAAAAAAJo/k0R54FV3-d0/s72-c/CAL%26SHA.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38441683.post-117163347657846995</id><published>2007-02-16T05:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-16T05:44:36.586-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bite the dust.</title><content type='html'>Woah, i havent blogged for more than a week. Firstly,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;HAPPY BELATED BIRTHDAY RATNAM!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry i werent able to post it on the day itself. but i hope you had a wonderful and most fabulous birthday ever. hope you like the present too babe! love (:&lt;br /&gt;School has been a killer and i'm almost half dead. its like consecutive tests and the tests just doesnt seem to stop. once one test is over you hear another one coming up. and homework, its just like a never ending trail. you do and do and do and you still have so much homework. what is the world coming to man! but what i love most is to leave school early, like what i've said before! its great knowing that your team wins and you played a part in it. even if i was a benched player or whatever, i'd still feel rather satisfied because its a team and everyone plays a part. i think Sacnetball is awesome and i love all of you. Valentine's day is over, thanks for those who gave me stuff even if it was like really small or what but i feel that its the thought that counts, really. thanks! love you guys. and as for those who recieved stuff from me, hope you liked it. well, other than that, today something really stupid happened lah okay. i'm not denying that it was my fault or pushing the blame or whatever. i already said i'm sorry to whoever i've gotten trouble into. i really didnt know they were that close, i swear i didnt know. and whatever is gonna happen or whoever's angry right now, i'm just sorry. i mean its over, its shown, what more do you want me to do? calesta, i'm sorry if this is what you want to hear. anyway, its chinese new year and i dont think we should allow such shit to affect us. and i cant wait for chinese new year! woohoo. :D and after chinese new year, there'd be the stupid fashion thing which i dont think i wanna be doing it but i still wanna go to school cause theres training! at GM! how exciting, total coolness huh. hahah! oh yea, and ally's in malaysia, i miss her already. sigh. i hope everything's gonna be fine. i cant wait for 26 of feb!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38441683-117163347657846995?l=pettypot-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pettypot-.blogspot.com/feeds/117163347657846995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38441683&amp;postID=117163347657846995' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38441683/posts/default/117163347657846995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38441683/posts/default/117163347657846995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pettypot-.blogspot.com/2007/02/bite-dust.html' title='Bite the dust.'/><author><name>shar-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03989079680523223767</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-38441683.post-117068337479983600</id><published>2007-02-05T05:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-05T06:02:42.796-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dunman Vs Sac! 26-34</title><content type='html'>Well done Sacnetball. We've all done a good job today. We've all been doing great and i hope this continues and we can all achieve what we want. Woohoo, this is exciting. Anyway, i'm quite lazy to blog. Oh by the way thank you ES for coming down to support us. I've been missing amath lesson and tutorials, i hope i catch up. Physics too ): but she sucks! so who cares. haha. I think Lorpez is actully quite funny. but i still dislike her like ~!#$%&amp;amp;* anyway, theres game tmr with pasir ris sec. and i hope everyone rests well! theres chem test tmr and i havent studied for it. pout.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Well I dont mind waiting til you're comfortable with me. But what's it gonna take to prove that i'm for real? Cause you know how I feel about you, you know I can't live without you. I just wanna stay and make it real, i just wanna feel you tonight. Making sure the moment's just right, i could die just staring in your eyes. I just wanna feel your heartbeat and hold you even closer to me and fall asleep with you right by my side. I've waited all my life to make this perfect every way and sharing it with you would make it even more than that.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;09MORE DAYS TO RATNAM'S BIRTHDAY!&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/38441683-117068337479983600?l=pettypot-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pettypot-.blogspot.com/feeds/117068337479983600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38441683&amp;postID=117068337479983600' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38441683/posts/default/117068337479983600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38441683/posts/default/117068337479983600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pettypot-.blogspot.com/2007/02/dunman-vs-sac-26-34.html' title='Dunman Vs Sac! 26-34'/><author><name>shar-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03989079680523223767</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-38441683.post-117051462230537103</id><published>2007-02-03T06:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-28T07:27:10.938-07:00</updated><title type='text'>new month resolution.</title><content type='html'>I have a lot of &lt;em&gt;febuary resoultions&lt;/em&gt;. so many, i dont even know where to start. okay... lets see, i need to take lesser cabs really much lesser!, eat lesser cause i've been spending money on food, spend lesser and in turn save more! goodness. i've been spending and spending and spending like as if i print money or they just drop from the sky. i take cab like as if its free and i spend money like running water. i feel so guilty okay. hahha. whatever it is, this month i must save more money. and also! I NEED TO LOSE WEIGHT! big time.(but this is not the reason why i have to eat lesser!) i've to emphasize on this because ahem!people, will start saying i want to be anorexic or worse still, bulimic! pffft. anddd also, start studying. seriously, i really wont be able to face myself or anyone if i dont do well. because i havent been listening in class. and it deserve it if i fail all my tests and exams. i really hope God would help me to get through this period of anxiety. i need to clear all my homework. i'll be quite happy and satisfied if we can all have one day off. and i promise i would just stay home and finish up all the hw. and of course, rest well. i need sleep man. i'm falling sick and it sucks. totally. and when this happens, i start being cranky and then people around me wouldnt be happy. i really hope i'd recover by tmr. because then it means i wont be going school on monday, i wont be playing the match with dunman and i'd hate myself for that. even though at times when i'm sick i still go to school, but this time i dont know. i just have that really suckish feeling. so yea. i hope we play hard on monday's game. anddd somehow, i feel lousy. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;11MORE DAYS TO RATNAM'S BIRTHDAY!&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/38441683-117051462230537103?l=pettypot-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pettypot-.blogspot.com/feeds/117051462230537103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38441683&amp;postID=117051462230537103' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38441683/posts/default/117051462230537103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38441683/posts/default/117051462230537103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pettypot-.blogspot.com/2007/02/new-month-resolution.html' title='new month resolution.'/><author><name>shar-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03989079680523223767</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-38441683.post-117032659094080133</id><published>2007-02-01T02:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-04T05:36:05.436-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Febuary!</title><content type='html'>Its the new month and yes, i know i said i wanted to update about camp. but i'm way too lazy. hahah. so yea. Its febuary! and 14 more days to ratnam's birthday. i'm suppose to be counting down for her, yes. and so... i've been piled up with homework, homework and more homework. there are even tests coming up. i always say i wanna study but i end up with no time at all. and so far, we've had 3 games but one is postponed to the 6th, just like the junior's game. we didnt do very well for the games actually, except for yesterday's changkat changi game. even though we didnt get our target i was still very proud of everyone who finished the punishment we had. i really didnt imgaine finishing the many rounds at one shot. but we still did it in the end. so good job Sacnetball! :D next up would be loyang! followed by dunman then the postponed game which is Pasir Ris. i hope we do well and yea, i hope everything would be fine. the stress which i'm coping with right now is almost unbearable lah. i'm just hanging there. oh and guess what, i'm in english tutorial like what the... haha. and amath and science tutorial too. but thats cause its for everyone. and i've been missing a whole lot of physic lessons and almost all my tutorials except for english. this sucks because i'm afraid i cannot catch or what in the class. i really hope i can cope lah. for physics, i dont understand a single shit about vectors and scalers. one reason is because i've been missing but the other one is because saleha cant teach for nuts! oh please, save me. then lit, is just plain boring. i dont even think i'm learning anything! chem is gooooood. i love mrs boo! haha, not her weirdness but the way she teaches. amath and emath are driving me crazzzzzy. as for english chinese and social studies, i dont know what the hell i'm doing. because lopezzzz is too distracting. and chinese class is like a free period kind of thing. right now with all the stress i'm facing its really not a good time for other things to be happening. but they just are, and its killing me. maybe i'm just over sensitive or what. sigh. oh well. i should just concentrate on studies first lah. and i'm starting to love my class more! (: thats a good sign.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;13MORE DAYS TO RATNAM'S BIRTHDAY!&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/38441683-117032659094080133?l=pettypot-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pettypot-.blogspot.com/feeds/117032659094080133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38441683&amp;postID=117032659094080133' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38441683/posts/default/117032659094080133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38441683/posts/default/117032659094080133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pettypot-.blogspot.com/2007/02/febuary_01.html' title='Febuary!'/><author><name>shar-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03989079680523223767</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-38441683.post-116962881651844389</id><published>2007-01-24T05:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-24T00:55:35.930-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Camp sucked.</title><content type='html'>Camp has ended, and somehow it sucked and then again, it wasnt that bad. i dont know why but, 3/6 just cant seem to bond. we have way too many cliques and the cliques just dont go together. seriously, its not something the class chair or the form teacher or something that one person can do. its a class and i think it takes each and everyone of us to be able to make the class bond. sometimes we should learn to give in and everything would be find. i've also come to realise whats each and everyone's personailty, their good side and not so good side. and honestly speaking, everyone really need to stop hating each other. i just dont understand some people lah, i may be petty but not to that extend. we should learn to accept each other's faults and ya try to be nice lah. i dont think its too late to say all these because we still have 2 years to go and i'm sure everyone wants to have a good 2 years instead of one whereby everyday, there'd be arguments and unhapiness among each other. so, i'm sorry if i've offended anyone or made anyone unhappy during the camp. and i think everyone of us should forgive each other. i believe that 36, we can do it. and we shouldnt disappoint mrs adrain anymore. i hoped that everyone had fun despite all the arguments. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S i shall update about the camp later on :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38441683-116962881651844389?l=pettypot-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pettypot-.blogspot.com/feeds/116962881651844389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38441683&amp;postID=116962881651844389' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38441683/posts/default/116962881651844389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38441683/posts/default/116962881651844389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pettypot-.blogspot.com/2007/01/camp-sucked.html' title='Camp sucked.'/><author><name>shar-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03989079680523223767</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-38441683.post-116939252548357127</id><published>2007-01-21T07:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-24T00:19:17.006-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Shan!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY SHANTAINE!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(in advance)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i hope camp would rock. (: and three-six would bond.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;love.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38441683-116939252548357127?l=pettypot-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pettypot-.blogspot.com/feeds/116939252548357127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38441683&amp;postID=116939252548357127' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38441683/posts/default/116939252548357127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38441683/posts/default/116939252548357127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pettypot-.blogspot.com/2007/01/happy-birthday-shan.html' title='Happy Birthday Shan!'/><author><name>shar-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03989079680523223767</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-38441683.post-116929592987011339</id><published>2007-01-20T04:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-21T07:13:33.710-08:00</updated><title type='text'>East Spring Vs SAC!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY STEM! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOOHOO. East spring vs Sac 21-26 to us! But we, okay most of us, were kinda disappointed. like at ourselves lah, the way we played and everything. sigh. oh well, its already over so we should all look ahead and do better for the upcoming games all right SACNETBALL?! the sun was a killer yesterday and my stamina's like ZOMFGQWDAROKMVCDS lousy. next game up would be... Pasir Ris Sec. I'm sure SAC can do it. (: oh and yesterday, there was total chaos in the school cause of stupid rumours. abt having spot checks and everything. HOW RETARDED. some people even surrender their own phones to mojo jojo. tsk tsk tsk. then in the end? ALSO NOTHING. alamak, everyone was running here and there like crazy. band room, canteen, and everywhere else. it was just plain STUPIDITY. oh well. OH AND I FCUKING HELL LOST MY DAMN WALLET. fuck you whoever took it. bitch! after match went back to school, then went to meet van and ciwei at tamp for dinner at Yoshinoya. and stupid irritating gay ciwei was just annoying me throughout. tsk. she kept saying i was fat, i know i am so shut up lahhhh. haha. and van was just doing her oh so last minute present for her friend. and today, lucky the damn tuition was cancelled if not i really wished i had arms that could make me fly. Or i could ride a real helicopter. there was trng at 9, AND MRS YONG TOLD ME 830 so i was there at 8! tsk. then trng ended at 1130. and if i had tuition, it was suppose to start at 1130 which also meant i had to go there wet and smelly. and after tuition i'd have to rush for ballet still wet and smelly. haha! but in the end, i went to Mag's hse after lunch, freshen myself then her mum sent us for ballet. its damn depressing without my damn ezlink card because the stupid bus drivers wouldnt believe i'm not a student! EXCUSE ME? DO I LOOK LIKE AN AUNTY TO YOU. asshole. okay lets see, i have to get my ezlink card, atm card and a new pair of shoes! and my mum refuses to pay for my ezlink card which costs 19bucks. pffft. oh well. i'm so tired now my whole body's aching and i'm sneezing non stop. because i was all drenched and freaking freezing in the freaking bus for freaking one hour. okay, stop it with the freaking sharmain! haha. then my hands were so numb i couldnt even type fast. haha. anyway, i'm off to the one of my many homework. damn the teachers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38441683-116929592987011339?l=pettypot-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pettypot-.blogspot.com/feeds/116929592987011339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38441683&amp;postID=116929592987011339' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38441683/posts/default/116929592987011339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38441683/posts/default/116929592987011339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pettypot-.blogspot.com/2007/01/east-spring-vs-sac.html' title='East Spring Vs SAC!'/><author><name>shar-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03989079680523223767</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-38441683.post-116911748330207628</id><published>2007-01-18T02:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-19T06:05:51.636-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Excitetment!</title><content type='html'>Oh fuck. I typed a damn long post and ... its gone.&lt;br /&gt;great, i'm so not gonna type it out agn. just roughly. haha. i'm excited abt tmr's match and i cant freaking hell wait for it. and i havent been blogging because my hw's piling like a mountain. i hate lopez and i hope she'd die soon. i'm nervous for the match but i know we can do it. i bet my previous post was 10 times longer but heck. i shall blog about the match tmr. i'm tired and i'm going to sleep. oh wait, and i make my ic already. the picture's fugly so go to hell. BYE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38441683-116911748330207628?l=pettypot-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pettypot-.blogspot.com/feeds/116911748330207628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38441683&amp;postID=116911748330207628' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38441683/posts/default/116911748330207628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38441683/posts/default/116911748330207628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pettypot-.blogspot.com/2007/01/excitetment.html' title='Excitetment!'/><author><name>shar-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03989079680523223767</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-38441683.post-116904405812850021</id><published>2007-01-17T05:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-17T06:27:38.190-08:00</updated><title type='text'>East zone's are coming!</title><content type='html'>I havent been blogging. I'm lazy to blog. Homework have been piling like mountains. East zone's coming. I'm super excited. Camp corri toooo. I'm super tired now. Nd school really suck with homework. I just dont know what to say anymore. But i'm happy east zone's coming. its like on friday. it'd be our first match and its against east spring. heh. so yes, i'm off to sleep. bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38441683-116904405812850021?l=pettypot-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pettypot-.blogspot.com/feeds/116904405812850021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38441683&amp;postID=116904405812850021' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38441683/posts/default/116904405812850021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38441683/posts/default/116904405812850021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pettypot-.blogspot.com/2007/01/east-zones-are-coming.html' title='East zone&apos;s are coming!'/><author><name>shar-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03989079680523223767</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-38441683.post-116870022261121882</id><published>2007-01-13T06:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-16T02:22:40.333-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sweet.</title><content type='html'>Jay calls his girlfriend, Kate, after school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Jay- You didnt come to school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Kate- Yeah, i had to go to the doctor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Jay- Oh really? Why?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kate- Oh nothing, annual shots, thats all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Jay- oh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kate- So what did you guys do in math today?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Jay- You didnt miss anything that great. Just lots of notes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Kate- Ok, good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Jay- Yeah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kate- Hey i have a question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Jay- Okay, ask away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kate- (silence) how much do u love me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Jay- You know i love u more than anything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kate- Yeah. ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Jay- Why did you ask?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kate- (silence)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Jay- Is something wrong?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kate- No nothing at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Jay- Good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kate- (silence) How much do you care about me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Jay- I would give you the world in a heartbeat if i could.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kate- You would?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Jay- Yeah, of course i would. (Sounding worried) Is there something wrong?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Kate- Nah, everythings fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Jay- Are you sure?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kate- Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Jay- okay, i hope so.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kate- (silence) Would u die for me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Jay- I would take a bullet for you anyday, hun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kate- Really?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Jay- Anyday. Now seriously, is there something wrong?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Kate- No im fine, you're fine, we're fine, everyones fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Jay- okay then.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kate- Well i have to go i'll see you tomorrow at school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Jay- Alright, bye. I LOVE YOU.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kate- yeah, i love you too, bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE NEXT DAY AT SCHOOL:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Jay- Hey, have u seen my Kate today?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Friend- No.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Jay- Oh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Friend- She wasnt here yesterday either.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Jay- I know, she was acting all wierd on the phone last night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Friend- Well dude u know how girls are sometimes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Jay- Yeah... but not her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friend- I dont know what else to say, man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Jay- Well i gotta get to english, i'll see ya after school.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friend- Yeah i gotta get to science, ttyl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THAT NIGHT:&lt;br /&gt;-ring--ring--ring--ring-&lt;br /&gt;Kate- Hello?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Jay- Hey girl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kate- Oh, hi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Jay- Why werent u at school today?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kate- Uh... I had another doctor appointment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Jay- Are u sick?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kate- (silence)Um i have to go, my mom's calling on my other line.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Jay- I'll wait.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kate- It may take a while, i'll call you later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Jay-Alright, i love you hun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(very long pause)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kate- (with tear in her eye) Look, i think we should break up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Jay- what?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kate- Its the best thing for us right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Jay- Why?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kate- I love you.&lt;br /&gt;(hangs up)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE GIRL DOESNT COME TO SCHOOL FOR 3MORE WEEKS, AND DOESNT ANSWER HER PHONE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Jay- Hey dude!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Friend- Hey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Jay- Whats up?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friend- Nothing. Hey have you talked to your ex lately?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Jay- No.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friend- So you didnt hear?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Jay- Hear what?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friend- um, I don’t know if i should be the one to tell you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Jay- dude, wtf tell me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friend- uh, call this number - 433-555-3468&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Jay- Okay…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BOY CALLS NUMBER AFTER SCHOOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-ring--ring--ring-&lt;br /&gt;voice- hello, suppam county hospital, this is nurse Beckam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Jay- Uh, i must have the wrong number, Im looking for my friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;voice- What is her name, sir?&lt;br /&gt;(Jay gives info)&lt;br /&gt;voice- Yes, this is the right number, she is one ofour patients here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Jay- Really? Why? What happened? How is she?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;voice- her room number is 646, in building A,suite 3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Jay- WHAT HAPPENED?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;voice- Plesae come by sir and you can see her,goodbye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Jay- WAIT! NO!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*dial tone*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BOY GOES TO HOSPITAL, AND TO ROOM ..646, BUILDING A, SUITE 3. GIRL IS LYING IN THE HOSPITAL BED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Jay- Omg are you okay?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Kate- ..................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Jay- Sweetie!! Talk to me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kate- i..........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Jay- You what? YOU WHAT?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kate- I have cancer and im on life support.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Jay- (breaks into tears)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kate- They're taking me off tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Jay- Why?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kate- I wanted to tell you but i couldn’t.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Jay- Why didnt you tell me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kate- I didnt want to hurt you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Jay- You could never hurt me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kate- I just wanted to see if you felt about me the same way i felt about you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Jay- ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kate- I love you more than anything. I would give you the world in a heartbeat. I would die for you and i would take a bullet for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Jay- ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kate- Dont be sad. I love you and i will always be here with you.&lt;br /&gt;nurse- Young man, visiting hours are over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JAY LEAVES. KATE IS TAKEN OFF LIFE SUPPORT AND DIES.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what Jay didnt know is that Kate only asked him those question so she could hear him say it one last time, and she only broke up with him because she knew she only had 3 more weeks to live. And thought it would cause him less pain and give him time to get over her before she died.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NEXT DAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jay was found dead with a gun in his hand and a note in the other.&lt;br /&gt;The note said: I told Kate i would take a bullet for her just like she said she would die for me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38441683-116870022261121882?l=pettypot-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pettypot-.blogspot.com/feeds/116870022261121882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38441683&amp;postID=116870022261121882' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38441683/posts/default/116870022261121882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38441683/posts/default/116870022261121882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pettypot-.blogspot.com/2007/01/sweet.html' title='Sweet.'/><author><name>shar-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03989079680523223767</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-38441683.post-116850917633836095</id><published>2007-01-11T01:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-10-20T00:39:49.726-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Suck fest.</title><content type='html'>My birthday really really sucked. and i really really dont wanna talk about it. I guess this week just suck really badly. and i really hate it. i know i have a lot of really(s) but i really cannot take it. School has been quite all right i guess. like homework and everything's still managable. and omg lopezzzz! if one day she dont call my name ar, i tell you i'll strike lottery man. like goodness, first the stupid wild and sexy hair style shit. then she keeps picking me to answer questions. like argh. everything just &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;sucks sucks sucks sucks sucks!&lt;/span&gt; like goodness, i just want everything back to normal. i suddenly feel like training's such a dread. not because i dont want to train but because of the people i have to face. i mean its nothing bad or good about it, i'm just being random lah. and this few days are so emo. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ally, amanda, nat and cons; i'm sorry, i guess i've disappointed of all of you. and i really dont know what to say lah okay. i mean whats done it done, and honestly, i'm not guilty about it. if you guys just choose to believe whatever then, so be it lah. i'm fine with it. theres nothing i can do about it anyway. i just hope that everything's fine and ya. i just dont like it when everyone's angry, no not everyone just you guys. cause you all mean a lot to me. you make sacnetball whole. and the only thing i can say is i'm sorry luh. girls, really.&lt;br /&gt;desiree; i dont know what the hell i did, but i dont think i did anything wrong. i mean, whatever you've said in your blog, its just what you think. it may not appear to be the way it seems lah okay. who said i ever thought of marrying her and have babies. and since when have i not forgive anyone, okay maybe recently. but i dont think i've been angry with anyone and then not forgive them lah okay. and as for the rest of the other things, its just cause you dont like it! you dont like it, then tell me nicely did you even? no, then dont come and say anything if you dont even dare tell me in my face. and if i really attract attention, what are you man? go think for yourself lah, if you really want to continue be angry with me then forget it okay. just pretend i never said all these. i'm sorry to say, but you seem like you're refering to yourself. if i could, i'd have told you that you're this and you're that, but i didnt why? because i know, you'll get angry like you are now when i've never done anything wrong, i just did things you didnt like. i'm sorry anyway.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38441683-116850917633836095?l=pettypot-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pettypot-.blogspot.com/feeds/116850917633836095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38441683&amp;postID=116850917633836095' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38441683/posts/default/116850917633836095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38441683/posts/default/116850917633836095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pettypot-.blogspot.com/2007/01/suck-fest.html' title='Suck fest.'/><author><name>shar-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03989079680523223767</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-38441683.post-116826117129851169</id><published>2007-01-08T04:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-08T05:01:50.520-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Calesta!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY CAL!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ii lurbxx euu worxzz! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the person who cry doesnt win all the time, so fuck you! attention seeker.&lt;br /&gt;and the rest of you are just h y p o c r i t e s, hypocrites.&lt;br /&gt;its not my fault i hate her, she made me hate her, and you people just suck!&lt;br /&gt;at least i dont act and i'm not fake. and i'm not hypocritical.&lt;br /&gt;seriously, screw you people. i shouldnt let you affect me.&lt;br /&gt;dang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;FUCK!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38441683-116826117129851169?l=pettypot-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pettypot-.blogspot.com/feeds/116826117129851169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38441683&amp;postID=116826117129851169' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38441683/posts/default/116826117129851169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38441683/posts/default/116826117129851169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pettypot-.blogspot.com/2007/01/happy-birthday-calesta.html' title='Happy Birthday Calesta!'/><author><name>shar-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03989079680523223767</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-38441683.post-116805659232668849</id><published>2007-01-06T19:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-05T22:02:37.180-08:00</updated><title type='text'>School is driving me nuts!</title><content type='html'>School is killing me. I sleep late and wake up early, i bet if i continue doing this one day i'll just die! haha. and to think the Mrs Chua was my PE teacher and i wont have to see Ms Tan's face, i was so wrong. cause yesterday, i forgot my shorts then i was wearing fbts then, Mrs Chua was like next time dont and bloody Ms Tan saw and she made me put on my skirt, fuck her lah. then she went to tell Mrs Yong. nd obviously Mrs Yong told me not to wear fbts during pe. stupid.&lt;br /&gt;and Mrs Loke! she spits saliva when she talks then me and Joey were like ...... but shes not that boring lah. And chem as usual, Mrs Boo's retarded. i love Chinese the mostttt. theres Faith, Des, Amanda and Clare. but Clare happily didnt come to school so lesson was rather quiet. haha! but Mdm Heng was going on and on about her expectations and you know what! we're suppse to get A1 or A2! nothing lower than that. and oral, only merit or distinction! like @!$*%^&amp;amp; then she said, she'd randomly pick anyone and then randomly give a topic and we must randomly talk about it for more than 1 min. like go to hell lah! in chinese somemore.&lt;br /&gt;OMG! PHYSICS IS DRIVING ME NUTS! NUTS NUTS NUTS! i hate physics, and saleha cant teach for NUTS! goodness. and english, grunt. lopezzzzzzzzz! i didnt hand up her stupid homework because i was too lazy to do it. no, i did it, i was lazy to write it out nicely so i didnt give it to her. then she make us do a stupid essay! about dreams! how retarded is that, and 300 words! i swear i hate lopezzzzz. grr.&lt;br /&gt;then was training in jerseys! cause of the sec1 orientation. and east zone's might not be on my birthday anymore! haha. i'm happy and not so happy. happy because we'll have more time to train not because duh! its not on my birthday. but oh well! OH YES! and lopezzz make us to our own note taking and theres freaking caj!&lt;br /&gt;and we got our new time-table already! and guess what? we have chinese on 135 and i love mondays and thurdays! cause theres no english nor ss. and theres amath! heh heh. i hate wednesday! theres so many boring periods. Re, Hs, Ss, Lt! but theres still emath and chinese to save the day. and i have to see lopezzzzz twice on fridays. how depressing. GOSH, friday's as boring as wednesday! theres only chem, pe and chinese to save the freaking longgg day. and so is tuesday, and its ending at 215! pffft. i hate more than half of the week.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38441683-116805659232668849?l=pettypot-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pettypot-.blogspot.com/feeds/116805659232668849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38441683&amp;postID=116805659232668849' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38441683/posts/default/116805659232668849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38441683/posts/default/116805659232668849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pettypot-.blogspot.com/2007/01/school-is-driving-me-nuts.html' title='School is driving me nuts!'/><author><name>shar-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03989079680523223767</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-38441683.post-116792362448858794</id><published>2007-01-04T06:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-05T20:41:27.316-08:00</updated><title type='text'>2nd day of hell.</title><content type='html'>Woohoo! People should go catch The Holiday. its nice! heh. anyway, i met the juniors at TM on the last day of freedom and we caught that movie. after the movie, headed to Arin's place and i must say that her sister's really cute. i tell you, faith is super adorable. haha. so not like arin please, haha! then had dinner at her place and gosh, stupid shanny made faith call me ah ma! tsk! but shes damn cute.&lt;br /&gt;First day of school's like ... can die. haha. guess what? i'm having lopez for english and ss like arghhh. her arms are so distracting. and shes so, i dont know what to say. but i just dislike her a lot! i've got really weird teachers, like either super funny or they're just i dont know how to say. Mrs Adrian, emath teacher, Mrs Jancy Chua my pe teacher(lucky not ms tan) rolls eyes. Mrs Boo, chem, Miss Saleha, phy, Ms Ros, amath, Ms Rosalind Yeo, lit and Mrs Loke as my history teacher. but i havent see her though. Nd gosh, i'm in band 1 for freaking chinese, i think i can just fainttt luh. but i have amanda, clare, faith and des! haha. training was what i looked forward yesterday, the sec1s joined us. then ms huang gave us nail clippers, super cute. then me cons and ally went for dinner and then after that headed home and damn my bag's like heavyy. but we're all gonna leave our books under the table!&lt;br /&gt;second day of school was like hell too. but not so bad lah, i guess everyone's adapting to the new environment. and i must say Mrs Boo is hilarious and Ms Ros too, i think their lessons are the only ones i look forward to. and thenn, after school i wanted to go Parkway lah! but stupid tan sijia cannot make it. then des and clare wanted to catch a movie at TM, so i went with them but in the end we didnt watch the stupid movie and instead we ate billy bombers! its was so funneh luh. headed to popular cause miss clare wanted to buy her index book. then des kept rushing us! so after that we went homeee. and damn, i havent done lopez's homework! but who cares, shes the only retarded one who gave us homework. nd now, i'm SLEEPY.&lt;br /&gt;but theres still so much homework, i mean i dont have to hand it in tmr but just by thinking about it its like... ya. how i wish we were still sec2s, there wouldnt even be homework at this point of time lah! i can just imagine next year, i think i'll dread it. like how the sec4s do now. i dont think i'll ever want to leave the team, but i know that some day we'll all have to...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38441683-116792362448858794?l=pettypot-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pettypot-.blogspot.com/feeds/116792362448858794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38441683&amp;postID=116792362448858794' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38441683/posts/default/116792362448858794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38441683/posts/default/116792362448858794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pettypot-.blogspot.com/2007/01/2nd-day-of-hell.html' title='2nd day of hell.'/><author><name>shar-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03989079680523223767</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-38441683.post-116758804724197815</id><published>2007-01-01T09:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-05T20:40:46.343-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy New Year.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Its 2007! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Happy New Year&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;new year, new blog. and i promise to keep this blog alive and i'll blog at least twice a week okay! if i dont, amanda moey will bury me alive! haha. and if you're wondering what kind of random url i have its thanks to those who choose it. heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;edit/ woohoo! i tell you, gladys, yvonne and i walked from 12 all the way to 9pm! its such a tiring and yet, fun? day. haha. we practically walked the whole of orchard. and i saw delanieeeee. she was working at some camera thing. heh. and edwin was there and and, i finally got the bag. i mean, i was choosing between the damn nike and reebok one and yet in the end i bought the ripcurl oneee. i was being such an annoying ass lah, according to them. haha. i was super indecisive and i was like, eh what if not nice, what if this, what if that. gosh. thanks anyway, glad and yvonne, haha! and and, i saw this wallet it was like $42 okay. but it was damn nice! really. then... had pastamania for dinner. and headed home luh. until now i still cant believe, 366 days have passed okay. like woah, this year's fast man. i know i've said this so many times, but i'm going to say it again. i'm going to miss you all like HELL okay. Rahhhh. Tessa, Deborah, Liz, Mich, Mo, Mag and Jan! Sharmain's going to miss you all like CRAZY. I love you all, and I know that someday we would all have to leave as well but... whine. I REALLY DONT WANT YOU ALL TO LEAVEEEEEEE. ): i'm so gonna cherish the times that we have during the east zone period. we're gonna make the best out of it all right! gosh, school's reopening, i cant wait but the sad thing is I HAVE TO WAKE UP EARLY. dang. anyway...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;HAPPY NEW YEAR AGN!&lt;/span&gt; /edit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;2more days to the damn school re-open.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;8more days to the tourneys nd my birthday(:&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/38441683-116758804724197815?l=pettypot-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pettypot-.blogspot.com/feeds/116758804724197815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38441683&amp;postID=116758804724197815' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38441683/posts/default/116758804724197815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38441683/posts/default/116758804724197815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pettypot-.blogspot.com/2007/01/happy-new-year.html' title='Happy New Year.'/><author><name>shar-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03989079680523223767</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-38441683.post-116758323856292439</id><published>2006-12-31T07:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-31T09:16:05.916-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Its the end.</title><content type='html'>It's new year's eve! Nooo. It's going to be 2007 in less than 20mins!&lt;br /&gt;So I guess this would be the perfect time to sum up the whole year. I must say, the year has been eventful, but I've met so many great people, and gotten so much closer to so many people that I'm really thankful for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;YEAR 2006&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NEW YEAR NEW CLASS&lt;br /&gt;2/4 '06 has been really different and I really glad I came in because there wouldn't have been a class that's so excitedly noisy all the time. And you know, I'm glad for that because my school life cannot be called normal anymore with you all. I still can remember when i knew what class i was posted to and who was in it. I thought that 2/4 was gonna be the suckiest but it turned out to be the total opposite. From camp corri all the way to end of year class chalet. Everything was a blast. I bet everyone had one. Time really flies. Thinking of camp corri just makes me laugh, i'd think of the facils, teresa walking around in the middle of the night and how scared Yw was. I love 2/4 and i'm sure 3/6 would be a even better class. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, we had training on my birthday. Which was what i love the most. Sacnetball has changed my life completely. From the seniors all the way to the juniors. Everyone played a part in my life. You guys are such a blessing man. I thank God for each and every single one of you, really. I still can remember the tournament days. Where Nat, Des and I would be so excited to leave class then we'll all rush to meet in the toilet and start doing our hair and talk about how nervous we are. Those would be the times i'll never forget. The tears and laughter we shared. And those ever so noisy bus trips. Being top 8 felt good but we all knew we could have done much better. But no worries, we can do it again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then was Valentine's day. I still can remember the love everyone had for each other. And the presents everyone game and recieved. It was such a good time. Oohh, it was Jac's birthday too! &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Mar17 was love. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;April fool's was cool! :D Mid-year was all right, i was rather satisfied with my results despite the fact that i didnt study. Next up was sports camp which was the bomb man(: Holiday trainings were great, i mean yea. Tough and everything but its the time we spend with netballers what. And holidays were of course the best of the best! haha. When it ended it also meant, time to start mugging for EOYS. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;PESTASUKAN! ZOMG! we got silver man, sacnetball! Nd NIE CARNIVAL! we got a gold, damn. i'm repeating myself, A SILVER THEN A GOLD. i tell you, i was damn damn damn damn happy! i'm sure everyone was! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And zoom! It was EOYS. damn, i did slightly better and i was happy. But not to the class i was posted to. Well, i love the people in 39 especially when theres my favourites in it. RACHEL IF YOU'RE READING THIS, ITS YOU(: then 36 was my final decision and i'm praying its a good one. Holidays training were even better than those in June! What i love love love love love! most was the what happens after trngs, the lunch/dinner we had as a WHOLE team was the best ever. How we could bond with the juniors and know more about their retardedness. Then was christmas and i love the presents, THANK YOU EVERYONE. i hope you liked yours too. this year its like someone's fast forwarding the damn player, ITS LIKE WOAH! ITS 2007. i still can remember when i first stepped into SAC. and when we went for netball auditions and everything. and asian champs, crazy bunch, marche...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(and the list goes on)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and well, my birthday's already coming and that also means EAST ZONE is coming. i'm so excited and yet, i dont want it to come. mainly because i dont want the sec3s this year to leave and i dont want to lead a sec3 life. sigh. but we shall all achieve our goals together right? SACNETBALL!&lt;br /&gt;WE CAN, WE WILL, WE MUST! SAC KEDOOSH. &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;theres 5 people who played a very impt part in my life and i love them all.&lt;br /&gt;Ally, from the very start of this year we became very very good friends then through this whole entire year, theres a thousand and one arguments so much i cant even count. It sucked, i hated it. but as time went by, things got better we got closer and everything went on fine. i like it the way it is and i hope that next year, would be a even better year. thank you bestieeeee(:&lt;br /&gt;Van, Mehdy. My two most beloved dear diaries. Thanks for listening to me rant and cry all the time. Yes, and getting angry for me, nagging at me and every single thing. I thank God for the both of you, really really. And dont need to keep nagging at me, i know what i'm doing okay, Melody!&lt;br /&gt;Desiree, theres so much things i wanna say but i guess i'd just be repeating myself. You were there when i needed you and you're still here whenever i need you lah. Thank you okay. (: haha, i really dont know what to say. Just that, you're really always there lah. :D Even until now. I miss talking to you on the phone, its HILARIOUS. and the exam period was fun.&lt;br /&gt;Liz, i got nothing to say to you annoying. Just that you played an important part in my life as well. Thanks for always being there and yes, of course for tolerating my crap! i know i've said that like for a thousand and one time, i'm saying it again okay :D even if you're sick and tired of me saying it over and over again. haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38441683-116758323856292439?l=pettypot-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pettypot-.blogspot.com/feeds/116758323856292439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38441683&amp;postID=116758323856292439' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38441683/posts/default/116758323856292439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38441683/posts/default/116758323856292439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pettypot-.blogspot.com/2006/12/its-end.html' title='Its the end.'/><author><name>shar-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03989079680523223767</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>
