<?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-10934443</id><updated>2011-04-22T05:59:37.985+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Matinya Sebahagian Jiwa</title><subtitle type='html'>Known as Aryuna. I love the Johnnys, Gackt, Hyde, Momusu and J-doramas.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whispers-of-nayadewa.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10934443/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whispers-of-nayadewa.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10934443/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Jyukkie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10209106864945729823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2rxIv1_-bIw/S6S2X0qTl4I/AAAAAAAAAAM/WO7C83jJ3UU/S220/DSC00950.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>241</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10934443.post-112592852950459036</id><published>2005-09-05T19:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-05T21:55:29.533+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hi. Bye.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://livejournal.com/users/aryunachou"&gt;http://livejournal.com/users/aryunachou&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see you there.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10934443-112592852950459036?l=whispers-of-nayadewa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whispers-of-nayadewa.blogspot.com/feeds/112592852950459036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10934443&amp;postID=112592852950459036' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10934443/posts/default/112592852950459036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10934443/posts/default/112592852950459036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whispers-of-nayadewa.blogspot.com/2005/09/hi-bye.html' title='Hi. Bye.'/><author><name>Jyukkie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10209106864945729823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2rxIv1_-bIw/S6S2X0qTl4I/AAAAAAAAAAM/WO7C83jJ3UU/S220/DSC00950.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10934443.post-112573380313164161</id><published>2005-09-03T15:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-03T15:57:44.753+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Harlo</title><content type='html'>When you're sick, your appetite and mood changes too.&lt;br /&gt;For my case, it's my appetite that has a drastic change.&lt;br /&gt;Hmm for other ppl it seems alright to not eat rice daily.&lt;br /&gt;But for my family, it is a must. I guess that's why I am fated into this family. Coz I don't really care of the food intake. Err, so my motive of this entry is... zero.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just felt like typing in stuff that's running through my mind right now. I haven't been able to dream good stuff of late. All I know is nowadays I would wake up all worried. In actual fact, my facial expression is expressionless. If you want to say I am tired, I have not been up to any vigourous activities or have not been following up my hectic schedule. So tired is not a cause. Stress? Way further than that. I have yet to feel the real deal of stress, not that I want to but seriously stress doesn't come to me that easily. It's all in the mind. If you really want to let people know that you're stressed up, you'll try all means to convince people that you are stressed. And that's bad. I am fortunate I am not one of those kind. Hah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah I like reading Diyy's blog. Haha. Her blog is so deep and I like her usage of vocab and all those English stuff. Sounds sofisticated and all. It makes ppl think right between those sentences and it is also hard to decipher what the persona's going through in the meantime. Hmm... congrats for attracting my attention to your blog, Diyy! haha. Well Nadiah's blog too. Very vivid and Englishy. Sometimes it can add on to my vocab list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta get rid of pimples forming up on my forehead. Haha. I just wish once I squeeze it, it would be poofed forever and ever. However unfortunately, it doesn't work that way. Yep you can say the thrill of squeezing those little volcanos never fail to keep my fingers away from my face. Then comes the constant advice of mom and friends, and mom. Ergh.&lt;br /&gt;"Jgn di picit picit lah!"&lt;br /&gt;"No. You should bring your fringe up."&lt;br /&gt;"Jgn kacau kacau jerawat tu..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha. It's the thrill man!. Oh how I wish I had my baby skin back but dream on. Everyone's skins are changing frequently and there's no one person who has preserved their baby skins. Haha. For sure everyone has at least scratch a part of one's body and those dead cells have fallen off willingly and effortlessly substituting it with new skin cells. And the cycle just goes on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah damn it's gonna explode anytime. Heng it's only the forehead. I am so grateful it's not on my cheeks or somewhere blegh blegh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kk. I guess that's it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and I so love this quote.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Never interrupt your enemy when he is making a mistake."&lt;br /&gt;- Napoleon Bonaparte (1769-1821)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10934443-112573380313164161?l=whispers-of-nayadewa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whispers-of-nayadewa.blogspot.com/feeds/112573380313164161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10934443&amp;postID=112573380313164161' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10934443/posts/default/112573380313164161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10934443/posts/default/112573380313164161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whispers-of-nayadewa.blogspot.com/2005/09/harlo.html' title='Harlo'/><author><name>Jyukkie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10209106864945729823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2rxIv1_-bIw/S6S2X0qTl4I/AAAAAAAAAAM/WO7C83jJ3UU/S220/DSC00950.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10934443.post-112567567072948817</id><published>2005-09-02T23:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-03T15:56:27.116+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yep</title><content type='html'>yet another week of salvation. Gotta maximise my time to the fullest.&lt;br /&gt;What's up today?&lt;br /&gt;Hmm well. Felt very sick. The head was throbbing non-stop. A lot of "take-cares". Just would like to thank ppl for being observant. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;Yep Rena and Sharon, I've got the Maths Homework oredi.&lt;br /&gt;Also I would like to my congrats to my brother and the team of translators, u guys did it to the final round! haha.&lt;br /&gt;Just don't choose the wrong category again.&lt;br /&gt;Well, tomorrow I'm free. I mean, no tuition. I really miss Shaikhah and Pauline all of a sudden, but it was my decision so... self-revision tmr, neh?&lt;br /&gt;Ah I look fat in photos. Haha. Really need to do something about this. Wouldn't want to feel awkward or uncomfortable in the coming future.&lt;br /&gt;Watched Malaysian Idol, phew... Nita was good, splendid. If I were there, I'll vote her for the next spectaculars.&lt;br /&gt;But somehow, no one can really outstand Jac Victor, she's got the most powerful vocals.&lt;br /&gt;So glad Zizie's befriended her 'fan'. Haha. So no more suspicions and interrogations I guess.&lt;br /&gt;I am growing to love Naq's hair even more! Haha. It's so brown and unique. Suits her perfectly. I miss Ella a lot. Fatin... no comments. Haha. Just that you're getting clumsier day by day. Haha. How can you open an sms and never read it? See what I mean. Total Uniqueness and Wonders.&lt;br /&gt;Lyziana, aww girl, thanks for being there for me. Haha. Athirah... hhaha u taught me how to lower down my body temp. Yeah it kinda work, but it made me more dizzy. Guess no more late nights for me?&lt;br /&gt;Haha. Sure Sure.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10934443-112567567072948817?l=whispers-of-nayadewa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whispers-of-nayadewa.blogspot.com/feeds/112567567072948817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10934443&amp;postID=112567567072948817' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10934443/posts/default/112567567072948817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10934443/posts/default/112567567072948817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whispers-of-nayadewa.blogspot.com/2005/09/yep.html' title='Yep'/><author><name>Jyukkie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10209106864945729823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2rxIv1_-bIw/S6S2X0qTl4I/AAAAAAAAAAM/WO7C83jJ3UU/S220/DSC00950.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10934443.post-112555790138017596</id><published>2005-09-01T15:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-01T15:25:26.240+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Looking Back On the Things I've Done</title><content type='html'>Hmm. Quite a no. of days, I've left this abandoned. I guess only I've noticed this. haha. Because why? Because I am the owner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok every second makes me weaker.&lt;br /&gt;You can save me from the woman that I've become.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha. Ok nvm. Let's update myself on all the things that had happened, shall we?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Starting from last week?&lt;br /&gt;:: Last week... hmm hmm [remind remind rewind rewind] All I could remember was that the Medley ppl go to Amir's house and rehearse the dance steps. Also we have completed the worksheets for DNT, woohoo now is all up to the DNT students to drill their theory skills.&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, also got June 2005 O Levels E. Maths paper. Woah it was like sort of tough, I guess with a little more frequent practice I would be set off. Bai also lent me some anime, and I've finished watching the whole series of Vandread. Is there a sequel or sth?&lt;br /&gt;haha Addictions come back like nightmares. Sleepless nights again. Hoo.&lt;br /&gt;I can drool at Gensomaden Saiyuki's Anime hhaha. They are all so cool. But then.... the fighting scene not detailed enuff lah. So didn't really enjoy much. Only that Hakkai is a drooling device and Goku is so adorable.&lt;br /&gt;Hmm the weekends ended with Sad Tuitions. Sob Sob. I'll miss Shaikhah and Pauline. Haha. THey are good tutors and I see that their future are so bright. Wish I was as smart as them. NUS ppl, phew... Sweating out of that fact.&lt;br /&gt;So left with Asri and Felicia. Haha. Sayonara to them when September Ends.&lt;br /&gt;Monday was Science Practical, it went off quite alright. I was so prepared, to think that I forgot Electricity was also tested in Physics, haha. I totally forgot and so my plan B was to just read the instructions and follow through. Chemistry was surprisingly manageable. Surprising because usually I would take more than two periods to finish the paper, but I competed doing both practicals 15 mins earlier than the given time. haha. Hope for the best.&lt;br /&gt;Then then next day was the mother of Preliminary round. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;English Language Ppr I and II.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yargh! yeah I completed the paper 20 mins before. And oh my god, I would never leave my summary qns alone again!! haha. how can I forget to hand in such an impt section!! haha. I must always read the instructions on the front page of the exam. Yargh! Bad Arjuna!! Must never do that again. So yeah it was kinda hard and risky but can-do task.&lt;br /&gt;Then Teacher's Day Celebrations came by. That was yesterday. Performance was shitty coz the Media Club didn't do their jobs properly. Hydil was really tempered up. So it was all done, though we still got praises and encouragements from friends and teachers. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;Proceeded on to the AVA Theatrette to watch a picture-video made by Hydil, Chairman. Haha. It was touching. Got baby pictures, toddler and recent pictures. I realised that Vincent, Johan, Lucas, Ivan, Khairun getting more comfortable towards me than before. Haha. Addition of close friends is just so nice. It's wonderful to have lots of friends. Ok don't side-track haha.&lt;br /&gt;Then we carried on the 'party' at the canteen. The class really put on effort to throw a fiest for the teachers. Cakes, Macaronni, Chicken Wings... Haha. Mr Wong was really cute. And Of course what would the day be without Mr Ng's jokes and funny faces.&lt;br /&gt;Then after we cleaned up the mess we made in the canteen, we went to Safra and some played pool while others like me played Bowling. Wooo suddenly I felt so professional. I messaged Khal and gang to come down too. Haha. Heard they were about to go Beach, which my initial Plan. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;SO yeah Bowl, partnered up with my brother who's quite good.. damn him. I play also no chance. Then went to crap around with Ayun. Wooohooo. Crazzy ppl we've got. They applied Eyeliner on for Ayun and me. Blegh I look terrible, I am no more the Sec 2 Arjuna. Haha. So sad.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway.&lt;br /&gt;Got a chance to play pool with the advice of Andhika and coached by Azri. Haha. Funny guy Azri is. Coach.. ptuii! But he's good ah.&lt;br /&gt;At first I was so BAD. Very kekok you might want to add.&lt;br /&gt;Then I disturbed the other table, where Lutfi and Izzad was still playing around with last ball. haha. They didn't want to finish off the game so 'quickly'. So yeah both of them taught me some additional skills. And voila, Am i good or what for a beginner? And again, another realisation, whatever games or sports... My left hand is better at those. Haha. Badminton? Left hand. Bowling? Left hand. Pool? Left hand. Arm Wrestle? Left hand. haha. Name it.&lt;br /&gt;So Ayun and me make a great partnership. Haha. Go Go Go!&lt;br /&gt;Actually planned to meet up again at seven plus... but laziness striked. Slept from six and woke up the next day at 8. Haha. Bum-ass. Gotta do maths later if possible. Hmm. Gotta show Ng dat we have shifted our gears. And ready to rumble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Den again, 1st September.&lt;br /&gt;Happy Teacher's Day.&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye Funn Times.&lt;br /&gt;Hello Competition Days.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10934443-112555790138017596?l=whispers-of-nayadewa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whispers-of-nayadewa.blogspot.com/feeds/112555790138017596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10934443&amp;postID=112555790138017596' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10934443/posts/default/112555790138017596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10934443/posts/default/112555790138017596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whispers-of-nayadewa.blogspot.com/2005/09/looking-back-on-things-ive-done.html' title='Looking Back On the Things I&apos;ve Done'/><author><name>Jyukkie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10209106864945729823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2rxIv1_-bIw/S6S2X0qTl4I/AAAAAAAAAAM/WO7C83jJ3UU/S220/DSC00950.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10934443.post-112513510678525144</id><published>2005-08-27T17:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-27T17:31:46.786+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/94/3673/640/Naq%20Baby.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #660000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/94/3673/320/Naq%20Baby.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adreeeeena or Naq? Haha pure resemblance. Tsk Tsk.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10934443-112513510678525144?l=whispers-of-nayadewa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whispers-of-nayadewa.blogspot.com/feeds/112513510678525144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10934443&amp;postID=112513510678525144' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10934443/posts/default/112513510678525144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10934443/posts/default/112513510678525144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whispers-of-nayadewa.blogspot.com/2005/08/adreeeeena-or-naq-haha-pure.html' title=''/><author><name>Jyukkie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10209106864945729823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2rxIv1_-bIw/S6S2X0qTl4I/AAAAAAAAAAM/WO7C83jJ3UU/S220/DSC00950.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10934443.post-112513497955052935</id><published>2005-08-27T17:29:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-27T17:29:39.556+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/94/3673/640/Naq%20Budak%20Budak.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #660000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/94/3673/320/Naq%20Budak%20Budak.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah! Naq u shrank! haha. So cute. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10934443-112513497955052935?l=whispers-of-nayadewa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whispers-of-nayadewa.blogspot.com/feeds/112513497955052935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10934443&amp;postID=112513497955052935' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10934443/posts/default/112513497955052935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10934443/posts/default/112513497955052935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whispers-of-nayadewa.blogspot.com/2005/08/ah-naq-u-shrank-haha.html' title=''/><author><name>Jyukkie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10209106864945729823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2rxIv1_-bIw/S6S2X0qTl4I/AAAAAAAAAAM/WO7C83jJ3UU/S220/DSC00950.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10934443.post-112513495497862761</id><published>2005-08-27T17:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-27T17:29:14.986+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/94/3673/640/Naq%20Now.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #660000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/94/3673/320/Naq%20Now.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Naq where were u? haha. So happy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10934443-112513495497862761?l=whispers-of-nayadewa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whispers-of-nayadewa.blogspot.com/feeds/112513495497862761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10934443&amp;postID=112513495497862761' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10934443/posts/default/112513495497862761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10934443/posts/default/112513495497862761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whispers-of-nayadewa.blogspot.com/2005/08/naq-where-were-u-haha.html' title=''/><author><name>Jyukkie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10209106864945729823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2rxIv1_-bIw/S6S2X0qTl4I/AAAAAAAAAAM/WO7C83jJ3UU/S220/DSC00950.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10934443.post-112513492771611891</id><published>2005-08-27T17:28:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-27T17:28:47.723+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/94/3673/640/juna%204%20yrs.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #660000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/94/3673/320/juna%204%20yrs.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forever never smile. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10934443-112513492771611891?l=whispers-of-nayadewa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whispers-of-nayadewa.blogspot.com/feeds/112513492771611891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10934443&amp;postID=112513492771611891' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10934443/posts/default/112513492771611891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10934443/posts/default/112513492771611891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whispers-of-nayadewa.blogspot.com/2005/08/forever-never-smile.html' title=''/><author><name>Jyukkie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10209106864945729823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2rxIv1_-bIw/S6S2X0qTl4I/AAAAAAAAAAM/WO7C83jJ3UU/S220/DSC00950.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10934443.post-112513488686272129</id><published>2005-08-27T17:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-27T17:28:10.750+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/94/3673/640/Aryuna%20think.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #660000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/94/3673/320/Aryuna%20think.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;staring incident. Not happy is it? Not happy try to smile lah. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10934443-112513488686272129?l=whispers-of-nayadewa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whispers-of-nayadewa.blogspot.com/feeds/112513488686272129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10934443&amp;postID=112513488686272129' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10934443/posts/default/112513488686272129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10934443/posts/default/112513488686272129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whispers-of-nayadewa.blogspot.com/2005/08/staring-incident.html' title=''/><author><name>Jyukkie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10209106864945729823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2rxIv1_-bIw/S6S2X0qTl4I/AAAAAAAAAAM/WO7C83jJ3UU/S220/DSC00950.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10934443.post-112506678684219902</id><published>2005-08-26T22:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-26T22:33:06.853+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sheesh</title><content type='html'>A very long week indeed.&lt;br /&gt;Started off with... Haha seriously I forgot what happened on Monday. What ah?&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;I know Tuesday we had to ACES day during PE. Damn Tai Long was too good. Haha. Prom Tai Long! Prom!&lt;br /&gt;It was fortunate that I wasn't bruised badly out of those movements he made. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;Ok. Next.&lt;br /&gt;Weds. Went to watch The Maid. Woohoo.&lt;br /&gt;Typical horror story. What made it good was the cool effect. Plus, it is based on Singapore Context.&lt;br /&gt;I was being a nice bodyguard to Nisah and Zizie. Pity me, kena squeezed. Haha. I sat in b/w them and boy, my arms hurt. haha. What made me so happy was that the expected solution to the bad guy in the story died a tragic death. Then the whole stretch of all of us was like cheering impactfully, like in a soccer match or sth. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;Also, at night we had rehearsal for Teacher's Day Rehearsal the next day.&lt;br /&gt;They were a buncha dudes, I just had to have good times with them. It would not be complete if jokes were not surrounded if we all are together.&lt;br /&gt;Then Thursday, teacher's day rehearsal. Man, it was so draggy sia. 14 items? Like sheesh man. From so hyped up, the Medley turned moody. Dah takder feel seh nak rehearse ahha.&lt;br /&gt;Den also, 4e5 had a very funny performance. haha. Irsyad, Hilmi and My brother. Giler sia.&lt;br /&gt;Dance like Usher, roll roll on the floor from end to end. Haha. Like what's there to the performance than the word Funny Crazy? hhaha.&lt;br /&gt;Friday, which was today... Hmm science banding got surprise test. So called. man Chemistry I slept, didn't realise it. But some startles here and there. And I am so embarrassed lah, coz Johan saw me in my idiotic sleep look! haha. HE bastard sia go and laugh at me. Haha. Funn guy anyway.&lt;br /&gt;So yeah... tomorrow. The last session for EL and Chem tuition.&lt;br /&gt;Sunday, EM and POA will still carry on till god knows when.&lt;br /&gt;After that Mon - goodness- Science Practical Prelims! I have to be alert and organised. Woohoo.&lt;br /&gt;English Prelims is like 4 days ago. My god, Need to practise more more more.&lt;br /&gt;I need to be getting better, needta improve on Explaining for COmbined Humans. Getting the hang of it. POA, woohoo 100 marks? haha. Unbelievable but believe it! gonna maintain that man.&lt;br /&gt;So, Al-Blog. Gotta go and rest. Maybe do some EL TYS yeah?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10934443-112506678684219902?l=whispers-of-nayadewa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whispers-of-nayadewa.blogspot.com/feeds/112506678684219902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10934443&amp;postID=112506678684219902' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10934443/posts/default/112506678684219902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10934443/posts/default/112506678684219902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whispers-of-nayadewa.blogspot.com/2005/08/sheesh.html' title='Sheesh'/><author><name>Jyukkie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10209106864945729823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2rxIv1_-bIw/S6S2X0qTl4I/AAAAAAAAAAM/WO7C83jJ3UU/S220/DSC00950.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10934443.post-112455612452068523</id><published>2005-08-21T00:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-21T00:48:16.520+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Merepek Nyer Kooooooontects!!</title><content type='html'>What should I blog about?&lt;br /&gt;Let's see my &lt;strong&gt;schedule&lt;/strong&gt; later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;0800-1000&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E Maths tuition&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1200-1400&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;POA tuition&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1500-1700&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EL tuition&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1700 onwards&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;go Bukit Panjang for Niece's Birthday Celebration&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Monday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;POA Test&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Combined Humanities Test on Venice&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Assembly&lt;br /&gt;Oh yar. Have to wake up early. Gotta iron 5 sets of uniforms.&lt;br /&gt;My brother so good iron 1 set, I iron 5. Yargh.&lt;br /&gt;oh well personal hygiene, scared of body odour I guess. That's why my mom got me 5 sets.&lt;br /&gt;Pooh.&lt;br /&gt;One set for one day. How good.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;School Homework&lt; - Maths Banding Ws; complete it. - Also, Combined Humanities Source Based qn. - Gotta practice more POA, I am already on the hang of it, Bai Kun my only rival. &lt;u&gt;After Os&lt;/u&gt;, I seriously gotta take up religious classes. Man. I've been missing out on a lot.&lt;br /&gt;Also, resume and catch up back on my Manga/Anime/Jay collection.&lt;br /&gt;I'll be 16 by that time, gotta focus more into life. I'm entering into another phase of time.&lt;br /&gt;Everything's gonna change. Need a lot of hardcore values to overcome those great obstacles of the real world.&lt;br /&gt;Oh yar, gotta work up abs on me. Do more than enough crunches.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe a little biceps would help, to make me look and feel good.&lt;br /&gt;Go Juna. Go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"A lie gets halfway around the world before the truth has a chance to get its pants on."&lt;br /&gt;- Sir Winston Churchill (1874-1965)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10934443-112455612452068523?l=whispers-of-nayadewa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whispers-of-nayadewa.blogspot.com/feeds/112455612452068523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10934443&amp;postID=112455612452068523' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10934443/posts/default/112455612452068523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10934443/posts/default/112455612452068523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whispers-of-nayadewa.blogspot.com/2005/08/merepek-nyer-kooooooontects.html' title='Merepek Nyer Kooooooontects!!'/><author><name>Jyukkie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10209106864945729823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2rxIv1_-bIw/S6S2X0qTl4I/AAAAAAAAAAM/WO7C83jJ3UU/S220/DSC00950.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10934443.post-112454891620171829</id><published>2005-08-20T22:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-20T22:41:56.206+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/94/3673/640/image81.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #660000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/94/3673/320/image81.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aryuna the Charming Prince, Fie the Retro Princess, Fatin the Cool Queen and Zie, the Cute Princess. *Heart*Heart*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10934443-112454891620171829?l=whispers-of-nayadewa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whispers-of-nayadewa.blogspot.com/feeds/112454891620171829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10934443&amp;postID=112454891620171829' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10934443/posts/default/112454891620171829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10934443/posts/default/112454891620171829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whispers-of-nayadewa.blogspot.com/2005/08/aryuna-charming-prince-fie-retro.html' title=''/><author><name>Jyukkie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10209106864945729823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2rxIv1_-bIw/S6S2X0qTl4I/AAAAAAAAAAM/WO7C83jJ3UU/S220/DSC00950.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10934443.post-112454884019384135</id><published>2005-08-20T22:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-20T22:40:40.200+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/94/3673/640/image71.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #660000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/94/3673/320/image71.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aryuna: These two are playdolls of mine! Fatin: Don't make fun of me ey... Zizie: Woah, Butterfly... and a Hand? Fie: Don't hit me.. ah you did hit me... Sob Sobb.**&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10934443-112454884019384135?l=whispers-of-nayadewa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whispers-of-nayadewa.blogspot.com/feeds/112454884019384135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10934443&amp;postID=112454884019384135' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10934443/posts/default/112454884019384135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10934443/posts/default/112454884019384135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whispers-of-nayadewa.blogspot.com/2005/08/aryuna-these-two-are-playdolls-of-mine.html' title=''/><author><name>Jyukkie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10209106864945729823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2rxIv1_-bIw/S6S2X0qTl4I/AAAAAAAAAAM/WO7C83jJ3UU/S220/DSC00950.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10934443.post-112454875094778640</id><published>2005-08-20T22:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-20T22:39:10.953+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/94/3673/640/image61.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #660000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/94/3673/320/image61.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aryuna: I am tryna think, Fatin: Woah, Hunk..., Zizie: What would I get for my boyfriend's bdae? Fie: Someone's opening the curtain of this machine!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10934443-112454875094778640?l=whispers-of-nayadewa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whispers-of-nayadewa.blogspot.com/feeds/112454875094778640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10934443&amp;postID=112454875094778640' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10934443/posts/default/112454875094778640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10934443/posts/default/112454875094778640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whispers-of-nayadewa.blogspot.com/2005/08/aryuna-i-am-tryna-think-fatin-woah.html' title=''/><author><name>Jyukkie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10209106864945729823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2rxIv1_-bIw/S6S2X0qTl4I/AAAAAAAAAAM/WO7C83jJ3UU/S220/DSC00950.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10934443.post-112454865754789615</id><published>2005-08-20T22:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-20T22:37:37.556+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/94/3673/640/image51.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #660000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/94/3673/320/image51.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Fish is about to kiss me. I like Zie and Fie's fashion. Fatin, jgn step ah. Haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10934443-112454865754789615?l=whispers-of-nayadewa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whispers-of-nayadewa.blogspot.com/feeds/112454865754789615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10934443&amp;postID=112454865754789615' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10934443/posts/default/112454865754789615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10934443/posts/default/112454865754789615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whispers-of-nayadewa.blogspot.com/2005/08/fish-is-about-to-kiss-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Jyukkie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10209106864945729823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2rxIv1_-bIw/S6S2X0qTl4I/AAAAAAAAAAM/WO7C83jJ3UU/S220/DSC00950.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10934443.post-112454859692809844</id><published>2005-08-20T22:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-20T22:36:36.936+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/94/3673/640/image44.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #660000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/94/3673/320/image44.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zie and Fie look like twins! Haha. Now then I realise. And I regretted trying to wink. Haha. Silly fool. Fatin you look stunned. Haha. So Funny lah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10934443-112454859692809844?l=whispers-of-nayadewa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whispers-of-nayadewa.blogspot.com/feeds/112454859692809844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10934443&amp;postID=112454859692809844' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10934443/posts/default/112454859692809844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10934443/posts/default/112454859692809844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whispers-of-nayadewa.blogspot.com/2005/08/zie-and-fie-look-like-twins-haha.html' title=''/><author><name>Jyukkie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10209106864945729823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2rxIv1_-bIw/S6S2X0qTl4I/AAAAAAAAAAM/WO7C83jJ3UU/S220/DSC00950.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10934443.post-112454853521121341</id><published>2005-08-20T22:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-20T22:35:35.263+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/94/3673/640/image33.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #660000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/94/3673/320/image33.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm. First-timer Act Cute. First time Meh? Haha.Think whatever you want to lah. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10934443-112454853521121341?l=whispers-of-nayadewa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whispers-of-nayadewa.blogspot.com/feeds/112454853521121341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10934443&amp;postID=112454853521121341' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10934443/posts/default/112454853521121341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10934443/posts/default/112454853521121341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whispers-of-nayadewa.blogspot.com/2005/08/hmm.html' title=''/><author><name>Jyukkie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10209106864945729823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2rxIv1_-bIw/S6S2X0qTl4I/AAAAAAAAAAM/WO7C83jJ3UU/S220/DSC00950.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10934443.post-112451096184211761</id><published>2005-08-20T11:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-20T12:09:21.853+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Time Has Consumed It All</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;National Police Cadet Corp.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;2002 - 2005&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Station Inspector Nur Arjuna Bte Karim.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;It's like finally over. I have a mixture of feelings right now. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I am finally free from Duties, Miseries and Hardship. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;However, I will miss the times we were so together and united, all the skills I have learnt.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Sing Alongs, Campfires, Camp Crafts, Drills, Drills and More Drills.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Camps, Games Days, Organisations, Camps, Camps and More Courses.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;All the rebellious stuff Jun Wei and JR got into.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;How Jeremy have grown from a *large* boy to a tall and charming guy with a little essence of annoyance.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Alvin, Jik... like you're the competitive type and I will miss the laughter we had in NP.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Andrew... "Enormous Butt" ey?? Haha. Caring gentleman but can be crazy and whacky sometimes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Afiq, Hilmi, Syahiran Suhaimi, Syahiran Rani, Hizwan - The Medicine when the squad's down.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Seri and Shikin, I hope you guys stay cool and keep NP alive next year.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Noorizan, have fun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Lina, I know we only get together during NPCC, so I am gonna miss you a lot. haha. Go O levels Go!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Jin Sheng, Jun Xian. Oh my Oh My... I'll miss those crappiness a lot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Wati and Hidayah, you guys are fun. Don't forget me even though NP's over for us. Haha. Good Luck in ur N Levels!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Melvin for being so Patient everytime. Haha. And you are so co-operative.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;And how can I forget... Derrick. Have fun going for the CI course. Hip hip hooray my accomplice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Ooohh.. Zizie! Finally it's like over! But then... you know what I mean. Feel like crying already.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;To think that almost all competitions or whatever stuff it was me and you... and we've gone through a lot in this. Kudos cheers cheers to us!&lt;/div&gt;Sec 1 - Sec 4 I have never been so committed in anything... NP made me going.&lt;br /&gt;Ok I think before I shed a tear of happiness and sorrow, I'll leave the blog with words of wisdom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"The secret of success is to know something nobody else knows."&lt;br /&gt;- Aristotle Onassis (1906-1975)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Goodbye NPCC. Hello O Levels. GO!&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/10934443-112451096184211761?l=whispers-of-nayadewa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whispers-of-nayadewa.blogspot.com/feeds/112451096184211761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10934443&amp;postID=112451096184211761' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10934443/posts/default/112451096184211761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10934443/posts/default/112451096184211761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whispers-of-nayadewa.blogspot.com/2005/08/time-has-consumed-it-all.html' title='Time Has Consumed It All'/><author><name>Jyukkie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10209106864945729823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2rxIv1_-bIw/S6S2X0qTl4I/AAAAAAAAAAM/WO7C83jJ3UU/S220/DSC00950.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10934443.post-112436475418298090</id><published>2005-08-18T19:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-18T19:32:34.193+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jatuh Bangun</title><content type='html'>Ups and downs of life?&lt;br /&gt;Stress?&lt;br /&gt;Depression?&lt;br /&gt;Family problems?&lt;br /&gt;Friends Clashes?&lt;br /&gt;Crushes and Admirers?&lt;br /&gt;Studies Troubles?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fret Not!&lt;br /&gt;The remedy is to...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laugh Non-stop.&lt;br /&gt;Don't start the problem up.&lt;br /&gt;Like ok, for example, if you don't want to get caught for short skirts, than might else well you don't start wearing it lah.&lt;br /&gt;Next instance, if your hair is kind of brown and people find it *weird*, than wth, just don't even start dying it lah.&lt;br /&gt;Following up, if you regret being in the TAF, then you should actually blame yourself and not the programme lah... Coz if you had been constantly watching what you eat I guess you won't be enrolled for the prog. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;After that, there's the constant realisation, that one has been starting to eat a lot and all. Haha. Then stop it lah, if you know you are going to eat a lot.&lt;br /&gt;Haha. If you want to eat, then you eat lah. No Need to tell other ppl than you are on a binge for food. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;If you really are depressed in life and because of school, even if you binge on food, you won't realise it to even declare it to your friends. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, what else?&lt;br /&gt;I also not that perfect lah. Hahah but one thing I know, I make attempts to maximise my time well, so as nothing is wasted. You know, you can actually complete one cumulative graph qn if you didn't go to Tampines Mall just to look at Bird Thong Chai's CD still there in stock. Haha. [Guilt Ridden]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also want to confess this lah.&lt;br /&gt;Haha.&lt;br /&gt;In my opinion, after such a long thought on it...&lt;br /&gt;I guess if one wants to be cute, so let him/her be.&lt;br /&gt;If one wants to be drop-dead-honeyed-gorgeous, just let him/her be.&lt;br /&gt;Whether one wants to re-take Chinese O Levels, just let him/her be.&lt;br /&gt;Whether one pig-crazily like someone, just let him/her be.&lt;br /&gt;In the end, these ppl are still human what.&lt;br /&gt;Natural reaction, one wants to look good and no matter how low-profile or unpopular one is, they still want to leave an impression to other ppl. Haha. I mean, we, as humans, are not transparent what. We are opaque. Whatever we do, ppl witness, judge, criticise, admire or just leave a facial expression. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Ok. Jay-honey. I'm coming."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry. He's called me for my revision.&lt;br /&gt;[oh yar. Can you believe this? POA tuition has been broughtforward to Sunday]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10934443-112436475418298090?l=whispers-of-nayadewa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whispers-of-nayadewa.blogspot.com/feeds/112436475418298090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10934443&amp;postID=112436475418298090' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10934443/posts/default/112436475418298090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10934443/posts/default/112436475418298090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whispers-of-nayadewa.blogspot.com/2005/08/jatuh-bangun.html' title='Jatuh Bangun'/><author><name>Jyukkie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10209106864945729823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2rxIv1_-bIw/S6S2X0qTl4I/AAAAAAAAAAM/WO7C83jJ3UU/S220/DSC00950.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10934443.post-112391790768215368</id><published>2005-08-13T15:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-13T15:25:07.686+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Elegi Sepi</title><content type='html'>Azharina - Elegi Sepi &lt;&lt;&lt; Very nice song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now listening to Bi's No No No. He's got such a strong voice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok. I better get back to revision.&lt;br /&gt;Woohoo.&lt;br /&gt;A1s here I come! Nomachiha~~ shymanyeo... Can You Be Mine Forever~~!?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10934443-112391790768215368?l=whispers-of-nayadewa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whispers-of-nayadewa.blogspot.com/feeds/112391790768215368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10934443&amp;postID=112391790768215368' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10934443/posts/default/112391790768215368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10934443/posts/default/112391790768215368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whispers-of-nayadewa.blogspot.com/2005/08/elegi-sepi.html' title='Elegi Sepi'/><author><name>Jyukkie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10209106864945729823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2rxIv1_-bIw/S6S2X0qTl4I/AAAAAAAAAAM/WO7C83jJ3UU/S220/DSC00950.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10934443.post-112385556698359486</id><published>2005-08-12T22:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-12T22:06:06.990+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Heep Heep. Hu rey.</title><content type='html'>Look down the list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nur Arjuna Bte Karim.        &lt;br /&gt;Grade - 1       Oral - D&lt;br /&gt;Am I happy or what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to all. It paid off.&lt;br /&gt;Syukur Alhamdullillah.&lt;br /&gt;Go O Levels Go.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10934443-112385556698359486?l=whispers-of-nayadewa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whispers-of-nayadewa.blogspot.com/feeds/112385556698359486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10934443&amp;postID=112385556698359486' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10934443/posts/default/112385556698359486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10934443/posts/default/112385556698359486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whispers-of-nayadewa.blogspot.com/2005/08/heep-heep-hu-rey.html' title='Heep Heep. Hu rey.'/><author><name>Jyukkie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10209106864945729823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2rxIv1_-bIw/S6S2X0qTl4I/AAAAAAAAAAM/WO7C83jJ3UU/S220/DSC00950.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10934443.post-112368369958519221</id><published>2005-08-10T22:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-10T22:21:39.593+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ni Hui Bu Hui.</title><content type='html'>yahah! Yes, I am nuts about Jay. Haha. First confession.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second Confession.&lt;br /&gt;I am up for it. Oral O Level. Go Go Go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Third Confession.&lt;br /&gt;I've got no blue pen or black pen. Shysh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fourth Confession.&lt;br /&gt;I love Jay Chou!... oh I confessed that already in the earlier parts. Ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fifth Confession.&lt;br /&gt;Jay Chou I Love!... haha. sorry sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sixth Confession.&lt;br /&gt;erm... I have done a time table for myself! And that I am suppose to strictly stick to it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seventh Confession.&lt;br /&gt;And now I don't think I am following the time table!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eight Confession.&lt;br /&gt;Everytime I state sth, the opposite is gonna occur, so yeah I am not going to follow my time table! [hehe]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ninth Confession.&lt;br /&gt;I Love Zhou Jie Lun!. Haha. [I know you all bored already.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tenth Confession.&lt;br /&gt;My prepaid still gort money!! Haha. It's been 1 mth plus already, and I still have money in the green card. Woohoo. I good siao!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yahah I am so happy because tomorrow, maybe there's maths test, maybe there isn't gonna be any! Tomorrow also, got Oral Exams, way to go! Then after that I have to go for remedial Maths if there's any! Woohoo after that can go home!! Then start on my good good schedule! After that can have POA Tuition! Woohoo I love POA! haha. Can punch the keys on Calculator and act like Pro~kia! woohooO! But then I cannot watch Joey, aww haha but hey!!! I benefit leh... don't play play ah... and I still haven't do the Karangan!! oOOhhh weeee~~~~ [run from Khal~]&lt;br /&gt;TaTa =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10934443-112368369958519221?l=whispers-of-nayadewa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whispers-of-nayadewa.blogspot.com/feeds/112368369958519221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10934443&amp;postID=112368369958519221' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10934443/posts/default/112368369958519221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10934443/posts/default/112368369958519221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whispers-of-nayadewa.blogspot.com/2005/08/ni-hui-bu-hui.html' title='Ni Hui Bu Hui.'/><author><name>Jyukkie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10209106864945729823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2rxIv1_-bIw/S6S2X0qTl4I/AAAAAAAAAAM/WO7C83jJ3UU/S220/DSC00950.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10934443.post-112363640497115093</id><published>2005-08-10T09:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-10T09:13:24.980+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/94/3673/640/wallpaper1_800.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #660000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/94/3673/320/wallpaper1_800.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahah. I've watched this advertisement. He is so cute! Kawaii~desu~ne! He looks so innocent. Yahah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10934443-112363640497115093?l=whispers-of-nayadewa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whispers-of-nayadewa.blogspot.com/feeds/112363640497115093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10934443&amp;postID=112363640497115093' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10934443/posts/default/112363640497115093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10934443/posts/default/112363640497115093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whispers-of-nayadewa.blogspot.com/2005/08/ahah.html' title=''/><author><name>Jyukkie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10209106864945729823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2rxIv1_-bIw/S6S2X0qTl4I/AAAAAAAAAAM/WO7C83jJ3UU/S220/DSC00950.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10934443.post-112363635269450812</id><published>2005-08-10T09:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-10T09:12:32.700+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/94/3673/640/wp1_800.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #660000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/94/3673/320/wp1_800.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Fatin and Zak for buying me this poster! Haha. I really need it, man. [For Inspiration purposes]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10934443-112363635269450812?l=whispers-of-nayadewa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whispers-of-nayadewa.blogspot.com/feeds/112363635269450812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10934443&amp;postID=112363635269450812' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10934443/posts/default/112363635269450812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10934443/posts/default/112363635269450812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whispers-of-nayadewa.blogspot.com/2005/08/thanks-fatin-and-zak-for-buying-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Jyukkie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10209106864945729823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2rxIv1_-bIw/S6S2X0qTl4I/AAAAAAAAAAM/WO7C83jJ3UU/S220/DSC00950.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10934443.post-112363630895585536</id><published>2005-08-10T09:11:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-10T09:11:48.960+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/94/3673/640/wallpaper1-1024.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #660000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/94/3673/320/wallpaper1-1024.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want that hp!! ergh and he looks so nice in that fringe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10934443-112363630895585536?l=whispers-of-nayadewa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whispers-of-nayadewa.blogspot.com/feeds/112363630895585536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10934443&amp;postID=112363630895585536' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10934443/posts/default/112363630895585536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10934443/posts/default/112363630895585536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whispers-of-nayadewa.blogspot.com/2005/08/i-want-that-hp-ergh-and-he-looks-so.html' title=''/><author><name>Jyukkie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10209106864945729823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2rxIv1_-bIw/S6S2X0qTl4I/AAAAAAAAAAM/WO7C83jJ3UU/S220/DSC00950.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10934443.post-112363627714947687</id><published>2005-08-10T09:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-10T09:11:17.156+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/94/3673/640/0071jc.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #660000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/94/3673/320/0071jc.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;East meets west? Haha. Currently I am watching Incomparable Live 2004, and Nan Quan Mama is gonna sing. Haha. Buncha happy ppl. I like this vid clip, Dong Feng Po, coz it's so calm and quiet. It's touching also, if you read the lyrics while watching the clip.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10934443-112363627714947687?l=whispers-of-nayadewa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whispers-of-nayadewa.blogspot.com/feeds/112363627714947687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10934443&amp;postID=112363627714947687' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10934443/posts/default/112363627714947687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10934443/posts/default/112363627714947687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whispers-of-nayadewa.blogspot.com/2005/08/east-meets-west-haha.html' title=''/><author><name>Jyukkie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10209106864945729823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2rxIv1_-bIw/S6S2X0qTl4I/AAAAAAAAAAM/WO7C83jJ3UU/S220/DSC00950.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10934443.post-112363619035661936</id><published>2005-08-10T09:09:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-10T09:09:50.363+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/94/3673/640/0191cb.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #660000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/94/3673/320/0191cb.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Counting the beads? He looks so cool, especially the martial arts part and the turning and twirling of the beads. Way to go!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10934443-112363619035661936?l=whispers-of-nayadewa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whispers-of-nayadewa.blogspot.com/feeds/112363619035661936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10934443&amp;postID=112363619035661936' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10934443/posts/default/112363619035661936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10934443/posts/default/112363619035661936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whispers-of-nayadewa.blogspot.com/2005/08/counting-beads-he-looks-so-cool.html' title=''/><author><name>Jyukkie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10209106864945729823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2rxIv1_-bIw/S6S2X0qTl4I/AAAAAAAAAAM/WO7C83jJ3UU/S220/DSC00950.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10934443.post-112363614743983867</id><published>2005-08-10T09:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-10T09:09:07.446+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/94/3673/640/0202jbs.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #660000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/94/3673/320/0202jbs.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like his hairstyle in here. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10934443-112363614743983867?l=whispers-of-nayadewa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whispers-of-nayadewa.blogspot.com/feeds/112363614743983867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10934443&amp;postID=112363614743983867' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10934443/posts/default/112363614743983867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10934443/posts/default/112363614743983867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whispers-of-nayadewa.blogspot.com/2005/08/i-like-his-hairstyle-in-here.html' title=''/><author><name>Jyukkie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10209106864945729823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2rxIv1_-bIw/S6S2X0qTl4I/AAAAAAAAAAM/WO7C83jJ3UU/S220/DSC00950.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10934443.post-112363609808716373</id><published>2005-08-10T09:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-10T09:08:18.146+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/94/3673/640/0032jff.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #660000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/94/3673/320/0032jff.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He looks cute in this Vid Clip, Nu Li Xiang.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10934443-112363609808716373?l=whispers-of-nayadewa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whispers-of-nayadewa.blogspot.com/feeds/112363609808716373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10934443&amp;postID=112363609808716373' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10934443/posts/default/112363609808716373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10934443/posts/default/112363609808716373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whispers-of-nayadewa.blogspot.com/2005/08/he-looks-cute-in-this-vid-clip-nu-li.html' title=''/><author><name>Jyukkie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10209106864945729823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2rxIv1_-bIw/S6S2X0qTl4I/AAAAAAAAAAM/WO7C83jJ3UU/S220/DSC00950.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10934443.post-112358147742387805</id><published>2005-08-09T17:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-09T17:57:57.430+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Heh Heh. Happy National Day.</title><content type='html'>Hey it's me, yet again. Tawfik's blog is nice man. Haha. But too bad it's cocked up coz there's song put in there. Hmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So... the parade is about to start. I guess there'll be the sounds of the aircrafts in my area, I would love to see that. Hmm. And in Jurong East, there's some what a marathon or sth. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aiyoh I think I am starting to like someone else in school. Haha. Aiyoh how can this be? I must stay true to Jay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of which, I obtained...&lt;br /&gt;- 3 files of Jay Chou as the cover&lt;br /&gt;- 1 file of Edison's Cover&lt;br /&gt;- 1 Picture card of Jay.&lt;br /&gt;- 1 card of stickers of Jay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wooooohooooo I am so happy.&lt;br /&gt;I ate Nasi Briyani Ayam Kari today, then I ate beef steak and ice chendol durian. After that I've got chocolate pancake to digg into and also hot cheng teng [or however u pronounce it]. Wooohoo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm I guess later at night I'mma go hit some books.&lt;br /&gt;No more going late into the night for me anymore!! Haha. Had enuff. No bball until after the Os. Nope, No Fatin. Not even to destress, coz I am not an average thug. Bwawhahaha. Ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rite. Hmm wat else I need to do.&lt;br /&gt;Oh yarh. Just now actually I got type sth into Attivo's blog, but then when I want to publish it there's an error after that all my good good piece of words.... just gone with the wind. Blow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt a bit pissed and just hit the toilet for a bathe, while enjoying Lee Hom's hits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kk. If I feel like blogging again, I'll just go for it.&lt;br /&gt;Yeagh. Reach for the skies ey? Ok!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-Go prelims Go!-&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10934443-112358147742387805?l=whispers-of-nayadewa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whispers-of-nayadewa.blogspot.com/feeds/112358147742387805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10934443&amp;postID=112358147742387805' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10934443/posts/default/112358147742387805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10934443/posts/default/112358147742387805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whispers-of-nayadewa.blogspot.com/2005/08/heh-heh-happy-national-day.html' title='Heh Heh. Happy National Day.'/><author><name>Jyukkie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10209106864945729823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2rxIv1_-bIw/S6S2X0qTl4I/AAAAAAAAAAM/WO7C83jJ3UU/S220/DSC00950.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10934443.post-112356396058355286</id><published>2005-08-09T12:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-09T13:06:00.590+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dusty Feet.</title><content type='html'>Just cleaned up the destructive mass I've made. Hoh.&lt;br /&gt;~Message~ No ko shi ite...&lt;br /&gt;atata mete hoishi Four Seasons with your love...&lt;br /&gt;Haha. Listening to Four Seasons Namie Amuro. I feel like by the bay man.&lt;br /&gt;Well watched Fire Works yesterday, I watched K One Live!!! Haha.&lt;br /&gt;And there's 183 Club, Ahli Fiqir, yeah Marina was crowded.&lt;br /&gt;Then after that Lovely Fatin and her sis lend me some money to take cab home, the Uncle Driver was good, but the fare was an omg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Ya Habibi Ali~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah as you know it, today is 9th Aug 2005, 40th Celebration of Singapore's Independence.&lt;br /&gt;Hmm the whole situation is not so hyper. I mean, as compared to when i was a little toddler, National Day was like something happy, a celebrous occassion. However, this year I feel emotional ahah I guess maturity conscience. I am guilty. Despite being small, we are desperate enough to live in a country lacking of resources. We still manage to produce the smartz though, and some black sheeps too.. but these black sheeps can be the extremes ey if they understand the purpose of life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok Preliminary Examination O Level is like what, next month? Woah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha I am kinda hungry. Later gonna go out and eat with brother and mother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Orite going go went off. brb.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;em&gt;-She's always right.-&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10934443-112356396058355286?l=whispers-of-nayadewa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whispers-of-nayadewa.blogspot.com/feeds/112356396058355286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10934443&amp;postID=112356396058355286' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10934443/posts/default/112356396058355286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10934443/posts/default/112356396058355286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whispers-of-nayadewa.blogspot.com/2005/08/dusty-feet.html' title='Dusty Feet.'/><author><name>Jyukkie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10209106864945729823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2rxIv1_-bIw/S6S2X0qTl4I/AAAAAAAAAAM/WO7C83jJ3UU/S220/DSC00950.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10934443.post-112338337593387548</id><published>2005-08-07T10:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-07T10:56:15.940+08:00</updated><title type='text'>NERD songs are smoooooth.</title><content type='html'>So Maths was ok. Hmm tmr? Have to bring Full U and school half u. Haha. My bag is gonna be full of clothing. Yegh I am so hungry rite now. Want to play bball with me after this?&lt;br /&gt;"Am I High?" - NErD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's going to be eleven, I need to act fast, what am I suppose to do later. Actually I have a lot of things in mind, but I don't know which to start first. Haha. Maths revision? Hmm... Chemistry hw? Erm, History Elective perhaps? No no, DNT~ no.. there's nothing else for DNT. Erm, watch Initial D agaain? No no, that later I can do. Hmm watch Jay MVs? later later, erm continue Maths tuition hw? Or Should I start on POA revision, do some questions in TYS? haha. I don't think so. Or should I practice my oral... or go Karaoke for a while? Hmm... I don't know which to start first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahah, maybe I'll just go and prepare my NPCC stuff.&lt;br /&gt;and stuffz for tmr.&lt;br /&gt;Nono... I think I'll go surf the net again. Oh yar, Karangan! Have to do that too. Hmm. Go away lazy bugger. Start your karangan rollingg.~~~ haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK tata. Karangan's first!. Bai Squared.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10934443-112338337593387548?l=whispers-of-nayadewa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whispers-of-nayadewa.blogspot.com/feeds/112338337593387548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10934443&amp;postID=112338337593387548' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10934443/posts/default/112338337593387548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10934443/posts/default/112338337593387548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whispers-of-nayadewa.blogspot.com/2005/08/nerd-songs-are-smoooooth.html' title='NERD songs are smoooooth.'/><author><name>Jyukkie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10209106864945729823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2rxIv1_-bIw/S6S2X0qTl4I/AAAAAAAAAAM/WO7C83jJ3UU/S220/DSC00950.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10934443.post-112333482539789306</id><published>2005-08-06T21:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-06T21:27:05.403+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Here I Come Mount Akina of Tissues. Blegh.</title><content type='html'>Haha. I am having a bad influenza.&lt;br /&gt;Tissues everywhere.&lt;br /&gt;I've watched 7 times of Initial D. Haha that's more than the no. Vincent has watched. Woohoo. Vincent, I beat ya! Haha.&lt;br /&gt;DNT's done. Well not really. It's just the second time we're handing it in, then we will have to correct some stuffz till we are of distinction standard.&lt;br /&gt;Ok. Tmr got Maths Tuition. I've gotta run and do my hw Asri has given us.&lt;br /&gt;"This shyt is bananas, B-A-N-A-n-a-S!" haha. Nice farnie song.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, It's uncomfortable to be having Flu. Haha. It seems like this is the season to get sick. Coz in my school there's quite a no. of ladz and ladies who went MC and MIA. Some have stomachache, some with cough, some with the lazy bug =), some high fever...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You became the light on the dark side of me.&lt;br /&gt;Did you know, when it snows, my eyes become large and the light that you shine can be seen?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Old time favourite song, how it reminds me of early Primary School days. Now time is running fast, and all I can do is to be myself, and remain true to my religion, family and friends.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah O Levels go Juna go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[I've been kissed by a rose on the grave?]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is so much a man can tell you, and so much he can say.&lt;br /&gt;You remain my power, my pleasure and my pain.&lt;br /&gt;To me you are my growing addiction.&lt;br /&gt;Baby the more I get of you, the stranger it feels.&lt;br /&gt;Now that the roses didn't bloom, a light hits the gloom on the grey.]&lt;br /&gt;haha I don't I have it correct, oh well. It seems ok. Tata.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10934443-112333482539789306?l=whispers-of-nayadewa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whispers-of-nayadewa.blogspot.com/feeds/112333482539789306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10934443&amp;postID=112333482539789306' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10934443/posts/default/112333482539789306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10934443/posts/default/112333482539789306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whispers-of-nayadewa.blogspot.com/2005/08/here-i-come-mount-akina-of-tissues.html' title='Here I Come Mount Akina of Tissues. Blegh.'/><author><name>Jyukkie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10209106864945729823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2rxIv1_-bIw/S6S2X0qTl4I/AAAAAAAAAAM/WO7C83jJ3UU/S220/DSC00950.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10934443.post-112330038860924298</id><published>2005-08-06T11:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-06T11:53:08.616+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Haha. Ouch.</title><content type='html'>Hmm so Naq told me to be positive. Yeah I should! Haha. You tend to forget what's the purpose of life sometimes. Thanks Naq for reminding me. Yahah.&lt;br /&gt;Ok now it's not gonna be morning anymore but it's going to be noon. I am listening to Bi [11 Days].&lt;br /&gt;Hmm. When is Jay gonna be in town for his concert? Haha I hope sooner or later.&lt;br /&gt;Heard from ppl that Medley's gonna be performing. Haha. Kinda not confirm because I didn't found out about it with my own eyes and ears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holiday's nearing. Malay Language O Levels Results is approaching. English Language Oral Examination is coming.&lt;br /&gt;Hmm I shall make full use of the Holiday that I have.&lt;br /&gt;Work on my vocabs and just digg on that. Yesterday I had one to one with lovely Mrs Tan.&lt;br /&gt;She said I had limited vocabs, and for the picture I should not give any personal opinion. Haha. But when Zizie did that picture with me, it was quite satisfying when she told her personal opinion about the swimming complex. I decided to try it on Mrs Tan, but she told me not go about it. Hmm. Kinda confused but I guess I'll just describe the picture as it is and add some relevant issues.&lt;br /&gt;Ok Ok. Should have gone to shoot some hoops with Alia but she had a slight asthma so I dropped the plan there and here I am, just woken up [haha] and tata.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Zie, Khal and Abang get well soon. Take care.]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10934443-112330038860924298?l=whispers-of-nayadewa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whispers-of-nayadewa.blogspot.com/feeds/112330038860924298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10934443&amp;postID=112330038860924298' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10934443/posts/default/112330038860924298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10934443/posts/default/112330038860924298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whispers-of-nayadewa.blogspot.com/2005/08/haha-ouch.html' title='Haha. Ouch.'/><author><name>Jyukkie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10209106864945729823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2rxIv1_-bIw/S6S2X0qTl4I/AAAAAAAAAAM/WO7C83jJ3UU/S220/DSC00950.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10934443.post-112316479628791747</id><published>2005-08-04T22:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-04T22:13:16.293+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Right back to the track that leads to Prelimz.</title><content type='html'>Arjuna. No more crushes. It's hopeless.&lt;br /&gt;Arjuna. Get on to you carcases. Be more than courageous.&lt;br /&gt;Arjuna. Stop daydreaming. It's tiring.&lt;br /&gt;Arjuna. Don't be a gundu. Ppl will not like you.&lt;br /&gt;Arjuna. Don't say you had enough. You need to be tough.&lt;br /&gt;Arjuna. Time and again you said you understand. But you don't really plan.&lt;br /&gt;Arjuna. The soul within is in pain. Don't play in the rain.&lt;br /&gt;Arjuna. Time to unwind. This solitary heart will not be fine.&lt;br /&gt;Arjuna. Just adjust your seatbelt and faster. Your pace is getting slower and slower.&lt;br /&gt;Arjuna. This is a kind of determination and motivation to succeed in your examination.&lt;br /&gt;Arjuna. Play around no more. It's time endure.&lt;br /&gt;Arjuna. It is approaching the final lap. Don't drop till you overcome that gap.&lt;br /&gt;Arjuna. It's time to move your DNT. Don't happy yet, can't you see?&lt;br /&gt;You're not done. You're left with much. Get on with you work.&lt;br /&gt;No more distractions.&lt;br /&gt;This is so a contradiction.&lt;br /&gt;Karangan also not yet touched.&lt;br /&gt;I am so ... &gt;-no*complaints-&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ok sorry. but personal blog? so I guess, I'll just type whatever I feel. Yegh.]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10934443-112316479628791747?l=whispers-of-nayadewa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whispers-of-nayadewa.blogspot.com/feeds/112316479628791747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10934443&amp;postID=112316479628791747' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10934443/posts/default/112316479628791747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10934443/posts/default/112316479628791747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whispers-of-nayadewa.blogspot.com/2005/08/right-back-to-track-that-leads-to.html' title='Right back to the track that leads to Prelimz.'/><author><name>Jyukkie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10209106864945729823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2rxIv1_-bIw/S6S2X0qTl4I/AAAAAAAAAAM/WO7C83jJ3UU/S220/DSC00950.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10934443.post-112299829794504714</id><published>2005-08-02T23:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-02T23:58:17.953+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jay Lover</title><content type='html'>Hmm. Let's see what I have possessed today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Yellow Bracelet&lt;br /&gt;- Orange Hair Clip&lt;br /&gt;- Turqoise Blue Hair Band&lt;br /&gt;what else?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yar. A new band member, Fie Fie. Yea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tmr?&lt;br /&gt;Audition, anybody?&lt;br /&gt;haha. I don't believe this. Can you believe this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yar yet again, I also have possessed smart hormones and have become much smarter than before.&lt;br /&gt;Really, I am not kidding. It is definitely true, to a very large extent.&lt;br /&gt;This can be supported by the evidence that I can read minds. Hmm, telepathy or smartostrones?&lt;br /&gt;Dunoo lah.&lt;br /&gt;Went back quite late. Thought of drilling into hw as soon as I got home, but, I don't think so?&lt;br /&gt;No no Arjuna, let's do some Chemistry or finish up Mathematics, shall we?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-K go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=&lt;em&gt;Sa~~lam Ku Yang Tera~~khir~&lt;/em&gt;~=&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10934443-112299829794504714?l=whispers-of-nayadewa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whispers-of-nayadewa.blogspot.com/feeds/112299829794504714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10934443&amp;postID=112299829794504714' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10934443/posts/default/112299829794504714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10934443/posts/default/112299829794504714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whispers-of-nayadewa.blogspot.com/2005/08/jay-lover.html' title='Jay Lover'/><author><name>Jyukkie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10209106864945729823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2rxIv1_-bIw/S6S2X0qTl4I/AAAAAAAAAAM/WO7C83jJ3UU/S220/DSC00950.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10934443.post-112274885636649573</id><published>2005-07-31T02:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-31T02:40:56.370+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Uh huh</title><content type='html'>So it seemed that I've woken up at 12 midnight, and slept the whole 7 hours before. Now serves me right for not being able to sleep again. I have Maths tuition at eight and I still have yet to do the homework. and malay tugasan. and dnt test against specs. and economics. and survey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I've decided I still Love You - 702 Feat Pharrell"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A weird dream I have encountered. My family's been attacked by 2 vampires, and I left the vicinity I lived in, based on my dream, I could jump from building to building and ended up running towards a basketball court. Well the neighbourhood I was in was a stretch of bungalows. Hoho if the vampz weren't there to intervene, I guess it would be more like a fantasy. Then my dream ended off with me having somewhat like a vid clip of a song by Elly Mazlein. I'm like.. whaa. in the world is goin on inside my head. Hmm the dream happened during the evening, I had some startles here and there in my sleep, but managed to go back to the dream again. Now that's a little weird. Hah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need vol 2 of Chrno Crusade.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10934443-112274885636649573?l=whispers-of-nayadewa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whispers-of-nayadewa.blogspot.com/feeds/112274885636649573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10934443&amp;postID=112274885636649573' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10934443/posts/default/112274885636649573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10934443/posts/default/112274885636649573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whispers-of-nayadewa.blogspot.com/2005/07/uh-huh.html' title='Uh huh'/><author><name>Jyukkie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10209106864945729823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2rxIv1_-bIw/S6S2X0qTl4I/AAAAAAAAAAM/WO7C83jJ3UU/S220/DSC00950.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10934443.post-112270128804905880</id><published>2005-07-30T13:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-30T13:28:08.056+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My My</title><content type='html'>Haha. SO much for being shy. Finally, I gave in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, audition on Weds is it? Believe it or don't... I am participating in PRSS Idol, haha... if we get thru or sth... it would be PRSS Idols. Hey this triggers me so. Thought PRSS Idol spose to be like only one chosen and can sing for Teacher's day. But the name PRSS Idol is just to substitute it for the normal Audition for Teacher's Day. Hmm, nvm I am confusing myself even more. Blegh.&lt;br /&gt;Ok. SO I'mma b singing with Yan, the song Merindu Kepastian, there's Isabella by Izzad and Raziman and Amir if I'm not mistaken, then My brother some songs with Asnur den Anas would be singing erm... I don't know, I haven't get the Data yet. Our so called manager, Mr Khal, would be giving it out soon. SO yeah, I guess I'm confirming myself to be participating in the Jinx Idol stuff. Haha. Reminded me of last yea..... argh, forget that incident, so shyt sia the sound system. I hope it won't happen again this year or sth. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Manifestasi yesterday. Hmm about this foreigner who wants to Jajah kampung Padimerah, or is that the name of the Kampung? haha sth padi lah. Den Marlia, Musfirah's sis was the leading actress. It was all good man. The dikir was incredible. Marvellous. Splendid. And everything positively right. The whole acting crew enjoyed themselves. It so remind me of Gema Puisi Artistik as well as Pentas held at TP.Hmm typical malay performance. All so sleek. And guess what, my sister's once malay teacher and Tha Man of Bahasa Melayu, woohooo... arrived as the Guest of Honour, Cikgu Md Ariff Md! Wow, got to see him, I was so touched he came. Haha. I mean reading some of his cerpen, novel and karya... I fell in love with his style, he is really a true warrior in this Sastera thingie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the Manifestasi ended and we headed down to Saffron to eat 2 big huge Murtabaks. Saw Wak - hhaha he said he panggil den he said kiter eksyen. Aper dah... org tengah syok mkn takkan tak tau lak. Haha. Oh well Wak, I still have yet to thank you for donating some coins dat time, even though you were late. Haha. Drumx RocK!&lt;br /&gt;haha. Btw, i got a drum set at home. Haha. It's fun man. i Feel so.... mini. And I am damn hungry rite now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Damn tmr got Maths tuition. Dread it. But oh well.-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10934443-112270128804905880?l=whispers-of-nayadewa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whispers-of-nayadewa.blogspot.com/feeds/112270128804905880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10934443&amp;postID=112270128804905880' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10934443/posts/default/112270128804905880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10934443/posts/default/112270128804905880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whispers-of-nayadewa.blogspot.com/2005/07/my-my.html' title='My My'/><author><name>Jyukkie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10209106864945729823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2rxIv1_-bIw/S6S2X0qTl4I/AAAAAAAAAAM/WO7C83jJ3UU/S220/DSC00950.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10934443.post-112255660706814218</id><published>2005-07-28T21:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-28T21:16:47.086+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Get Or Don't Get</title><content type='html'>Manifestasi tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;National Day Parade in School's rehearsal tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;No remedial tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;Test Against Specifications tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;Healthy tomorrow, I hope.&lt;br /&gt;I love Jay More and More and I'll do that too, tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;Joey's here now.&lt;br /&gt;bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10934443-112255660706814218?l=whispers-of-nayadewa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whispers-of-nayadewa.blogspot.com/feeds/112255660706814218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10934443&amp;postID=112255660706814218' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10934443/posts/default/112255660706814218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10934443/posts/default/112255660706814218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whispers-of-nayadewa.blogspot.com/2005/07/get-or-dont-get.html' title='Get Or Don&apos;t Get'/><author><name>Jyukkie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10209106864945729823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2rxIv1_-bIw/S6S2X0qTl4I/AAAAAAAAAAM/WO7C83jJ3UU/S220/DSC00950.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10934443.post-112248033828310734</id><published>2005-07-28T00:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-28T00:05:38.290+08:00</updated><title type='text'>End It.</title><content type='html'>Yesterday marked the end of Stressness.&lt;br /&gt;Wait... was there even a stress symptom experienced?&lt;br /&gt;haha. No lah.&lt;br /&gt;It's just.. the end of phase one.&lt;br /&gt;Impending Continuation.&lt;br /&gt;This is just the Rising Action of the whole situation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tmr no tuition, fri no tuition, saturday got tuition.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Fri got Manifestasi held at TPJC.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I haven't finish my hw.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I go sleep.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10934443-112248033828310734?l=whispers-of-nayadewa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whispers-of-nayadewa.blogspot.com/feeds/112248033828310734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10934443&amp;postID=112248033828310734' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10934443/posts/default/112248033828310734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10934443/posts/default/112248033828310734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whispers-of-nayadewa.blogspot.com/2005/07/end-it.html' title='End It.'/><author><name>Jyukkie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10209106864945729823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2rxIv1_-bIw/S6S2X0qTl4I/AAAAAAAAAAM/WO7C83jJ3UU/S220/DSC00950.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10934443.post-112219703627620420</id><published>2005-07-24T17:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-24T17:23:57.723+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back Yet Again.</title><content type='html'>oklah. I said I would be faking about stuff if I am blogging.&lt;br /&gt;Well I am bored right now, so I guess I'll blog.&lt;br /&gt;Ok. There's a high chance I would get suspended, along with Bai Kun, Afiq, Azri, Ahmad, JIng Zhi... etc haha Well, being suspended has become like nothing to us, coz we have always make out a joke from it, so that we won't get so depressed if we really are suspended in the future.&lt;br /&gt;But to think of it... if lah.. I am to be suspended I would for sure maximise my time like crazy and strive all the way for my other subjects in the Os.&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;Hmm. Anyway, I can seek help from my tuition teachers.. or I can even help myself by using all the textbooks and assessments that I have.&lt;br /&gt;Only that I have to know when is my O levels Oral, yeah.&lt;br /&gt;Hmm.&lt;br /&gt;But if I am not suspended, I would prove to everyone that I can do it. Yep. This is got action talk. haha If you know what I mean.&lt;br /&gt;Hmm I have to remember to bring Initial D soundtrack tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;I haven't iron all my 5 sets of Uniform.THink I'm going to do it later.&lt;br /&gt;I like the instrumental, Lost in Hell. So soothing. It's like calming a person who thinks that life is nothing else. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;Well, go DNT go. My last phase.&lt;br /&gt;Woohoo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10934443-112219703627620420?l=whispers-of-nayadewa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whispers-of-nayadewa.blogspot.com/feeds/112219703627620420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10934443&amp;postID=112219703627620420' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10934443/posts/default/112219703627620420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10934443/posts/default/112219703627620420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whispers-of-nayadewa.blogspot.com/2005/07/back-yet-again.html' title='Back Yet Again.'/><author><name>Jyukkie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10209106864945729823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2rxIv1_-bIw/S6S2X0qTl4I/AAAAAAAAAAM/WO7C83jJ3UU/S220/DSC00950.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10934443.post-112144025201091845</id><published>2005-07-15T23:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-15T23:10:52.023+08:00</updated><title type='text'>heh. It's all over now I would say.</title><content type='html'>somehow if only we could all erase our past... coz it's no use thinking about it... it's all about what lies beyond the future that concern what we are doing rite now.&lt;br /&gt;That's why I need to get my education rite&lt;br /&gt;i need it for my future endorsement.&lt;br /&gt;I need it for a better life.&lt;br /&gt;I need to support my family.&lt;br /&gt;i need it to repay the unpayable debts no one could ever debit or credit or do a balance-day adjustment onto it. All that debts I have to repay my parents.&lt;br /&gt;Well... some ppl just dun understand. The life that they have?&lt;br /&gt;You dun spend it to have fun. Well at times, life is all about fun, but face it... life isn't about making others know stuff about you.&lt;br /&gt;Argh i just noe no more. All i know is that I am typing crap and not knocking any sense to anyone I guess.&lt;br /&gt;Hmm. What's the purpose for bloggin?&lt;br /&gt;Actually, In actual fact... it's all fake.&lt;br /&gt;Haha. Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;Next time If i wana fake, i'll blog.&lt;br /&gt;Blegh till then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Despise emotional ppl, but what can I do, rite?-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10934443-112144025201091845?l=whispers-of-nayadewa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whispers-of-nayadewa.blogspot.com/feeds/112144025201091845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10934443&amp;postID=112144025201091845' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10934443/posts/default/112144025201091845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10934443/posts/default/112144025201091845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whispers-of-nayadewa.blogspot.com/2005/07/heh-its-all-over-now-i-would-say.html' title='heh. It&apos;s all over now I would say.'/><author><name>Jyukkie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10209106864945729823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2rxIv1_-bIw/S6S2X0qTl4I/AAAAAAAAAAM/WO7C83jJ3UU/S220/DSC00950.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10934443.post-112126635909821894</id><published>2005-07-13T22:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-13T22:52:39.106+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yesterday was frucking infuriating, today was all about jealousy.</title><content type='html'>As I was browsing Friendster... I felt so jealous'd. Haha. Well I like a guy, somehow that guy... argh nvm. It's so trivia anyway. I mean.. it's not like he knows I like him or sth and we aren't even talking like normal friends are talking. My like for him is just plain admiration for his cool looks and I guess that's that. Sometimes he's hot, sometimes it's the way he walks or talks.. So I guess it doesn't matter if he is giving testimonials to a close friend of mine. haha. I mean... jealousy can just occur in many diff ways...just like when Naq talks about how cool Edison Chen was and I felt jealous which is frucking foolish of me... then when Zizie said that Shawn's her bf, haha I just had to object to that when the actual fact that it didn't give me any great impact in life or anything... or when Hanna always gets praised for her good essays when actually she really is good and I am jealous'd of that... and one of the diff ways is this feeling... I suddenly felt so hot up my head.&lt;br /&gt;Back to the Friendster thing. Soon after I realised, it's actually kinda foolish to feel that way coz it's not as if he's fully mine or watsoeva... haha. Oh welll... teenagers, wat dya expect. Anyway, I'll just brush it off my shoulders and think about Jay and only Jay. For the time being, I am officially obsessed with Chou and no doubt I can't deny that.&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, I was typing about yesterday on this very blog went suddenly after I finished typing out wat I wanted... my foolish deft fingers just had to click onto the X button. And bullshyt knows wat I felt after that. Haha. I just slept off my anger and forgot to wake up at the correct time next. Haha. Funny. Me.&lt;br /&gt;And fuck it. I nearly slept in Humans and vouch never to do such things again. Goodness, if I had slept I am going to blame myself entirely if I fluked my O levels.&lt;br /&gt;POP rehearsal serves no purpose when everyone always delays time. Haha. I was kinda pissed when one blames for one when there's a mistake going on. I mean. everyone has flaws and everyone learn from it. You don't need to prolong the thing and elaborate or go into further details or sometimes you just get carried away with some stupid flaw. Haha. God noes what ish I am talking about rite now. Just that the pissing off part was towards my old mates... practically delaying whenever they want to and are not considerate if one needs to go off early or watsoeva.&lt;br /&gt;Ok I guess Jay's entirely in my heart rite now.&lt;br /&gt;He is forever in my heart.&lt;br /&gt;Will always be and will always support him and his music.&lt;br /&gt;Acting Career? Whatever he wants.. I'll go support him.&lt;br /&gt;Definitely definitely. Yup. Definite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Cover up my jealousy in the midst of laughter-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10934443-112126635909821894?l=whispers-of-nayadewa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whispers-of-nayadewa.blogspot.com/feeds/112126635909821894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10934443&amp;postID=112126635909821894' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10934443/posts/default/112126635909821894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10934443/posts/default/112126635909821894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whispers-of-nayadewa.blogspot.com/2005/07/yesterday-was-frucking-infuriating.html' title='Yesterday was frucking infuriating, today was all about jealousy.'/><author><name>Jyukkie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10209106864945729823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2rxIv1_-bIw/S6S2X0qTl4I/AAAAAAAAAAM/WO7C83jJ3UU/S220/DSC00950.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10934443.post-112092165922898598</id><published>2005-07-09T22:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-09T23:07:39.236+08:00</updated><title type='text'>So...</title><content type='html'>Yep. You know that I am a good girl. However, today I am an extra good girl. Mr Hazmi say my DNT progression is not bad. Haha. Gonna finish artefact on Monday. Woohoo. Den Folio boleh tahan terok.&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, straight away after I was dismissed, went to have a cold lunch with Irah. Den went home and reached around 5. Den straightaway I go do Social Studies. Do one of the essays questions that Mdm Mariamah gave us. Haha. Plan to let her mark and see where I stand. I need to improve tremendously leh. Cannot slack anymore. Well, I've never slacked have I? haha.&lt;br /&gt;Den I knocked on the comp and chatted awhile with some of my dear friends. After that the alarm rang for me to do POA at 2100. With Jay Chou's Eight Dimension cruning along and Wang Lee Hom's Shangri~La followed after. So yep, I finished up Almagamation worksheet and right on the dot, it was 2200. Haha. Soon after, I rescheduled my Sunday time-table coz I am told that my Elementary Mathematics will start tomorrow morning at eight. And yep, no regrets coz this is all for me....&lt;br /&gt;and my brother of course.&lt;br /&gt;Next, I cleaned up the mess I made and went straight to the comp again. Now listening to Kuo Lai by Fatin's Boyfriend, Lee. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;Hmm I need to finish up the film which still have 6 more empty negative spaces since the Johor Trip. Plan to take my friend's pic but I am not meeting them until Monday, so I guess I'll just take within the family. haha. Oh yeah. I remembered when I was in Secondary Two I have watched the story Princess D starring Edison Chen. haha. The story's interesting, all about this two brothers setting up a game about the Princess D, an action pack virtual game. And They failed and yeah, it's all about internet and all. Haha back then in Secondary two Edison Chen happened to be one of my die-hard-have-to-watch actor. Haha. Now it's all about Jay.&lt;br /&gt;If primary school and secondary school, all the way I have been JT this and JT that. Now it's Chou here and there, and it will be for eternity, I hope. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;Well, I gues I'll stop here. Blog sooner. Yeah. Haha as if someone's gona read all this. If there is, thanks. Appreciate your time. Hehe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10934443-112092165922898598?l=whispers-of-nayadewa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whispers-of-nayadewa.blogspot.com/feeds/112092165922898598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10934443&amp;postID=112092165922898598' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10934443/posts/default/112092165922898598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10934443/posts/default/112092165922898598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whispers-of-nayadewa.blogspot.com/2005/07/so.html' title='So...'/><author><name>Jyukkie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10209106864945729823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2rxIv1_-bIw/S6S2X0qTl4I/AAAAAAAAAAM/WO7C83jJ3UU/S220/DSC00950.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10934443.post-112048723454232426</id><published>2005-07-04T22:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-04T22:27:14.546+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Finally Ov -- no... It's Not</title><content type='html'>Hello Jay. Hhaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm Went to Johor yesterday. Go Angsana, den go Giant after that go Larkin den go home.&lt;br /&gt;Chew Chew until tired. After that go home watch Senario XX. hah A bit lahr funny, if not for Yasin Yahya and Saiful Apek. Hehe. All about Aliens and stuff. Kinda tak logik but hey, it's all for entertainment so I guess it's fine.&lt;br /&gt;DNT - A worry. I hope Ms Cheng is not for real about suspending someone just coz someone isn't doing his/her work. Hmm I mean, aside from embarassment, one like me already has a mindset of what to be in the future, she should at least pull us aside and have a one-to-one talk with us or something, rather than putting us on display early in the morning during assembly. Understand us first man! I am not bad ok. I mean, it's ridiculous to be giving me a fair conduct, for just absenting myself without valid reason. Aiyah, it's not as if I got a tattoo or rude to teachers. Ok...&lt;br /&gt;And giving pupils fair conduct, it's becoming a cliche, until I don't see the purpose already. It's been used too frequently. She wants to have a bad record of giving a lot of students in PRSS bad conduct or what... She never thinks. And she's not at all interactive. Whatever the HOD says is correct. I mean they never consider what we think. Instead they just shrug our reasons off and just go on with what they think is right. Even though our reasonings might not be good or true, at least have the tendency to consider it and correct us appropriately lah. F them man.&lt;br /&gt;Well I guess partially it's my fault to lah. Hmm you see. If I were to finish my dnt earlier, I would have lepak like nobody's business now. If I were to come for the last day of study camp, I wont be worrying about having a fair conduct. Hmm it's back to me huh? I guess there's no way out but to clear this manually.&lt;br /&gt;From now on, I don't know how many times I've been declaring this, but I'mma say this. Again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to rule the world!!&lt;br /&gt;haha no lah. I am going to work extra hard for whatever that's gonna be best for me&lt;br /&gt;It's all me and my life. No doubt.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10934443-112048723454232426?l=whispers-of-nayadewa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whispers-of-nayadewa.blogspot.com/feeds/112048723454232426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10934443&amp;postID=112048723454232426' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10934443/posts/default/112048723454232426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10934443/posts/default/112048723454232426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whispers-of-nayadewa.blogspot.com/2005/07/its-finally-ov-no-its-not.html' title='It&apos;s Finally Ov -- no... It&apos;s Not'/><author><name>Jyukkie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10209106864945729823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2rxIv1_-bIw/S6S2X0qTl4I/AAAAAAAAAAM/WO7C83jJ3UU/S220/DSC00950.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10934443.post-112029039255894491</id><published>2005-07-02T15:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-02T15:46:32.563+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the Second</title><content type='html'>I think I'm a real diff person as compared to when I first came in during my first year of secondary school education. Haha. Guess what. My perspective during that time was to enjoy to my fullest, also be well-liked by others. Coz I heard from my primary school friends that once u give a bad impression, you're done.&lt;br /&gt;But now it's as if I don't really care what others think about me. I mean, for sure they can find some godod points in me yeah, for the bad points, once they find it and I know about it, I will silently change myself and prove to them that I am not like what they think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha I don't know why the hell I am talking or blabbering about this. But to think about it, I see that now ppl are the opposite of what I am doing. I mean, a lot of students [female] are beginning to look so pretty, some even tried hard to look all gorgeous. Or maybe they ARE pretty, only that when early times, they just don't know how to make themselves pretty. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah yesterday's yesterday, I had my Oral Examination Malay Language GCE 'O' Level. It came along kinda smooth. The main topic is about Yawning. Then the perbualan satu is about 'Bosan'. After that the 2nd perbualan was about whether the support of a family is important for one to be successful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been quite a long time since the last entry. There's like no other songs to download, the internet is lacking of more information and I like to be busy with books. Haha. It's interesting coz I know I am capable of good grades and it's all in my hands.&lt;br /&gt;And I know about the difference between 'kerana' and 'disebabkan'. Thanks Khal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Biasalah, perogol berepisod." - haha. multi-tasking. I am watching MX3 now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Siapa kata aku aniaya kan kaum wanita?"&lt;br /&gt;"Dah tu?"&lt;br /&gt;"Sebenarnya aku suka org kurus kurus, rambut rascal, mcm kau ah."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha dat is like so... farnie. Especially the part where Masdor go and dance with that Melati Kesumajaya. haha. He is so sleek and fast, it's so cartooned.&lt;br /&gt;And Sarimah is so cool. The way she acts, very unique and even though she played the villain part, I always look forward to see her part. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;Even the one when she was in the Janji Diana story, alongside with Erra Fazira and Rosyam Nor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Duit. Duit lagi. Aperlah you all ni. Obsess dengan duit. Cubalah sekali, jangan minta pasal duit bleh tak?" - Maressa [Sarimah]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10934443-112029039255894491?l=whispers-of-nayadewa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whispers-of-nayadewa.blogspot.com/feeds/112029039255894491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10934443&amp;postID=112029039255894491' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10934443/posts/default/112029039255894491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10934443/posts/default/112029039255894491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whispers-of-nayadewa.blogspot.com/2005/07/second.html' title='the Second'/><author><name>Jyukkie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10209106864945729823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2rxIv1_-bIw/S6S2X0qTl4I/AAAAAAAAAAM/WO7C83jJ3UU/S220/DSC00950.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10934443.post-111996207937527804</id><published>2005-06-28T20:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-28T20:34:39.380+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Feel.</title><content type='html'>It's normal for someone to talk about someone. It can be bad, yes, it can be good too.&lt;br /&gt;Especially, behind one's back. I mean, for sure someone has talked about someone for at least once, rite? For his/her good or bad points. About his/her good or bad points.&lt;br /&gt;Well, I have, if you know what I mean? Especially about teachers... Haha. Good and bad.&lt;br /&gt;In other terms is you bitch about him/her but I wouldn't wana use dat word, coz it kinda hurts me. Haha. Ok back to my topic.&lt;br /&gt;Hmm. What do you feel if you found out someone has been talking about you, specifically bad stuff? I mean, of course you would feel all crimson anger/crimson embarassed about the rumour made about you. But it's only for awhile. You know yourself best, the best is to ignore it. Yeah, it's hard to just ignore the stuff just like that, you can always try to. Ignore I mean.&lt;br /&gt;I mean if it's true, the rumours, then I guess you should reflect back and repent on it. Not the other way round. Rumours are so not good. I mean, it doesn't make one cool or famous, if you know wat I mean. If it's not true, rest assured someone would be there to trust you. I mean, of course the truth would be revealed sooner or later, you will get to see who's the bad or the good guy. But someone just had to not accept the real stuff and just go on living with watz in store for them. Well that's serve themselves right to be sinned. But for me, rumours, I mean... there's no need for confrontation and sorts, do we? Haha. Maybe I am being self-centered. I think about it in my own view, but seriously, I wouldn't go all the way out to save my name over a petty case, because I don't look that cut out to do anything bad, do I? I know myself well, I wouldn't do anything so drastic to make one suffer, I hate making ppl suffer, coz I noe if I do that, I would get my retribution. No matter how difficult that other person I despise is, I wouldn't go out to ruin his/her life. You live it the way you want it, that's how it goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, rumouring about ppl is just another bad habit of human. It's like a satisfaction. You are satisfied when you pin-point one's negative and you are assured when you point out his/her goodness. Satisfied for pin-pointing a negative side or somebody. Why do I say this? Well, for sure if you go about rattling that someone is so ugly and so bitchy and so crappy, that means you are way better off than that person... that's wat you are tryna say, right? Hmm. I guess, one has to look at one self before saying about other ppl. Like I said, I do talk bad stuff about ppl, and after that I feel guilty, coz I noe I am not that goody goody either. Guilty charges me right away and I have nightmares and dilemma about what I have said. Then I try to forget what I've said and hope the other person doesn't get the message. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apart from that, yeah I would feel sad if someone talk about my bad. But sooner or later, I would forgive and forget, let go and don't fret about it. Instead I would try my best to prove to that person, indirectly, that I am not as what he/she thinks I am. Well, they're still humans, they do good deeds and most times they turned to devils for evility [new word ey?]. So why not?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The whole point is, I have a grudge against ppl with handling rumours. I would want to see life lesser of empty talks and more action to it. You want to talk politics about someone, you talk it out the best way you can. You want to comment about other ppl's usage of Language, you prove to them as well that you are way off better. You want to laugh at other's being clumsy, you should record down the times when you were way clumsier. You want to challenge others, others accept the challenge and you jolly-well do it the bestest way you can. Only to prove yourself, what you say is what they get.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't Understand?&lt;br /&gt;Never mind.&lt;br /&gt;Don't matter about it, ok?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10934443-111996207937527804?l=whispers-of-nayadewa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whispers-of-nayadewa.blogspot.com/feeds/111996207937527804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10934443&amp;postID=111996207937527804' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10934443/posts/default/111996207937527804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10934443/posts/default/111996207937527804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whispers-of-nayadewa.blogspot.com/2005/06/feel.html' title='Feel.'/><author><name>Jyukkie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10209106864945729823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2rxIv1_-bIw/S6S2X0qTl4I/AAAAAAAAAAM/WO7C83jJ3UU/S220/DSC00950.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10934443.post-111980186354740975</id><published>2005-06-26T23:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-27T00:04:23.553+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Vacation. Period. Term III. Period.</title><content type='html'>Well-celebrated Fatin's bdae not awhile ago.&lt;br /&gt;She's a big sister now, though that doesn't lead to any differences.&lt;br /&gt;Jaz Chou? Wat the hell. I am having nightmares, I guess.&lt;br /&gt;Hey can someone define love?&lt;br /&gt;Love is...&lt;br /&gt;A deep, tender, ineffable feeling of affection and solicitude toward a person, such as that arising from kinship, recognition of attractive qualities, or a sense of underlying oneness.&lt;br /&gt;Love is...&lt;br /&gt;To have a deep, tender, ineffable feeling of affection and solicitude toward (a person).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And guess what. I've made a huge discovery.&lt;br /&gt;This is my first love. I've found it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jay Chou - my first love.&lt;br /&gt;Yahoo.&lt;br /&gt;More like... unrequited one. Blegh. Oh well. I like and adore him. Talents so great. So attractive. Everything's just wonderful. ey?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10934443-111980186354740975?l=whispers-of-nayadewa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whispers-of-nayadewa.blogspot.com/feeds/111980186354740975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10934443&amp;postID=111980186354740975' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10934443/posts/default/111980186354740975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10934443/posts/default/111980186354740975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whispers-of-nayadewa.blogspot.com/2005/06/vacation-period-term-iii-period.html' title='Vacation. Period. Term III. Period.'/><author><name>Jyukkie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10209106864945729823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2rxIv1_-bIw/S6S2X0qTl4I/AAAAAAAAAAM/WO7C83jJ3UU/S220/DSC00950.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10934443.post-111972296947372464</id><published>2005-06-26T02:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-26T02:09:29.476+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nur Fatin Amalia - HUGS!</title><content type='html'>Someone's turned 16, Yahoo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So... what's in store later? Hmm. Duno leh. Let's just go and see what Zizie has for us in town.&lt;br /&gt;Heard someone's got Lee Hom's CD ey? Someone's got diamonds, someone's got handphone. Surely someone better get her no. 7. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;And she's gonna get it. Not anything as grand as her other presents I might say, but hey, you might wana say.. the thought that counts? Yeah. The thought. The heart. The... whatever it is... that was greatly put in abundance to this present for her from me.&lt;br /&gt;Hoho.&lt;br /&gt;Gaia, heard from Tawfik, Bi[Rain] won an award. Woah, if the thing he watched was live, than it was his bestest bdae present I guess. Yep. Definitely.&lt;br /&gt;Hmm... School's opening in around 2 weeks time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kidding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish that was true. Heh. Heh. Heh Blegh.&lt;br /&gt;But I guess always have to look forward to it, don't we? So that we won't fall sick and always be healthy, yada yada yada.&lt;br /&gt;Heh. It feel as if it has been a long since I've been up and about with my lavly comp. Hoho. Paderhal Paderhal.&lt;br /&gt;Oh well. Very excited school's gonna come back. Yeh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again. Blegh. No more acting please. Case closed. Welcome to the wonderful of, YOU.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10934443-111972296947372464?l=whispers-of-nayadewa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whispers-of-nayadewa.blogspot.com/feeds/111972296947372464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10934443&amp;postID=111972296947372464' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10934443/posts/default/111972296947372464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10934443/posts/default/111972296947372464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whispers-of-nayadewa.blogspot.com/2005/06/nur-fatin-amalia-hugs.html' title='Nur Fatin Amalia - HUGS!'/><author><name>Jyukkie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10209106864945729823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2rxIv1_-bIw/S6S2X0qTl4I/AAAAAAAAAAM/WO7C83jJ3UU/S220/DSC00950.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10934443.post-111967654896742567</id><published>2005-06-25T13:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-25T13:15:48.976+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bi[Rain]'s Birthday is today.</title><content type='html'>Happy 2005 -1982 = 23rd Birthday! Bi(Rain) heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And someone's bdae is tomorrow ey? Hmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, guess what. Today I dreamt about sth very unusual.&lt;br /&gt;There were two parts to my dream.&lt;br /&gt;One was a scene after school, well my school there's a piano outside the HOD office and yeah we would always spot talents there, relieving their stress out. And this dream of mine happens to be me playing the piano.&lt;br /&gt;OK the situation was this way. I was alone walking out of DNT studio and without me realising it, I slumbered my way to the piano and opened the cover. And I went on to play a song. It turned out to Wang Lee Hom's Yi Shuo Jian Dan De Qin Ge [A Simple Song]. Argh! It was crazy man. I attracted a lot of the chinese students and my friends from the art class came down and went straight to me. It was not only merely playing the song on the piano, but I was also singing it! Haha. Can you believe it? I can't! Coz hell no I dunno how to play that piece. And I can't even save my arse to sing while playing. Ok that was part I.&lt;br /&gt;Part II - suddenly I was back to my secondary One moments. It seemed like the last day of school or sth. I was walking along a corridor of classes which leads me to the staff room. The staff room seemed pack but all I could see was Cikgu Diah and Cikgu Sharmila, and the other crowded areas was blurry images of black fog. Then suddenly Cikgu Diah asked me take this piece of cake and give it to the others. Then when I took the cake and opened the staff room door, all my malay schoolmates were standing right at the door and look at the piece of cake, drooling. I didn't show any expressions. Then suddenly, I was walking to Mcdz with Fatin. We brought such big school bags and went to sit at a spot. Then Lyziana and Zizie came in. They went straight to the seats in front of the counter to place their bags and then went to both of us.&lt;br /&gt;"Why never sit there?"Lyz asked.&lt;br /&gt;Then we peeked through the pots of plants which divided the seat they have chosen with our seat and, walla we saw Naq! They told us, Naq has been waiting for us there since yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;Fatin laughed and I looked weird. Haha. Nightmare? Or just that, this is actually normality.&lt;br /&gt;You see, when it's been a long vacation and the time to come back to school has come, I would always have weird dreams about going to school back, usually stating the bad and good points or premonitions of the re-opening of school. Like for example the piano thing? Haha, mebbe ppl would noe me of my talent [whatever it is] when school is re-open, and the drooling thing? Maybe I would be a messenger of someone/something when school re-open. Also, the Mcdz thingie? Haha, maybe I won't be as observant as I used to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm dreams are tricky stuff, sometimes it just plays with u and u play it back.&lt;br /&gt;-Aryuna Dreams Away-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;shyt got tuition. Blegh.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10934443-111967654896742567?l=whispers-of-nayadewa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whispers-of-nayadewa.blogspot.com/feeds/111967654896742567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10934443&amp;postID=111967654896742567' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10934443/posts/default/111967654896742567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10934443/posts/default/111967654896742567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whispers-of-nayadewa.blogspot.com/2005/06/birains-birthday-is-today.html' title='Bi[Rain]&apos;s Birthday is today.'/><author><name>Jyukkie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10209106864945729823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2rxIv1_-bIw/S6S2X0qTl4I/AAAAAAAAAAM/WO7C83jJ3UU/S220/DSC00950.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10934443.post-111962261653116410</id><published>2005-06-24T22:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-24T22:16:56.536+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Leave Me To Remind You</title><content type='html'>It's just a passion of time&lt;br /&gt;Just can somebody help me&lt;br /&gt;I needed those rhymes&lt;br /&gt;to come fulfil this dreams to reality&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let those buggers understand&lt;br /&gt;these very soul&lt;br /&gt;then you promise them buggers to land&lt;br /&gt;and you promise them all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's just another sick lover&lt;br /&gt;it's just another sick game&lt;br /&gt;then it doesn't seem to matter&lt;br /&gt;coz all of this is just insane&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm lying to myself&lt;br /&gt;the reason is so simply true&lt;br /&gt;then i'll grab those on my left&lt;br /&gt;and create destruction like i'll never do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;these is just injustice&lt;br /&gt;just punish me for what i did was wrong&lt;br /&gt;but i knew nothing wrong was done and ish&lt;br /&gt;you've got me all along&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cried alone at night&lt;br /&gt;and it seems like nobody ever cared&lt;br /&gt;then again this just might just be right&lt;br /&gt;like there's no one who dared&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;recognise my fire burning&lt;br /&gt;extinguishing those who's bothering me&lt;br /&gt;leave me alone to rot&lt;br /&gt;and then you just set me free&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Love Me-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10934443-111962261653116410?l=whispers-of-nayadewa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whispers-of-nayadewa.blogspot.com/feeds/111962261653116410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10934443&amp;postID=111962261653116410' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10934443/posts/default/111962261653116410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10934443/posts/default/111962261653116410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whispers-of-nayadewa.blogspot.com/2005/06/leave-me-to-remind-you.html' title='Leave Me To Remind You'/><author><name>Jyukkie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10209106864945729823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2rxIv1_-bIw/S6S2X0qTl4I/AAAAAAAAAAM/WO7C83jJ3UU/S220/DSC00950.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10934443.post-111951772783397634</id><published>2005-06-23T17:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-23T17:08:50.086+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/94/3673/640/image04.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #660000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/94/3673/320/image04.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Prestigious Ticket. Haha. It was a fun ride on it. Jay Chou is so cute and the cast, they were all so funny. Almost cried when Takumi found out his gf was cheating on him. But the stupid is that I had to sit beside to bigg sized ppl and they have such a bad BO, throughout the movie, I had to just smell my palm. Haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10934443-111951772783397634?l=whispers-of-nayadewa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whispers-of-nayadewa.blogspot.com/feeds/111951772783397634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10934443&amp;postID=111951772783397634' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10934443/posts/default/111951772783397634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10934443/posts/default/111951772783397634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whispers-of-nayadewa.blogspot.com/2005/06/prestigious-ticket.html' title=''/><author><name>Jyukkie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10209106864945729823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2rxIv1_-bIw/S6S2X0qTl4I/AAAAAAAAAAM/WO7C83jJ3UU/S220/DSC00950.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10934443.post-111944456094828509</id><published>2005-06-22T20:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-22T20:49:20.956+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bi [Rain]</title><content type='html'>I found another Heart Throb. This Korean Deep Singer is so stylo. His music is so Dancey. That's so for me. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;Bi is furthermore a cute 1982 guy. He is my sis's age. Hah. Although his eyes are like too small that I dun even noe where it starts from, but when he smiles, he can melt girls. Haha. He is such a cutie. I am adding my Idol List already. One more thing about this Bi guy is that, he dance like no other! Haha.&lt;br /&gt;I dunno if he can play instruments or anything but all i noe he is such a cute stuff, got nice hair, nice style, cool songs, cool moves and is a tall dude.&lt;br /&gt;(",)&lt;br /&gt; -Here we go again.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;His real name is Jeong Ji-Hun and he was born on 25th of June... Oh wait...&lt;br /&gt;that's... 3 more days! The day before my favourite friend's b*dae!&lt;br /&gt;Haha. What luck. (",)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;He started &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;in 2002 and is currently Korea's Heart throb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;n my heart is throbbing. ting...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10934443-111944456094828509?l=whispers-of-nayadewa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whispers-of-nayadewa.blogspot.com/feeds/111944456094828509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10934443&amp;postID=111944456094828509' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10934443/posts/default/111944456094828509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10934443/posts/default/111944456094828509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whispers-of-nayadewa.blogspot.com/2005/06/bi-rain.html' title='Bi [Rain]'/><author><name>Jyukkie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10209106864945729823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2rxIv1_-bIw/S6S2X0qTl4I/AAAAAAAAAAM/WO7C83jJ3UU/S220/DSC00950.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10934443.post-111939437002251256</id><published>2005-06-22T06:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-22T06:52:50.030+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jie Lun</title><content type='html'>I feel like crying when I see that video taken by one of the fans, Jay at Changi Airport. :'(&lt;br /&gt;If I was there, I guess my emotions might be so stirred I would even shed a tear. Haha. I don't know but I just felt that Jay was so near when I watched the video, if i were there, I could have touched him. Haha. When you like someone, you just had to get to know that person more. You just go googoogaga over him. But, don't get me wrong, it's not as if I am too crazy... well I am crazy over Jay Chou... I like him coz his talent is too big. His music has captured most of my Xin and I would even say to myself if ever he was to make another concert in Singapore, I would definitely go. Even if my mom won't give me the money, I would do the extreme and save it up!&lt;br /&gt;Damn I am really going to watch Initial D tomorrow. See how Jay acts. Heard lotsa critics so let me do the judgement myself. I have Piao Yi's MV and he is way too cool in whatever he does.&lt;br /&gt;Should have gone yesterday, wasted my noon in front of the comp. Argh!&lt;br /&gt;My bad, my bad.&lt;br /&gt;I wish there's another opportunity like this, hopefully after Os. Hmm.. thass too much to ask? Well, it's just a dream. No harm dreaming rite... but I badly wants to have this chance again. I missed it and I will nvr miss it at any other occassion like this.&lt;br /&gt;I want him to come here again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Wo chen de yao ni hui lai-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10934443-111939437002251256?l=whispers-of-nayadewa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whispers-of-nayadewa.blogspot.com/feeds/111939437002251256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10934443&amp;postID=111939437002251256' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10934443/posts/default/111939437002251256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10934443/posts/default/111939437002251256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whispers-of-nayadewa.blogspot.com/2005/06/jie-lun.html' title='Jie Lun'/><author><name>Jyukkie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10209106864945729823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2rxIv1_-bIw/S6S2X0qTl4I/AAAAAAAAAAM/WO7C83jJ3UU/S220/DSC00950.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10934443.post-111932307151359629</id><published>2005-06-21T10:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-21T11:04:31.520+08:00</updated><title type='text'>See You Looking At Me</title><content type='html'>yeah I'm at home. Never go DNT. Oh well... just go tmr lahr. Quite sick and tired coz I said I will go, it's a must but eventually I never go. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;Hey I got anotha blog. Heh. It's not a personal one lah. I mean... this other blog is for me to improve on my English, since English Language is the X-Factor for O Level. You can read all my poetical entries or a sophisticated opinion on a topic there, it's much more interesting and readable, i must say. Other things to add on, I'll try my best not to 'break' my language in the other blog. Haha. Like here, I tend to be so verbal about how I type dat it ends up so confusing. Hmm..&lt;br /&gt;Hey. I've made up schedules for the 4 more mths to O Levels. I hope I am determined, like Fujiwara and Keisuke, and follow diligently on the tables that I've made up for myself. I mean... not being semangat lahr, erm well u can say it is semangat and all, bt it's all for the best? Diff ppl got diff techniques, take for instance, the best racers at Mount Akina. They have diff strategies to overthrow their opponent. They're just doing what they best think will work. So yeah, I am doing just that.&lt;br /&gt;The anime is tip-top. I mean I finished watching all the 14 acts overnight. The first few parts I had a little stuggle to what was happening in the story. But later around act 5, I got the hang of it and was hooked. Thought I wanted to grab Rurouni Kenshin but it was $59.90 heh. Mom would pull my short hair out if I were to choose that too. But I really should have grabbed Ye Hui Mei. Man. Hey. But... to think of it, the EP CD that I have has all the 11 Ye Hui Mei MVs. So, I guess no need lah, huh. Hmm.. I'll just go for Fantasy and Initial D soundtrack when it's already launched or sth. I guess I would only get all this during December. Heh. O levels man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh haha almost far gord.&lt;br /&gt;I talk and talk about my other blog, but nvr give link. Haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://night-of-silence.blogspot.com"&gt;The Other Blog&lt;/a&gt;&lt;&lt;&lt;&lt; Just click on it. Thanks. Hehe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10934443-111932307151359629?l=whispers-of-nayadewa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whispers-of-nayadewa.blogspot.com/feeds/111932307151359629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10934443&amp;postID=111932307151359629' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10934443/posts/default/111932307151359629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10934443/posts/default/111932307151359629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whispers-of-nayadewa.blogspot.com/2005/06/see-you-looking-at-me.html' title='See You Looking At Me'/><author><name>Jyukkie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10209106864945729823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2rxIv1_-bIw/S6S2X0qTl4I/AAAAAAAAAAM/WO7C83jJ3UU/S220/DSC00950.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10934443.post-111924017584045380</id><published>2005-06-20T11:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-20T12:02:55.846+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Takumi Here I come</title><content type='html'>Heh. Guess what. I bought Initial D - Project D fourth stage the anime. Bluegh, den should have grabbed Ye Hui Mei man. Damn. Oh well...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone's into Jay Chou rite now. Ergh so sebok. But good good. Go support Jay! Woohoo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spose to go school today but because yesterday overnight at Zie's place den very the malas want to go school oredi.&lt;br /&gt;I guess I'll have to miss going to Airport to see Jay. *sob*sob*&lt;br /&gt;Den tomorrow I'll finish up DNT. It's a must. Fuck DNT. ergh.&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna miss my once in a lifetime opportunity. Waaargh!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that's a first for using exclamation marks so much after sucha long time.&lt;br /&gt;Hey and I also bought new Karaoke CDs, gona sing my lungs out today! I dun care. Because I am so stressed up. I can't go Airport tomorrow to meet Jay Chou!!!&lt;br /&gt;Fuck Fuck DNT!!! Argh!&lt;br /&gt;I am so sorry DNT, I dun mean it, but really, u've ruined my life!!!&lt;br /&gt;Well, not that much. I am pretty sure I will get over it.&lt;br /&gt;And for another first time, i want to sigh.&lt;br /&gt;Haiz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haiz.&lt;br /&gt;Haha. Ok that's the first and the last I am going to sigh my lungs and heart out.&lt;br /&gt;Fuck DNT!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Wish Jay did another concert in Singapore some time soon... den i can go and watch him.&lt;br /&gt;*uwekkkkk* sob sob.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a nice trip Jay. Oh yar welcome to Singapore. Hope u reach and go home safely, yar.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10934443-111924017584045380?l=whispers-of-nayadewa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whispers-of-nayadewa.blogspot.com/feeds/111924017584045380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10934443&amp;postID=111924017584045380' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10934443/posts/default/111924017584045380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10934443/posts/default/111924017584045380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whispers-of-nayadewa.blogspot.com/2005/06/takumi-here-i-come.html' title='Takumi Here I come'/><author><name>Jyukkie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10209106864945729823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2rxIv1_-bIw/S6S2X0qTl4I/AAAAAAAAAAM/WO7C83jJ3UU/S220/DSC00950.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10934443.post-111911215794848963</id><published>2005-06-19T00:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-19T00:29:17.953+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Won't It Hurt</title><content type='html'>Mai gan na lei da wo ma ma [dun hit my mom like this anymore]&lt;br /&gt;wo shuo de hua ni gan mei tia? [Will u listen to what i say?]&lt;br /&gt;mai gan na lei da wo ma ma [dun hit my mom like this anymore]&lt;br /&gt;nan dao ni shou bu hui tong ma? [don't ur hands hurt?]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wah dis song is so touche...&lt;br /&gt;I feel like there's a deep meaning in it, I can feel what the persona is going thru thru out the song.&lt;br /&gt;The rapping style is also nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if the song Ka Fei Dian is really sung by Jay. Coz the singer sounds like him, but it isn't really him. Or is it? Duno lah, but it's a nice song.&lt;br /&gt;And yes, Initial D, here I come, Let's Go and Bring It On.&lt;br /&gt;Just now, I went down to Orchard for the gig. Couldn't find Zie anywhere, so I watched the gig by myself. There were lotsa ppl there, and saw Electrico. I only watched two songs from them, den I blah. Walked around Ngee Ann City and Wisma Atria, den I went home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During my journey, I saw many good looking guys, but there was this couple, gay couple or least it seems like it, both were so good looking, but they were talking to each other so close, and one of them had his hands around the other guy's waist. Hmm.. such a wastage, but I guess it's just individuality. I can just look from afar and shrugs at what I had witness.&lt;br /&gt;And I saw many diff ppl. Haha. I felt so small all of a sudden, coz the others were so properly dressed, I mean like their outfit suits them, and me? Just a simple home clothes outfit without style. Haha. I guess it bothered me for awhile but later, I shrug at it again. Shrug shrug. Ahh dun matter lahr. Told myself, now's not the time to 'melawa' or have style or whatever I mean.&lt;br /&gt;I still have a long way to go before I can feel my own money. So, I think as a secondary school student, I should hav my own limits and always bear in my mind, I am still under my parent's guidance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm. OK. Guess looking forward to tmr's chalet. Hope it's fun.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10934443-111911215794848963?l=whispers-of-nayadewa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whispers-of-nayadewa.blogspot.com/feeds/111911215794848963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10934443&amp;postID=111911215794848963' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10934443/posts/default/111911215794848963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10934443/posts/default/111911215794848963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whispers-of-nayadewa.blogspot.com/2005/06/wont-it-hurt_19.html' title='Won&apos;t It Hurt'/><author><name>Jyukkie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10209106864945729823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2rxIv1_-bIw/S6S2X0qTl4I/AAAAAAAAAAM/WO7C83jJ3UU/S220/DSC00950.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10934443.post-111902862939509454</id><published>2005-06-18T00:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-18T01:17:09.400+08:00</updated><title type='text'>heh.</title><content type='html'>Dun think i'mma go dnt tomorrow. I'll just type out an email an explain to Hazmi the details. I prefer Hazmi talk to me in Malay, I understand his explanation more. Got to noe more bout the DNT teachers... they are real-ass fun shytz. I mean they can work all day, crap around, scold ppl but at the end of it, u complete ur work. Credits goes to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Den mebbe monday I'll compensate. After all, left 40% and monday is a very long day. Long enuff to complete the whole stuff. Given that I come extra early to start on where I had stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think for the meantime, no hp for me. Heh. Mebbe not until reopen school. Rite now, just not appropriate to have it. Hah. Quite leceh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DNT is actually, in actual fact, to tell u the truth, honestly speaking...&lt;br /&gt;Fun like hell. I mean, seriously, apart from having other ppl see ur work which is spose to be a privacy or sth... haha, dun really noe how to explain what's going on in my head. But I think safely putting it, what I mean is that, I prefer working background, not wanting ppl to see the processes I took while makin the artefact, but at most at least one person would havta help me out, like Anas and Zal... in some parts which I needed help in, dat kinda sucks but thass the way itz gots ta work ey.&lt;br /&gt;Heh, my work was praised, shape'z nice. Well, kudoz to Ali and Hazmi... salute salute.&lt;br /&gt;Left with...&lt;br /&gt;- Drillings to tight-fit hose and switches&lt;br /&gt;- mark-out &amp; cut-out shape for base and top&lt;br /&gt;- silicon the pump's pipe again&lt;br /&gt;- finishing to the edges of woodz&lt;br /&gt;- lacquer the woodz&lt;br /&gt;- spray paints&lt;br /&gt;- screw the sides of frame&lt;br /&gt;- silicon the switches&lt;br /&gt;- pump hold the base and top&lt;br /&gt;- DONE DONE DONE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all must be done on Monday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;War - Edison Chen &gt;&gt; nice seh. Heard it was done by Jay Chou.&lt;br /&gt;Edison Chen raps well, but I heard he can't do live. Well... oh well...&lt;br /&gt;Hey I can still feel/taste chlorofoam in me. I mean, just now I dropped the chlorofoam, some went a bit to my eye and a bit to my lips and damn, I said shytz in front of Hazmi... and he said "Oh no..."&lt;br /&gt;These coupla days, I've heard Hazmi said all the things I didn't expect he'd say.&lt;br /&gt;His malay is so fun... it sounds so teenager. He has a dirrty mind. His market language is so full of vulgar and he is a hit-legger [kaki pukul]. He hit Afiq like a dad hitting his son, trying to teach a lesson or two. Ali is so talented, but he is so pemalas like hell when it comes to Friday. He is so, "boleh... aper-aper pon bleh..." kinda guy and dat is kinda cool.&lt;br /&gt;Dunno about si Bulat ah but just now, he was there... and I heard him talking to Rajiv like some makcik makcik, stuff about "I merajuk kat dier..." and around about there. Haha. It's funny the outside life of a teacher can be huh. Then, there's this time when Ali's wife called the office and when Ali answered it, he addressed himself as Abang. Haha. I found that so amusing, but actually there's nuthing funny there. It's just odd, but it's not.&lt;br /&gt;Hmm.. I felt like I've been given privileges. Sitting in the air-con teachers' room, doing my background works while the others are sweatening themselves off in the hot humid workshop. Then all the cutting, I mean major cutting are done by the good good machine and minor stuffz like drilling and jointing done by my own bare hands. Get a lot of air-conz and I felt a bit weird when I just came into the teacher's office selamba-ly. And I can't wait to get this whole thing done up.&lt;br /&gt;Then can u imagine. When school reopens, around 5 periods off the timetable! We only kinda concentrate on Folio last touches which I guarantee first - two weeks we'll finish it off and start on with Theory revision, which I like the most. Heh. Theory, go, Theory! 100%!&lt;br /&gt;Then as I always mention, Combined Humanities &amp;amp; POA! Here I come! I am going to whack u like crazy! My sciences too. Be prepared to get nailed, Subjects! Coz Arjuna will be back and rising.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Shine-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10934443-111902862939509454?l=whispers-of-nayadewa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whispers-of-nayadewa.blogspot.com/feeds/111902862939509454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10934443&amp;postID=111902862939509454' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10934443/posts/default/111902862939509454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10934443/posts/default/111902862939509454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whispers-of-nayadewa.blogspot.com/2005/06/heh.html' title='heh.'/><author><name>Jyukkie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10209106864945729823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2rxIv1_-bIw/S6S2X0qTl4I/AAAAAAAAAAM/WO7C83jJ3UU/S220/DSC00950.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10934443.post-111891957436108255</id><published>2005-06-16T18:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-16T18:59:34.366+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Honourable Mention</title><content type='html'>DNT was fine. 60% of my work is done.&lt;br /&gt;I only need to lacquer, spray paint, assemble, joint and test. Yarp. That all will be done tmr. But before that have to ask my mom some money to buy the spray paints and lacquer.&lt;br /&gt;Hmm... I think one bottle would around about $5. I need three colours. So, altogether would be $15 or so. Then I also need to buy the spray lacquer... so all in all I would need around $20 sth.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah. Now after DNT artefact and NPCC is done, I'll reserve the last week for proper revision. Yarp Yarp Yarp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Homework/Tasks to be Done&lt;br /&gt;- Maths Papers [other schools]&lt;br /&gt;- DNT Folio [finish up the whole thing]&lt;br /&gt;- English Tuition hw&lt;br /&gt;- Physics/Chemistry hw&lt;br /&gt;- POA Re-learn Partnership&lt;br /&gt;- Combined Humanities [Memorise back the topics]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I'll just wait for Initial D's VCD to be released. Heh. Argh, Jay and Ed, here I come!&lt;br /&gt;Lusa, I think it's rest day. On Sunday would be Yan's chalet. Hmm, I would be expecting a lot of nice nice faces. ^_^&lt;br /&gt;Alright, later on I will be having my POA home tuition. Better get ready for it. I think I go and ice-cream now. Yarm Yarm    ^+.+^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-I'm In Love- ^_^"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10934443-111891957436108255?l=whispers-of-nayadewa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whispers-of-nayadewa.blogspot.com/feeds/111891957436108255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10934443&amp;postID=111891957436108255' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10934443/posts/default/111891957436108255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10934443/posts/default/111891957436108255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whispers-of-nayadewa.blogspot.com/2005/06/honourable-mention.html' title='Honourable Mention'/><author><name>Jyukkie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10209106864945729823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2rxIv1_-bIw/S6S2X0qTl4I/AAAAAAAAAAM/WO7C83jJ3UU/S220/DSC00950.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10934443.post-111883982037931353</id><published>2005-06-15T20:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-15T20:50:20.386+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Not Such An Innocent Girl</title><content type='html'>Wish I was in the class of Empathy. That's right. 3e2 and 4e7. Then I won't be dealing too much with DNT! Take everything pure except that there won't be any Biology. Also, take up Add Maths and be very competitive coz I have a lot of challenges. Also, I can b in the same pace as them. My Combined Humanities won't be that hard-up. I would be able to go for the CH workshop. I would have a higher chance to go JC, well stereo type as it may seem but hey, haha, I am just stating sth very vaguely. On the other hand, my whole secondary school life would be all about EMPATHY. haha. Sec 1Empathy2, Sec2Empathy2, Sec3Eager5, Sec4Eager4.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Naked&lt;br /&gt;Nothing but a smile upon her face&lt;br /&gt;Naked&lt;br /&gt;She wants to play seek and hide no one to hide behind&lt;br /&gt;Naked&lt;br /&gt;This child has fallen from grace&lt;br /&gt;Naked&lt;br /&gt;Don't be afraid to stare she is only naked&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-This angel's dirty face is sore-&lt;br /&gt;-Holding on to what she had before-&lt;br /&gt;-Not sharing any secrets with any old fool-&lt;br /&gt;-Now she's gonna keep her cool-&lt;br /&gt;-She wants to get naked-&lt;br /&gt;-She wants to get naked-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess what?&lt;br /&gt;Guess what.&lt;br /&gt;Guess what^_^&lt;br /&gt;I saw anotha bomb. Yep I did. I was on my way to school just now, den I alighted in front of Tamp Library. I planned to get to the nearest optical shop to get spec hooks. As I was about to cross the traffic, on the opposite side of the road, there's this bus 27. In it, I was as usual spotting diff hairstyles and admiring it or commenting it by heart. But to my pleasure ^_^" I saw someone's hair who had the same hairstyle as Jay Chou's. Haha. I was like ok, thass a little common. But then right, as I had my eyes fixed on the hair's owner punyer face, boy was I like "stunned". Haha. And the green man appeared.&lt;br /&gt;He was the splitting image of Jay Chou. Yahoo. I wish I get to see that bomb again when I ride 27. Unfortunately, that would have to wait. Coz I won't be taking 27 anytime soon or later. I am sticking to Good Old 168. Oh yeah. I need to get info about Jei Lun's fans welcoming him to Singapore. It was said in JayChou.net dat the whole crew of Initial D will b coming to Singapore for press conference. On the 21st, Jay, Edison, Shawn, Anne and the others would be coming here. And the fans, including me, are discussing of how to welcome them. Haha. I wish I can meet him face to face or sth, like mebbe let him sign on my basketball keychain. Haha. He might be honoured coz even a non-Chinese speaking person likes his music. Well hey, music is the international language no one else could imitate. True?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10934443-111883982037931353?l=whispers-of-nayadewa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whispers-of-nayadewa.blogspot.com/feeds/111883982037931353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10934443&amp;postID=111883982037931353' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10934443/posts/default/111883982037931353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10934443/posts/default/111883982037931353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whispers-of-nayadewa.blogspot.com/2005/06/not-such-innocent-girl.html' title='Not Such An Innocent Girl'/><author><name>Jyukkie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10209106864945729823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2rxIv1_-bIw/S6S2X0qTl4I/AAAAAAAAAAM/WO7C83jJ3UU/S220/DSC00950.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10934443.post-111876505217293394</id><published>2005-06-14T23:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-15T00:04:12.176+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Don't wanna sound full of myself or rude&lt;br /&gt;But you ain't looking at no other dudes cause you love me&lt;br /&gt;[I'm so sorry but... so sexy]&lt;br /&gt;So you think about a chance&lt;br /&gt;You find yourself tryna do my dance&lt;br /&gt;Mebbe coz u love me[uh u do it well]&lt;br /&gt;so then we tried - i'm singing a slow beat&lt;br /&gt;coz u weren't used to how fast we touched&lt;br /&gt;then we locked eyes - and i knew i was in there&lt;br /&gt;and i was gon' tear ya ass up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that I'm carrying on&lt;br /&gt;Nvm If i'm showing off&lt;br /&gt;i was just fronting [u noe i wan u babe]&lt;br /&gt;i'm ready to bet it all unless u don't care at all&lt;br /&gt;but u noe i wan ya [u should stop frontin babe]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tryna b the best gf u could be&lt;br /&gt;bt still u sneak and look at me and girl i love it&lt;br /&gt;den u giv ur other girl a shove&lt;br /&gt;tell her u gon palm her ass like it was&lt;br /&gt;and she's gon love it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got anotha Pha-real&lt;br /&gt;i call u Pha-real coz u the truest, haha, YOUNG!&lt;br /&gt;Yeha lemme talk to them&lt;br /&gt;I'm a keep it real&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everytime ur name was brought up&lt;br /&gt;i would act all nonchalant in front of an audience&lt;br /&gt;like if u was just anotha shorty i put the notty on&lt;br /&gt;but uh, truth be told u do me for a loop this Hov&lt;br /&gt;I'm too old to b fronting when i'm feeling Denzel&lt;br /&gt;and u acting like u ain't a ppealing but u are&lt;br /&gt;strutting like u ain't my only girl but u are [i was just frontin]&lt;br /&gt;i'm ready to stop when u are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Pharrell Williams-&lt;br /&gt;-Frontin-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kinda like this song. Hmm. What's there for tomorrow?&lt;br /&gt;- A lot bout DNT&lt;br /&gt;- A lil' bit of NPCC.&lt;br /&gt;-Go home!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i got some English Hw to do. Gonna start on anotha Maths Revision. Hmm.&lt;br /&gt;I think I'mma put some restrictions to myself.&lt;br /&gt;-No more demands for manga or Jay Chou's CDs til after my Os?&lt;br /&gt;is dat possible?&lt;br /&gt;i really wana concentrate. I guess if I really wana do it, i am able to do it. Dun u think so?&lt;br /&gt;In life, u have so much distractions. and In life u just gots to deal with them. I mean at this rate, I dun see myself in any Junior College. Argh! Dat ain't happening. My L1R5 is like so impossible. I hope things are gaining as it should, neh.&lt;br /&gt;Rite, for real, after DNT is over and done, I am going to gila babi like crazy like mad till I drop which won't happen to me dat easily... revise on COMBINED HUMANITIES, PRINCIPLES OF ACCOUNTS, ENGLISH ORAL, SCIENCE [CHEMISTRY]... yep. must must must.&lt;br /&gt;will will will. can can can. Go Go Go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-I want to ride my bicycle- ~ Queen&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10934443-111876505217293394?l=whispers-of-nayadewa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whispers-of-nayadewa.blogspot.com/feeds/111876505217293394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10934443&amp;postID=111876505217293394' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10934443/posts/default/111876505217293394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10934443/posts/default/111876505217293394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whispers-of-nayadewa.blogspot.com/2005/06/dont-wanna-sound-full-of-myself-or.html' title=''/><author><name>Jyukkie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10209106864945729823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2rxIv1_-bIw/S6S2X0qTl4I/AAAAAAAAAAM/WO7C83jJ3UU/S220/DSC00950.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10934443.post-111865853268906071</id><published>2005-06-13T18:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-13T18:28:52.693+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ret Roose</title><content type='html'>Goyang Dombret cruning away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm what to blog about today. Haha. I got nothing to blog. Mangkuk hayun... waste time only. At least worked out my fingers. erm I'll blog again. A lot later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buai.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10934443-111865853268906071?l=whispers-of-nayadewa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whispers-of-nayadewa.blogspot.com/feeds/111865853268906071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10934443&amp;postID=111865853268906071' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10934443/posts/default/111865853268906071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10934443/posts/default/111865853268906071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whispers-of-nayadewa.blogspot.com/2005/06/ret-roose.html' title='Ret Roose'/><author><name>Jyukkie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10209106864945729823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2rxIv1_-bIw/S6S2X0qTl4I/AAAAAAAAAAM/WO7C83jJ3UU/S220/DSC00950.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10934443.post-111860167280440474</id><published>2005-06-13T02:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-13T02:41:12.806+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Predict</title><content type='html'>[Reads minds]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know. Everybody would wana be a trend-setter. Aww, dun tell me u dun want to. Liar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would want to, but I dun have the drive to. Get me? But think about it, it won't gain or lose ur worth. So, dun worry so march.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Don't think about dying.&lt;br /&gt;- Don't think about hating.&lt;br /&gt;- Don't think about -ve points.&lt;br /&gt;Just think about me? Haha. Thasss enuff. ok kid u can get back to ur room now.&lt;br /&gt;-Cya later for breakfast honey-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10934443-111860167280440474?l=whispers-of-nayadewa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whispers-of-nayadewa.blogspot.com/feeds/111860167280440474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10934443&amp;postID=111860167280440474' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10934443/posts/default/111860167280440474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10934443/posts/default/111860167280440474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whispers-of-nayadewa.blogspot.com/2005/06/predict.html' title='Predict'/><author><name>Jyukkie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10209106864945729823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2rxIv1_-bIw/S6S2X0qTl4I/AAAAAAAAAAM/WO7C83jJ3UU/S220/DSC00950.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10934443.post-111854895720331422</id><published>2005-06-12T11:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-12T12:02:37.206+08:00</updated><title type='text'>100 Days with Mr Arrogant</title><content type='html'>heh. Let's see what we had in store yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Went for a meeting. Was late around 2 hours. When I arrived, they were about to go have their early lunch. Poor me, wasted buckz on a cab. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;- After the early lunch at Kampong Chai Chee, zizie, seri and me went all around in TM and found Andrew, Jerm, Derrick and Alvin. We also coincidentally met Hydil and Afiq, who were about to sent the our class t shirt design to the factory. We all met in the arcade. They were busy playin Time Crisis, then proceeded on to Daytona. Alvin was a pro. Haha. Talked on the phone while driving, he got the best lap time, but he was last in the race in the end. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;- Then seri had to go already. So left me and zizie, wandering about and waiting at McDz for Athirah to come to Tamp.&lt;br /&gt;- Athirah arrived and we went off to take the bus to the airport, to study.&lt;br /&gt;- Yeah we studied, maths and physics at the Mcdz in the Airport. And went off about four plus five like that. Then Zizie and me went to meet her sis and her cuz at Suntec.&lt;br /&gt;- We chilled at Starbucks for a while and listen to Ella blabbering about how she's gonna start hitting on any guys who are filthy rich. She claimed she would go out with any guy whose rich, dun care about his appearance and age and all, just as long as that guy's rich. Well, all I can do is to keep quiet and support her all the way. You go Ella.&lt;br /&gt;- Had a good laugh, then we went off to Esplanade, there's Jazz, and 5 weird ppl walking around, 3 covered in paint and the other two were like undertakers or sth.&lt;br /&gt;- Then around 8 plus to nine, had to go off. So yeah took the MRT and reached home at around 10.&lt;br /&gt;- Then sat down with my brother at the living room, watched 100 Days with Mr Arrogant. It was cool but I managed to watch the climax, the falling action and the resolution only. Then I felt really sick and so I went off to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Yah that was yesterday. Now listening to Thursday - Nice songs [recommended by zizie]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10934443-111854895720331422?l=whispers-of-nayadewa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whispers-of-nayadewa.blogspot.com/feeds/111854895720331422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10934443&amp;postID=111854895720331422' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10934443/posts/default/111854895720331422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10934443/posts/default/111854895720331422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whispers-of-nayadewa.blogspot.com/2005/06/100-days-with-mr-arrogant.html' title='100 Days with Mr Arrogant'/><author><name>Jyukkie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10209106864945729823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2rxIv1_-bIw/S6S2X0qTl4I/AAAAAAAAAAM/WO7C83jJ3UU/S220/DSC00950.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10934443.post-111841390991409387</id><published>2005-06-10T22:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-10T22:31:49.920+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Such Fun</title><content type='html'>Tuition was great fun. Tutor's cool. Hmm, after meeting the two tutors, I am already drilled to work hard for my Os. haha. I never finish talking about how determined I am ey? Well, not until this thing is over and done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She asked " What dya wana do after ur Os?"&lt;br /&gt;As usual I answered, " I am planning to go to JC, that is..."&lt;br /&gt;and yeah, she just nodded and said, "well whatever it is, English is still Important and yar... You must at least pass or ace it, so that ur future will be sealed, at least..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think now is the Idol season. On Malaysian Channel, Malaysian Idol... On Indonesian Channel, Indonesian Idol... I wonder when will Singapore hold their next SIngapore Idol. Hey. It should actually be Singaporean Idol ey? hehe. Gasak dierlah yer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's one of the Indonesian Idol Judges, he is the splitting image of Anuar Zain, only a bit more tengek and funny. hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok. Tomorrow I have to go to Sunplaza for a meeting... more like advance party for the NCOs. Blagh. The sound of that title just irks me. Yarkz. Seriously, I need to step down fast or sth. Then cn really concentrate on DNT, den devote myslf to other subjects.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[When the pimp's in the crib ma. When a bitch's tryna getatcha. If a ni**a got an attitude.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chinchilla is so cute! Haha. I mean Pharrell. He is so cool and all I can really watch his videos like for forever. Applies to my other Idols that I have in store. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;Like for real, Pharrell. Jay, my soul. Edison, He melts me. Kenshin just slashes me deep. Keitaro surprises me. Takumi make me admire him for his personality. Kyo is so hot and cool. How can I forget Hakkai? Oh my Oh my...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess the blog's all about me and me and me and Fantasy?&lt;br /&gt;No harm ey... it's not as if many ppl noe about this blog. Anyway, publicised coz it's cool. Haha. Whaaaaaaa am I talking about. Oh well... Hey Sang Bintang's on! heh. I wish they show cool dangdut. So yeah don't phunk with my heart?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just like My Style ok Justin Timberlake? Yep. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Initial D - I want to watch I want to watch I want to watch I want to watch I want to watch..... I want to watch]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10934443-111841390991409387?l=whispers-of-nayadewa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whispers-of-nayadewa.blogspot.com/feeds/111841390991409387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10934443&amp;postID=111841390991409387' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10934443/posts/default/111841390991409387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10934443/posts/default/111841390991409387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whispers-of-nayadewa.blogspot.com/2005/06/such-fun.html' title='Such Fun'/><author><name>Jyukkie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10209106864945729823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2rxIv1_-bIw/S6S2X0qTl4I/AAAAAAAAAAM/WO7C83jJ3UU/S220/DSC00950.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10934443.post-111839946119628333</id><published>2005-06-10T18:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-10T18:31:01.200+08:00</updated><title type='text'>We Weren't Rich</title><content type='html'>Guess what. I went to school. Yay.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10934443-111839946119628333?l=whispers-of-nayadewa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whispers-of-nayadewa.blogspot.com/feeds/111839946119628333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10934443&amp;postID=111839946119628333' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10934443/posts/default/111839946119628333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10934443/posts/default/111839946119628333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whispers-of-nayadewa.blogspot.com/2005/06/we-werent-rich.html' title='We Weren&apos;t Rich'/><author><name>Jyukkie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10209106864945729823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2rxIv1_-bIw/S6S2X0qTl4I/AAAAAAAAAAM/WO7C83jJ3UU/S220/DSC00950.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10934443.post-111833121654462525</id><published>2005-06-09T23:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-09T23:40:07.120+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm so Thrown</title><content type='html'>She was kinda ok. POA was fine tonight. Missed Joey. Again. How sad can that be? Heh. But then again, it's just another cool comedy.&lt;br /&gt;I've been messing around with templates these days. Mebbe I can safely say that's one of my plain hobbies, apart from collecting and reading Manga and lazing around my ghetto. Listening to Confessions Part II rite now. And it's finished.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NICE AND SLOW cruning into my eardrums rite now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whose Line Is It Anyway? is way too damn cool. Hah. My brother and I can laugh till we fart man! I mean they are so spontaneous and my personal fave cast has to be Colin Mochrie, he's such a sport and all, I wish I had an open mind like his. But still, he's from the west and has diff personality than what an eastern like me should have. I can't possibly have a west culture instilled inside moi... could i?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm. Edison Chen is crazily melting me, although I heard he's a self-conceiter. haha. But no harm what. I mean he has the looks and the hots stuffs, if I were him, i'll either be a very self-conceiter or a very heck-care person. yearp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SUPERSTAR playing rite now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Erm I'm sposta-b doin my DNT Folio rite now, but I end up fondling away on HTML Codes and templates, even end up typing in an entry here. I feel so relieved when my frens commented positively on the new template I made for my other shared Blog. Heh. Phew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess what? My POA tutor lives a block away from me. Hah hah. That cool or wat. I wonder if my EL tutor's gonna be a neigbour of some sort. Heh. It would be cool of he/she is someone who's really good, I'm really determine to work hard man. Hah. Hah. You know I actually thought to myself, "yeah rite Arjuna, all talk but no action..." heh. That maybe somewhat true, coz just look at my DNT Folio. But I bet some day I will be able to finish it off. Eventually.&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, all talk no action? Just you wait and see, Mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Playing on the System -- Confessions Part I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Usher sings "but i've been doing it so wrong, and I want you to noe that."&lt;br /&gt;ohyah. I think i'm done. Gonna confess to you my love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I love you. Heh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10934443-111833121654462525?l=whispers-of-nayadewa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whispers-of-nayadewa.blogspot.com/feeds/111833121654462525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10934443&amp;postID=111833121654462525' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10934443/posts/default/111833121654462525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10934443/posts/default/111833121654462525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whispers-of-nayadewa.blogspot.com/2005/06/im-so-thrown.html' title='I&apos;m so Thrown'/><author><name>Jyukkie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10209106864945729823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2rxIv1_-bIw/S6S2X0qTl4I/AAAAAAAAAAM/WO7C83jJ3UU/S220/DSC00950.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10934443.post-111816837008003837</id><published>2005-06-08T02:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-08T02:19:30.093+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back.</title><content type='html'>Yeah safely returned to my hometown. Had a great time there. Erm completed 60 km of bike riding. Woman survivor as wat Syahiran and Hizwan proclaimed me. Haha. Well the last 5 mins of our journey was a drama scene. Zulaiha's chain just snapped off due to the change of gears. But everyone was safe and all I could do was to be thankful. Boat ride was too long and just nice for a short nap. The resort was paradise. Not that much of it... just mosquito bites here and there... countless of bites. Erm... First girl to reach destinations, first person to finish meals, first person got injured, first person to tuck in to bed and last person to get ready. Haha. Hmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally returned home after mom fetched me from Changi Village. Ate my late lunch... and napped off at three afternoon, dreaming about sth so ridiculous, about swimming or sth Haha. That's all I can recall. ey wat else. Oh yar.. Woke up at 11 plus at night and finished off my mom's cooking. Downloaded Edison Chen's video and boy, he's cute or wat? Haha i fell in love for an instance. Not that I noe how it is to be in love or anything of that sort... Just that his face is so damn gorgeoulistic. Haha. Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listening to Classic dangdut playing on the radio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Radio. Speaking of that... I have a schoolmate, very semangat go and make his own radio station for his friends to hear and for him to improve on his English Language. hah. He talked in a cute manner that made me felt either sorry or into hysterical laughters. Heh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My biggest worry... DNT. Folio either I finished it up today. And later go to school. Or I finish it up tomorrow and lusa I come to school. I have to man. This concerns my O Levels. haha. Oh well better get it over and done with so that I have plenty of time on Combined Humanities and POA. Oh yar. Speaking of which, my mom just somewhat have some private tutor come to our house for tuition. Me and my bro. Yeah. I hope it's beneficial and stuff. Well after DNT next up is NCO Course then I can rest and revise peacefully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to go cycle again man... although hurts my ass a lot. Kinda fun and adventurous. Wish zizie came along. It would be fun'ner'. Voleyballs. Clean sea water to swim in. Loadsa pictures. Roommate wit Ms Zahira and watching Independence Day. Ate at Restoran Rolizawati. yeah. Loadsa fun. Can't wait to get them pictures. And oh yar. The sickening part was having to wake up that early and being the last to wake up. Haha. Everyone was practically waitin for me. Aikz, felt guilty but made a wall-fronted face. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah Revise Revise Revise. And No More Jokes. Blegh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10934443-111816837008003837?l=whispers-of-nayadewa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whispers-of-nayadewa.blogspot.com/feeds/111816837008003837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10934443&amp;postID=111816837008003837' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10934443/posts/default/111816837008003837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10934443/posts/default/111816837008003837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whispers-of-nayadewa.blogspot.com/2005/06/back.html' title='Back.'/><author><name>Jyukkie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10209106864945729823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2rxIv1_-bIw/S6S2X0qTl4I/AAAAAAAAAAM/WO7C83jJ3UU/S220/DSC00950.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10934443.post-111798890916283466</id><published>2005-06-06T00:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-06T00:28:29.166+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bye</title><content type='html'>heh. Later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10934443-111798890916283466?l=whispers-of-nayadewa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whispers-of-nayadewa.blogspot.com/feeds/111798890916283466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10934443&amp;postID=111798890916283466' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10934443/posts/default/111798890916283466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10934443/posts/default/111798890916283466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whispers-of-nayadewa.blogspot.com/2005/06/bye.html' title='Bye'/><author><name>Jyukkie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10209106864945729823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2rxIv1_-bIw/S6S2X0qTl4I/AAAAAAAAAAM/WO7C83jJ3UU/S220/DSC00950.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10934443.post-111770437036728332</id><published>2005-06-02T17:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-02T17:26:10.373+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hilang dari pandangan</title><content type='html'>heh. 3rd day of study camp already. And tomorrow is the big show down. I have to complete the whole of my folio and show it proudly to Hazmi. heh heh. I hope I can keep the promise. I will. I can and I must. Yeah. Btw these days, I like to play basketball. Heh. Not that I am so into Jay Chou dat I find it cool... and I start to follow wat he likes. No no nothing of that sort. It's just that it's been such a long time since I last played any game, be it basketball, soccer, badminton, floorball, captain ball and stuff... so I am tryna in a way relief myself from stress and be as stress-free as  possible. Haha not that I have the slightest problem about stress. Truthfully, to be so stressful about stuffz are just too much too ask. Haha. I can safely say that I am not stress at all. Serious man. Should always be thankful even tho u dun like the outcome or anything, you just havta go with the flow, y'see? yeah you might think I am one very optimistic person and yeah I have no 'pendirian sendiri' or anything ahha... but that's just a nature of me, to just give in, look at stuff on the brightest side as possibly as I can, and push away all possible-sadness dat i might get. Haha. Hmm I read back all the other entries of mine, the first few entries have been quite emo and all, haha I guess that's not the real me. I mean that THAT was me last time. Now I think I've changed. At least for the betta? Haha..  No seriously... haha. [Tell you the truth again, I just dun like conflicts to happen, who likes? I mean yeah no one likes conflicts to occur but they do know how to rise one up. Heh certain ppl I must say. Bad Bad. But oh well... maybe I am just not an argue'er' ]                                                                                                                                                              &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Legend says: Argue'er' [in my context] = a person who likes to argue a lot and come up with complicated reasons or                                                                               sometimes desperate reasons to defend your say&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10934443-111770437036728332?l=whispers-of-nayadewa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whispers-of-nayadewa.blogspot.com/feeds/111770437036728332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10934443&amp;postID=111770437036728332' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10934443/posts/default/111770437036728332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10934443/posts/default/111770437036728332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whispers-of-nayadewa.blogspot.com/2005/06/hilang-dari-pandangan.html' title='Hilang dari pandangan'/><author><name>Jyukkie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10209106864945729823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2rxIv1_-bIw/S6S2X0qTl4I/AAAAAAAAAAM/WO7C83jJ3UU/S220/DSC00950.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10934443.post-111755029380436524</id><published>2005-05-31T22:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-31T22:38:13.836+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/94/3673/640/collage5.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #660000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/94/3673/320/collage5.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before and After. Walla. I cut'ed' my hairx again. Hmm much much shorter, and this will surely grow to become the real Jay Chou's hairstyle!! Wahha dreams can always be achievable neh? Anyway, it was out of the blue. Had intention tho. The idea was there. Den wen actually the plan was to get my vroom vroom fixed, at last, cancel plan, instead had to follow my mom to the market... den I took the opportunity, asked my mom and ta dah... my hair's length gone shorter. Heh. Hmm. I hope I won't have a complete bad hair day tomorrow. Haha. But I feel so light up above and I certainly do not need to clip my hair or 'tahan' the irritating fringe with my fingers. Annoying arse. Oh well... what's done has already done. Had some motivational talk just now. Taught us to forget the past and look forward to the future. Success is wen u achieve in 7 things. And yada yada yada the list goes on. Kinda crappy and interesting, contradictly. Hmm there's such a word? Oh heck... Ok blogged much later. Tomorrow the 2nd day of the study camp which apparently the welfare sucks to the core or sth.. haha how can dey expect us to study on an empty stomach or wat... some ppl just fail in things like dis. Disorganise and all. But oh well, I'll treat this like normal school hours and treat it as though the only holiday for me is on mon and tue, that's wen I go Johor for the cycling trip. Yeah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10934443-111755029380436524?l=whispers-of-nayadewa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whispers-of-nayadewa.blogspot.com/feeds/111755029380436524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10934443&amp;postID=111755029380436524' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10934443/posts/default/111755029380436524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10934443/posts/default/111755029380436524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whispers-of-nayadewa.blogspot.com/2005/05/before-and-after.html' title=''/><author><name>Jyukkie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10209106864945729823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2rxIv1_-bIw/S6S2X0qTl4I/AAAAAAAAAAM/WO7C83jJ3UU/S220/DSC00950.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10934443.post-111747156349024920</id><published>2005-05-31T00:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-31T00:46:03.496+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Done</title><content type='html'>GCE O Level Malay Language - Done&lt;br /&gt;It's in between of screwed up and acing it. Haha. I think the paper's was a can-handle category, needs lotsa common sense and well... what's left to say but to just wait patiently, neh?&lt;br /&gt;actually not quite. We still have oral and listening compre.&lt;br /&gt;Nightmare for Oral.&lt;br /&gt;Fantasy for Listening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, just now went out and bought my DNT materials for the folio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I bought 4 volumes of  Saiyuki Reloaded while waiting for vol 10 of Furuba. haha. I want to get my hands on Tsubasa... looks kinda interesting.&lt;br /&gt;Initial D is launching on the 23rd of June. I gotta go watch! Haha. I've watched the anime version and it's cool. Currently still on 1st Stage. Still 3 more stages to go.&lt;br /&gt;The Manga for Saiyuki Reloaded are so awesome!&lt;br /&gt;Vol 2, 3 and 4 offers a postcard for free... and the postcard is cool man! I mean, showing picz of Hakkai, Sanzo and Goku in their cool poses. Woohoo. Too bad no Sexy Gojyo. haaha. And their manga presentation aced the biz man. It's way too cool for a manga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm everytime I'm hooked to a manga/anime, i'll go all-praising it! Haha. I am so thankful that I am enjoying wat I choose. But man, it's Japanime and all. Addictive as it be, I m continuing on this journey no matter how tough it's goin to get. haha. I wonder what that meant. hmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;k enuff said bout those stuff.&lt;br /&gt;Next worry&gt; DNT Folio.&lt;br /&gt;Yep. My coursework. I really do hope to get a disticintion for it. I heard those ppl doin coursework has a very high chance in doing well for their 'O's. yeah rite. i wish that would happen in my case of laziness. heh. Gonna really work hard in damn June Holz and really concentrate hard on DNT. Den, bye bye DNT and hello EL, EM, CH, CS and POA. Time to diggg in on them rite away after I'm settled with DNT. Hope Theory's gonna b piece of cake like those in the MIDZ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;H.m.m.&lt;br /&gt;Study Camp Commencement tomorrow. I hope it is beneficial to the candidates. They really need this time to work on their weaklings. Like my class, majority of us are bad in Combined Science/Humanities and POA. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;History of my academic performance:&lt;br /&gt;As a child I was very strong in my Languages. I aced it during Primary School. Well what can you say, those were kinda easy peasy. Maths was my ultimate disturbance of a chance in hell. haha. Well science&gt;&gt;&gt; Primary 3 I manage to get first in class but as the topics grew harder, I lost my touch and toppled over.&lt;br /&gt;Secondary School life - time to pull up my socks&lt;br /&gt;I concentrated lesser on my languages and more on my Maths. The result was expected. i did so good in Maths but failed to improve better for Languages. I was like a constant pass and didn't go anywhere, neither up nor down.&lt;br /&gt;Den there came History. Boy I knew the facts, they were easy to understand. But the part where comes the essays and the qns asked... haha kinda made me all confused and all.... lose the purpose and didnt do well in this particular ass.&lt;br /&gt;Sec3 - my ML was cool. EL was bluek. Science was measurable. Combined Humanities was rotten. POA was superb and maths was fine.&lt;br /&gt;Sec 4 - my ML became an instant rubbish. EL was measurable. Science went disaster. Combined Humanities decomposed. POA went down the drain and maths was fine.&lt;br /&gt;Heh decipher that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Why is there a need for murder, when u are your own trouble.]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10934443-111747156349024920?l=whispers-of-nayadewa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whispers-of-nayadewa.blogspot.com/feeds/111747156349024920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10934443&amp;postID=111747156349024920' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10934443/posts/default/111747156349024920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10934443/posts/default/111747156349024920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whispers-of-nayadewa.blogspot.com/2005/05/done.html' title='Done'/><author><name>Jyukkie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10209106864945729823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2rxIv1_-bIw/S6S2X0qTl4I/AAAAAAAAAAM/WO7C83jJ3UU/S220/DSC00950.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10934443.post-111738790387117976</id><published>2005-05-30T01:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-30T01:31:43.876+08:00</updated><title type='text'>GCE O Level Mother Tongue</title><content type='html'>30th May 2005&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe. This is it.&lt;br /&gt;The showdown. The time has come.&lt;br /&gt;Today is the GCE O Levels for Mother Tongue. I am taking Malay Language by the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Confirmation slip&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Pens and pencils&lt;br /&gt;&gt; NRIC/EZlink&lt;br /&gt;&gt;My preserved soul&lt;br /&gt;&gt;My calm spirit&lt;br /&gt;&gt; some food for later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK. Tell the truth I have no idea what is going to appear in later's paper. Seriously, I think the other candidates are experiencing the same thing as I do.&lt;br /&gt;Hmm.&lt;br /&gt;Pretty nervous. My first very major examination.&lt;br /&gt;I think I can. Yes. haha. Aim : at least a distinction&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my Mid Year Grades for ML: C5 [haha. Nvr got a c5 for ML b4]&lt;br /&gt;OK let me get my mind straight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paper 1:&lt;br /&gt;Bahagian A&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Karangan Berformat&lt;br /&gt;- Surat Kiriman rasmi/tak rasmi&lt;br /&gt;- Dialog/ Wawancara&lt;br /&gt;-Ucapan/Syarahan&lt;br /&gt;- Laporan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bahagian B:&lt;br /&gt;- Deskriptif&lt;br /&gt;- Naratif&lt;br /&gt;- Argumentatif&lt;br /&gt;- Imaginatif&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&gt; Never to menyeleweng&lt;br /&gt;--&gt; answer the question given&lt;br /&gt;--&gt; manage time wisely&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paper 2:&lt;br /&gt;a1 - one answer out of four choices [choose wisely, make a wise choice]&lt;br /&gt;a2 - peribahasa [what make sense is the correctest answer]&lt;br /&gt;a3 - bina ayat [the ayat must explain the given word/phrase]&lt;br /&gt;a4 - prosedur kloz [the clues are in the passage]&lt;br /&gt;Bahagian B:&lt;br /&gt;Kefahaman Objektif [really read properly for answers]&lt;br /&gt;Kefahaman Subjektif [use 'ajinomoto'. Answer the qn. Common sense needed. Be careful of 'sikap' qns.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm. I hope for my Paper 1 to be a breeze.&lt;br /&gt;Then again, I dunno what lies ahead of me.&lt;br /&gt;I just need to persevere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bismillahirrahmanirrahim&lt;br /&gt;[Hakkai. Jay. Kyo. Takumi. Kenshin. Bu. Ayah. Kakak. Abang. Zizie. Fatin. Ella. Naq. YA Allah Ya Tuhanku.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[I really need to ace dis. Give me the strength.]&lt;br /&gt;-Amin ya rabbal alamin-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10934443-111738790387117976?l=whispers-of-nayadewa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whispers-of-nayadewa.blogspot.com/feeds/111738790387117976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10934443&amp;postID=111738790387117976' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10934443/posts/default/111738790387117976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10934443/posts/default/111738790387117976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whispers-of-nayadewa.blogspot.com/2005/05/gce-o-level-mother-tongue.html' title='GCE O Level Mother Tongue'/><author><name>Jyukkie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10209106864945729823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2rxIv1_-bIw/S6S2X0qTl4I/AAAAAAAAAAM/WO7C83jJ3UU/S220/DSC00950.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10934443.post-111737980279890634</id><published>2005-05-29T23:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-29T23:16:42.803+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/94/3673/640/lan%20qiu%20lan%20qiu.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #660000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/94/3673/320/lan%20qiu%20lan%20qiu.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah mark me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10934443-111737980279890634?l=whispers-of-nayadewa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whispers-of-nayadewa.blogspot.com/feeds/111737980279890634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10934443&amp;postID=111737980279890634' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10934443/posts/default/111737980279890634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10934443/posts/default/111737980279890634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whispers-of-nayadewa.blogspot.com/2005/05/yeah-mark-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Jyukkie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10209106864945729823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2rxIv1_-bIw/S6S2X0qTl4I/AAAAAAAAAAM/WO7C83jJ3UU/S220/DSC00950.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10934443.post-111737978655862068</id><published>2005-05-29T23:16:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-29T23:16:26.560+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/94/3673/640/la%20la%20la%20la.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #660000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/94/3673/320/la%20la%20la%20la.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Strum Strum my way. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10934443-111737978655862068?l=whispers-of-nayadewa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whispers-of-nayadewa.blogspot.com/feeds/111737978655862068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10934443&amp;postID=111737978655862068' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10934443/posts/default/111737978655862068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10934443/posts/default/111737978655862068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whispers-of-nayadewa.blogspot.com/2005/05/strum-strum-my-way.html' title=''/><author><name>Jyukkie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10209106864945729823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2rxIv1_-bIw/S6S2X0qTl4I/AAAAAAAAAAM/WO7C83jJ3UU/S220/DSC00950.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10934443.post-111737976841943536</id><published>2005-05-29T23:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-29T23:16:08.423+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/94/3673/640/silat.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #660000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/94/3673/320/silat.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No want can get away from me. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10934443-111737976841943536?l=whispers-of-nayadewa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whispers-of-nayadewa.blogspot.com/feeds/111737976841943536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10934443&amp;postID=111737976841943536' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10934443/posts/default/111737976841943536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10934443/posts/default/111737976841943536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whispers-of-nayadewa.blogspot.com/2005/05/no-want-can-get-away-from-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Jyukkie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10209106864945729823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2rxIv1_-bIw/S6S2X0qTl4I/AAAAAAAAAAM/WO7C83jJ3UU/S220/DSC00950.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10934443.post-111737975319913765</id><published>2005-05-29T23:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-29T23:15:53.200+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/94/3673/640/youre%20mine%20mine%20mine.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #660000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/94/3673/320/youre%20mine%20mine%20mine.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it cold in the theatre? Haha I want to cuddle that!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10934443-111737975319913765?l=whispers-of-nayadewa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whispers-of-nayadewa.blogspot.com/feeds/111737975319913765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10934443&amp;postID=111737975319913765' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10934443/posts/default/111737975319913765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10934443/posts/default/111737975319913765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whispers-of-nayadewa.blogspot.com/2005/05/is-it-cold-in-theatre-haha-i-want-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Jyukkie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10209106864945729823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2rxIv1_-bIw/S6S2X0qTl4I/AAAAAAAAAAM/WO7C83jJ3UU/S220/DSC00950.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10934443.post-111737972450108236</id><published>2005-05-29T23:15:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-29T23:15:24.506+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/94/3673/640/heh%20cute%20boy.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #660000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/94/3673/320/heh%20cute%20boy.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is so cute. Haha Kawaii desu ne~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10934443-111737972450108236?l=whispers-of-nayadewa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whispers-of-nayadewa.blogspot.com/feeds/111737972450108236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10934443&amp;postID=111737972450108236' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10934443/posts/default/111737972450108236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10934443/posts/default/111737972450108236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whispers-of-nayadewa.blogspot.com/2005/05/this-is-so-cute.html' title=''/><author><name>Jyukkie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10209106864945729823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2rxIv1_-bIw/S6S2X0qTl4I/AAAAAAAAAAM/WO7C83jJ3UU/S220/DSC00950.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10934443.post-111737970756371210</id><published>2005-05-29T23:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-29T23:15:07.566+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/94/3673/640/my%20score.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #660000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/94/3673/320/my%20score.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best slam. This is way too cool.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10934443-111737970756371210?l=whispers-of-nayadewa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whispers-of-nayadewa.blogspot.com/feeds/111737970756371210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10934443&amp;postID=111737970756371210' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10934443/posts/default/111737970756371210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10934443/posts/default/111737970756371210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whispers-of-nayadewa.blogspot.com/2005/05/best-slam.html' title=''/><author><name>Jyukkie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10209106864945729823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2rxIv1_-bIw/S6S2X0qTl4I/AAAAAAAAAAM/WO7C83jJ3UU/S220/DSC00950.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10934443.post-111737969066464016</id><published>2005-05-29T23:14:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-29T23:14:50.666+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/94/3673/640/yeah%20like%20dis%20see.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #660000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/94/3673/320/yeah%20like%20dis%20see.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You've got to do this in other to encounter his qi. Block his ren and his yin yang will be attacked. Haha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10934443-111737969066464016?l=whispers-of-nayadewa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whispers-of-nayadewa.blogspot.com/feeds/111737969066464016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10934443&amp;postID=111737969066464016' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10934443/posts/default/111737969066464016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10934443/posts/default/111737969066464016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whispers-of-nayadewa.blogspot.com/2005/05/youve-got-to-do-this-in-other-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Jyukkie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10209106864945729823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2rxIv1_-bIw/S6S2X0qTl4I/AAAAAAAAAAM/WO7C83jJ3UU/S220/DSC00950.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10934443.post-111737964839476015</id><published>2005-05-29T23:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-29T23:14:08.393+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/94/3673/640/heh%20goggle%20so%20big.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #660000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/94/3673/320/heh%20goggle%20so%20big.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vroom Vroom&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10934443-111737964839476015?l=whispers-of-nayadewa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whispers-of-nayadewa.blogspot.com/feeds/111737964839476015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10934443&amp;postID=111737964839476015' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10934443/posts/default/111737964839476015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10934443/posts/default/111737964839476015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whispers-of-nayadewa.blogspot.com/2005/05/vroom-vroom.html' title=''/><author><name>Jyukkie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10209106864945729823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2rxIv1_-bIw/S6S2X0qTl4I/AAAAAAAAAAM/WO7C83jJ3UU/S220/DSC00950.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10934443.post-111737962491468744</id><published>2005-05-29T23:13:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-29T23:13:44.916+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/94/3673/640/shou.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #660000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/94/3673/320/shou.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think this is Dou Niu Performance.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10934443-111737962491468744?l=whispers-of-nayadewa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whispers-of-nayadewa.blogspot.com/feeds/111737962491468744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10934443&amp;postID=111737962491468744' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10934443/posts/default/111737962491468744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10934443/posts/default/111737962491468744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whispers-of-nayadewa.blogspot.com/2005/05/i-think-this-is-dou-niu-performance.html' title=''/><author><name>Jyukkie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10209106864945729823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2rxIv1_-bIw/S6S2X0qTl4I/AAAAAAAAAAM/WO7C83jJ3UU/S220/DSC00950.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10934443.post-111737959741125531</id><published>2005-05-29T23:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-29T23:13:17.410+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/94/3673/640/in%20the%20lift.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #660000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/94/3673/320/in%20the%20lift.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blue Hat. Back View. Cool stuff. I love you. haha *shy shy*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10934443-111737959741125531?l=whispers-of-nayadewa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whispers-of-nayadewa.blogspot.com/feeds/111737959741125531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10934443&amp;postID=111737959741125531' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10934443/posts/default/111737959741125531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10934443/posts/default/111737959741125531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whispers-of-nayadewa.blogspot.com/2005/05/blue-hat.html' title=''/><author><name>Jyukkie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10209106864945729823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2rxIv1_-bIw/S6S2X0qTl4I/AAAAAAAAAAM/WO7C83jJ3UU/S220/DSC00950.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10934443.post-111737953978174332</id><published>2005-05-29T23:12:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-29T23:12:19.783+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/94/3673/640/yeah%20my%20finger.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #660000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/94/3673/320/yeah%20my%20finger.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One finger stand. Don't break it. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10934443-111737953978174332?l=whispers-of-nayadewa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whispers-of-nayadewa.blogspot.com/feeds/111737953978174332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10934443&amp;postID=111737953978174332' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10934443/posts/default/111737953978174332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10934443/posts/default/111737953978174332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whispers-of-nayadewa.blogspot.com/2005/05/one-finger-stand.html' title=''/><author><name>Jyukkie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10209106864945729823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2rxIv1_-bIw/S6S2X0qTl4I/AAAAAAAAAAM/WO7C83jJ3UU/S220/DSC00950.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10934443.post-111737952309243558</id><published>2005-05-29T23:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-29T23:12:03.093+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/94/3673/640/hair%20urs.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #660000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/94/3673/320/hair%20urs.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thish hairstyle is some what interesting...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10934443-111737952309243558?l=whispers-of-nayadewa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whispers-of-nayadewa.blogspot.com/feeds/111737952309243558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10934443&amp;postID=111737952309243558' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10934443/posts/default/111737952309243558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10934443/posts/default/111737952309243558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whispers-of-nayadewa.blogspot.com/2005/05/thish-hairstyle-is-some-what.html' title=''/><author><name>Jyukkie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10209106864945729823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2rxIv1_-bIw/S6S2X0qTl4I/AAAAAAAAAAM/WO7C83jJ3UU/S220/DSC00950.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10934443.post-111737949754532360</id><published>2005-05-29T23:11:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-29T23:11:37.546+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/94/3673/640/no%20more%20heroes.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #660000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/94/3673/320/no%20more%20heroes.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No more heroes. Yeah that's rite. You're the hero.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10934443-111737949754532360?l=whispers-of-nayadewa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whispers-of-nayadewa.blogspot.com/feeds/111737949754532360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10934443&amp;postID=111737949754532360' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10934443/posts/default/111737949754532360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10934443/posts/default/111737949754532360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whispers-of-nayadewa.blogspot.com/2005/05/no-more-heroes.html' title=''/><author><name>Jyukkie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10209106864945729823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2rxIv1_-bIw/S6S2X0qTl4I/AAAAAAAAAAM/WO7C83jJ3UU/S220/DSC00950.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10934443.post-111737946241989273</id><published>2005-05-29T23:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-29T23:11:02.423+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/94/3673/640/yeah%20dunk.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #660000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/94/3673/320/yeah%20dunk.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the way we jam yeah baby&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10934443-111737946241989273?l=whispers-of-nayadewa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whispers-of-nayadewa.blogspot.com/feeds/111737946241989273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10934443&amp;postID=111737946241989273' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10934443/posts/default/111737946241989273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10934443/posts/default/111737946241989273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whispers-of-nayadewa.blogspot.com/2005/05/this-is-way-we-jam-yeah-baby.html' title=''/><author><name>Jyukkie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10209106864945729823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2rxIv1_-bIw/S6S2X0qTl4I/AAAAAAAAAAM/WO7C83jJ3UU/S220/DSC00950.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10934443.post-111737941809135691</id><published>2005-05-29T23:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-29T23:10:18.093+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/94/3673/640/yo.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #660000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/94/3673/320/yo.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My bling bling or my basketball?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10934443-111737941809135691?l=whispers-of-nayadewa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whispers-of-nayadewa.blogspot.com/feeds/111737941809135691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10934443&amp;postID=111737941809135691' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10934443/posts/default/111737941809135691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10934443/posts/default/111737941809135691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whispers-of-nayadewa.blogspot.com/2005/05/my-bling-bling-or-my-basketball.html' title=''/><author><name>Jyukkie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10209106864945729823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2rxIv1_-bIw/S6S2X0qTl4I/AAAAAAAAAAM/WO7C83jJ3UU/S220/DSC00950.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10934443.post-111737938125751608</id><published>2005-05-29T23:09:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-29T23:09:41.260+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/94/3673/640/this%20is.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #660000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/94/3673/320/this%20is.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my territory&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10934443-111737938125751608?l=whispers-of-nayadewa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whispers-of-nayadewa.blogspot.com/feeds/111737938125751608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10934443&amp;postID=111737938125751608' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10934443/posts/default/111737938125751608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10934443/posts/default/111737938125751608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whispers-of-nayadewa.blogspot.com/2005/05/this-is-my-territory.html' title=''/><author><name>Jyukkie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10209106864945729823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2rxIv1_-bIw/S6S2X0qTl4I/AAAAAAAAAAM/WO7C83jJ3UU/S220/DSC00950.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10934443.post-111737935224353091</id><published>2005-05-29T23:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-29T23:09:12.246+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/94/3673/640/dribble%20technique.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #660000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/94/3673/320/dribble%20technique.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is how you dribble ok?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10934443-111737935224353091?l=whispers-of-nayadewa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whispers-of-nayadewa.blogspot.com/feeds/111737935224353091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10934443&amp;postID=111737935224353091' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10934443/posts/default/111737935224353091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10934443/posts/default/111737935224353091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whispers-of-nayadewa.blogspot.com/2005/05/this-is-how-you-dribble-ok.html' title=''/><author><name>Jyukkie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10209106864945729823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2rxIv1_-bIw/S6S2X0qTl4I/AAAAAAAAAAM/WO7C83jJ3UU/S220/DSC00950.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10934443.post-111737931538422937</id><published>2005-05-29T23:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-29T23:08:35.410+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/94/3673/640/gitar%20kelab.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #660000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/94/3673/320/gitar%20kelab.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;guitar club&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10934443-111737931538422937?l=whispers-of-nayadewa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whispers-of-nayadewa.blogspot.com/feeds/111737931538422937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10934443&amp;postID=111737931538422937' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10934443/posts/default/111737931538422937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10934443/posts/default/111737931538422937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whispers-of-nayadewa.blogspot.com/2005/05/guitar-club.html' title=''/><author><name>Jyukkie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10209106864945729823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2rxIv1_-bIw/S6S2X0qTl4I/AAAAAAAAAAM/WO7C83jJ3UU/S220/DSC00950.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10934443.post-111730322041261085</id><published>2005-05-29T01:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-29T02:00:20.420+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love is Many Things</title><content type='html'>Listening to Jay Chou currently. Hmm. What else to do huh.&lt;br /&gt;Many still haven't give me their ppt slides for the NCO Course Manual.&lt;br /&gt;That includes me. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a lot of used tissues in front of me on top of my desk.&lt;br /&gt;I am so dry. I mean... I am seriously lack of water.&lt;br /&gt;Haha Better go and drink.&lt;br /&gt;Hmm. Today's plan?&lt;br /&gt;To finish up the entire Malay Language Five Year Series.&lt;br /&gt;No pain, no gain.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;Hey I just discovered, I haven't been cleaning my 'territory' in the room. Well, my sis and me share one room and my bro 'bolot' da other room.&lt;br /&gt;And obviously, he is kinda pleased with that. Coz he is already 'loose' from the suffocating life he had when we were at our old house. Haha. All the three of us shared one room and I helplessly made the room into a DEEP Forest. Heh. Everywhere there's my things and ppl get so agitated by those things of mine.&lt;br /&gt;Now only my sister is suffering from my abandoned territory. Well, the least help it made was to occupy the room. The most help it made was to contribute more dust, spider webs and unwanted papers. Needless to say, I am also suffering from my own doings.&lt;br /&gt;Heh.&lt;br /&gt;Serve me rite.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey by the way, I found out a coupla cool sites.&lt;br /&gt;Gensou Maden Saiyuki and also Animenfo.com&lt;br /&gt;haha i got a lot informations from there.&lt;br /&gt;Currently I am tryna get in tact with Onegai Sensei and Gunslinger Girl.&lt;br /&gt;haha but after a bit of research of those two animes, they're a bit... well too MATURE.&lt;br /&gt;haha you should get a gist of what I m tryna say.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, it looked interesting if you asked me.&lt;br /&gt;For Gunslinger Girl:&lt;br /&gt;About a buncha school girls, well junior school girls, they have been brainwashed after being abandoned by their parents or watsoeva, and was taught how to hold a gun. Or sth like dat.&lt;br /&gt;It's kinda interesting coz the pictures they showed was about these five girls holding rifles and posing so cool.&lt;br /&gt;heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For Onegai Sensei:&lt;br /&gt;This is about a gravely sexy and beautfiul teacher came into a school to teach. She was new.&lt;br /&gt;Then in actual fact she came from some outer space planet or sth and arrive in Earth to search for what is happening around here and collect info. Skali, one of her students found out her secrets and they were forced to be married in order for the secret to be made enclosed. But their challenge was to try their best not to reveal their relationship in school. And that is hard for them. haha. Yeah sth like that. That's wat the review said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also found out:&lt;br /&gt;Rurouni Kenshin is first in the top 100 most fave anime. Heh. and Furuba [Fruits Basket] is in no. 6.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and Cho Hakkai is so melting me! Haha. Whaa am I saying.&lt;br /&gt;Oh yar. i also found out about a site, Saiyuki Reloaded Fanlisting site, and found out a lot of pics and took mostly Hakkai's. And yar, there was this special category about all the character's quotes. Hakkai's quotes are cute, sarcastic and polite. Sanzo's are cool. Gojyo's and Goku's are funny. I still am in the process of downloading their episodes. But  in my mind I feel like just buying the anime. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of Hakkai's Quotes from &lt;a href="http://www.absolutetrouble.com/saiyuki/quotes/author.php?id=Hakkai"&gt;http://www.absolutetrouble.com/saiyuki/quotes/author.php?id=Hakkai&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"...its said that a mouth is the core of disaster."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Don't worry...I'm not angry..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think Sanzo is going to be okay...but I'm a bit worried about him. He's stubborn."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Maa, maa... Yare yare desu, ne... (Oh, boy...)"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Regret is just a waste of time for fools."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh boy, it was rude of you to attack me while I was sleeping."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"They're buddhist so they're vegetarian and if you fart I'll kill you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You see, we heard that a man who looked just like Gojyo ran off with a small girl into the forest..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What a coincidence, I hate you too..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well this one the ones I found it cute and deep. The other's was cool too. And Sanzo's always wanting to kill ppl. Haha relax Sanzo-sama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[serve me sake. give me women. Gojyo will definitely like to be with me.]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10934443-111730322041261085?l=whispers-of-nayadewa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whispers-of-nayadewa.blogspot.com/feeds/111730322041261085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10934443&amp;postID=111730322041261085' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10934443/posts/default/111730322041261085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10934443/posts/default/111730322041261085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whispers-of-nayadewa.blogspot.com/2005/05/love-is-many-things.html' title='Love is Many Things'/><author><name>Jyukkie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10209106864945729823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2rxIv1_-bIw/S6S2X0qTl4I/AAAAAAAAAAM/WO7C83jJ3UU/S220/DSC00950.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10934443.post-111727575957613817</id><published>2005-05-28T18:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-28T18:22:39.580+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Live</title><content type='html'>Kicking off with the beat&lt;br /&gt;the sound so unique&lt;br /&gt;I just rhyme my life with a funk at your feet&lt;br /&gt;do or die, we deserve a try&lt;br /&gt;a chance to live, just be honest with me&lt;br /&gt;like a freak to ur doorstep&lt;br /&gt;just a run to your mow land&lt;br /&gt;then it just don't want to happen again&lt;br /&gt;later on i'll be dead by ten&lt;br /&gt;so just relate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha. Certain rappers don't make sense. That's what I am basically doin.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I've just completed three papers today. My mom just went off to work. My sister's in the toilet. My brother's just slept off. My dad's working.&lt;br /&gt;I am at the verge of lost to what am I suppose to do. Actually, I have a lot of papers to do. The heart is in resentment. In refusal to carry on what I was doing a coupla minutes ago.&lt;br /&gt;Lonely No More on cruning on the radio. Rob Thomas is gay? I wish for it not to be true. Just another propaganda. I wish I wish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heard my friends are all busily studying in a group. Heh. I hope we can strive through in our first O Level Paper on Monday. Yeah. Don't wanna have to waste our time retaking the paper yeah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;takkan mungkin kita akan bertahan&lt;br /&gt;hidup dalam bersendirian&lt;br /&gt;panas terik hujan badai&lt;br /&gt;kita lalui bersama&lt;br /&gt;saat hilang arah tujuan&lt;br /&gt;kau tahu ke mana berjalan&lt;br /&gt;meski terang meski gelap&lt;br /&gt;kita lalui bersama&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Siti Nurhaliza is undoubtfully beautiful. Almost perfect, ey?]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10934443-111727575957613817?l=whispers-of-nayadewa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whispers-of-nayadewa.blogspot.com/feeds/111727575957613817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10934443&amp;postID=111727575957613817' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10934443/posts/default/111727575957613817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10934443/posts/default/111727575957613817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whispers-of-nayadewa.blogspot.com/2005/05/live.html' title='Live'/><author><name>Jyukkie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10209106864945729823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2rxIv1_-bIw/S6S2X0qTl4I/AAAAAAAAAAM/WO7C83jJ3UU/S220/DSC00950.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10934443.post-111716975629860081</id><published>2005-05-27T12:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-27T12:55:56.303+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tell me You Love Me</title><content type='html'>Erm today's the last day of semester II. It doesn't seem like it, in actual fact. Coz on Monday we have to get back to school to sit for our O Levels. Argh the time has come. And then there's the study camp. Then there's the Cycling Trip. Then There's the NCO Course. Then there's DNT Coursework. Then there's the major O Levels Revision. Then there's...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually I was hungry but now I am not.&lt;br /&gt;You see, I was in the bus... for the long 30 - 35 min bus ride home.&lt;br /&gt;My stomach was croaking... Grumbling its way home.&lt;br /&gt;Haha. Thought I would reach home as fast as possible.&lt;br /&gt;Grab some food and dash off to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;But here I am in front of the comp, blogging like any other day, listening to Destiny's Child "Girl".&lt;br /&gt;I only had a bite on the nice crispy chocolate biscuits... that was suppose to be my brother's share but he didn't say anything when I ate his biscuits so I guess it's fine and not a crime of any sort.&lt;br /&gt;Even though my mom cooked today, I think I'mma save that for tea time [that would be in about 2 more hours or so?]&lt;br /&gt;The cold plain water really worked out my thirst. I felt so cooling after a big gulp. Haha. Nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's noon is quite hot and humid. It was shining right on top of my scalp, almost burning my energy up.&lt;br /&gt;But I am still here because of a reason.&lt;br /&gt;Haha. What the hell am I talking about?&lt;br /&gt;Argh... better go do something else before I get too caught up or anything.&lt;br /&gt;Listening to Frankie J "Obsession".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Wipe it off my .38 - keep it in the closet]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10934443-111716975629860081?l=whispers-of-nayadewa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whispers-of-nayadewa.blogspot.com/feeds/111716975629860081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10934443&amp;postID=111716975629860081' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10934443/posts/default/111716975629860081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10934443/posts/default/111716975629860081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whispers-of-nayadewa.blogspot.com/2005/05/tell-me-you-love-me.html' title='Tell me You Love Me'/><author><name>Jyukkie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10209106864945729823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2rxIv1_-bIw/S6S2X0qTl4I/AAAAAAAAAAM/WO7C83jJ3UU/S220/DSC00950.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10934443.post-111712628534340473</id><published>2005-05-27T00:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-27T00:51:25.346+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Serious is My Conscience.</title><content type='html'>It's hard for me to explain. I think I want to settle down. I think I've had enough. I need to really get on ahead and move on. I am suppose to anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK. I've taken a passport size of me in NPCC Uniform, and it's friggin annoying. Couldn't even see the badges displayed on my uniform. Only a pathetic portion of the Total Defence Silver Badge. So much for being nominated for the SPF Badge. Heard it's the most prestigious badge of all. It's going to be an honour if someone gets to wear it. Erm. But to me, it's still just another badge. Doesn't make any difference. Maybe to them who thinks too much in NPCC. Sometimes, I tell myself I am not qualified to be in a higher rank, coz my attitude sux bigg time. I dun think any of my juniors like me that much. How am I suppose to gain respect? This is just not the way to show my true self. I am just not cut out to be a leader. I am a follower till death. Or least that's what I think. I mean... being a lazy bum since those primary school years, I can't imagine myself being a Station Inspector. There's more ppl who's more qualified than me. I guess I am born too lucky until it gives me a troublesome life. Oh I shouldn't say that. After all, a troublesome life, or what one might want to describe his life, always have a blessing in disguise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think this is it. My cordless keyboard is giving me probs. It's not working properly. I think I should start considering about changing its battery. The batteries have been since the first time I had this comp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK. I thinkI'll try to go sleep rite now. Later I still have to wake up, to complete a portion of my DNT. Lovely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[.38 at me - Trigger pulled, 45 degree towards me.]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10934443-111712628534340473?l=whispers-of-nayadewa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whispers-of-nayadewa.blogspot.com/feeds/111712628534340473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10934443&amp;postID=111712628534340473' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10934443/posts/default/111712628534340473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10934443/posts/default/111712628534340473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whispers-of-nayadewa.blogspot.com/2005/05/serious-is-my-conscience.html' title='Serious is My Conscience.'/><author><name>Jyukkie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10209106864945729823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2rxIv1_-bIw/S6S2X0qTl4I/AAAAAAAAAAM/WO7C83jJ3UU/S220/DSC00950.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10934443.post-111709279214995068</id><published>2005-05-26T15:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-26T15:33:12.156+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Niang Zi</title><content type='html'>Currently listening to Niang Zi on my VCD/DVD player. Hey if you guys who happen to read my previous entries, haha I am completely in Lurve with Jay Chou and I am still. Really... Still determined to get his Fantasy, Ye Hui Mei, the CD with a compilation of all the Duets he had... haha... Besides this I also want to get Saiyuki Reloaded VCD if possible. That time when I was looking for Furuba Anime, I saw Saiyuki Reloaded instead. Haha Should have just taken it but oh well... There's always next time.&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow I heard we will be goin home at around ten in the morning due to the Parent Teacher Meeting Session which will commence at 10 onwards. Actually I've got a lot of things to get over and done with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;My SPF Form [have to take passport size picture with my NPCC uniform on] - must hand in tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; DNT Folio [I have to finish it by hook or by crook, today. Then plan to show it to Hazmi tomorrow, that's if he's got the time to discuss with me on my artefact.]&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; Get a Mountain Bike for my Johor Cycling Trip [get a good one... and must be cheap]&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; Get Saiyuki Reloaded VCD!! [haha this is not compulsory actually]&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; Do lots and lots of Malay Language Revision Paper 1, if possible. !!!&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; Do lots and lots of Malay Language Revision Paper 2, must must.!!&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; Get A1 for Malay Language GCE O Level. This is an order from Akito!! [haha]&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; Make sure I go to Siti Nurhaliza's Live Concert on the 20th of July [erm... I hope so. haha.]&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; Ok serious talk here... Complete my NCO Course Method of Instructions Powerpoint Slides by Saturday.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; Just to remind, tomorrow no Maths Tuition. Woohoo.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; Re-schedule my June Holidays [setting aside Study Camp, Johor Cycling Trip, DNT Coursework complete]&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; More on Combined Humanities and Chemistry please...&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;Master the Tabs and Chords of the compiled songs I did yesterday. [Alter Bridge, Kittie, Sheila On 7, Nirvana, Michael Jackson, etc.] -- So that when we jam, at least there's some new songs we can play instead of the same old songs. Just that the others have to master their part as well. haha. Erm... Yeah Attivo we can do it. Of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A declaration for today: Due to my abstract laziness and disgusting attitude, I hereby officially declare that I have cancelled my account in Friendster.com. This is because I have found no purpose at all in owning one. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually the actual fact is that, I realised whenever I am connected to the internet, one of the few things I have to do is check my friendster account just to find nothing new. haha. Then I analysed it and told myself, it's quite a boring habit to have. Therefore, I've made myself very clear. The reason to why I want to have an internet connection is to find for new information, get connected to teachers and friends based on school work, to download songs and ease my mind, to blog non stop because it is healthy and sometimes can make me think straighter and sort out this mind of mine unless I decide to pollute it with stupid remarks. Also to stay closely informed about Jay Chou and the Anime World. Actually, to the Music Industry. Also, to discover the real me within this helpless body. Haha. Ok. I think I'ver really made it clear. So, yarh, guess that's it ey?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Click... Click]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10934443-111709279214995068?l=whispers-of-nayadewa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whispers-of-nayadewa.blogspot.com/feeds/111709279214995068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10934443&amp;postID=111709279214995068' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10934443/posts/default/111709279214995068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10934443/posts/default/111709279214995068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whispers-of-nayadewa.blogspot.com/2005/05/niang-zi.html' title='Niang Zi'/><author><name>Jyukkie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10209106864945729823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2rxIv1_-bIw/S6S2X0qTl4I/AAAAAAAAAAM/WO7C83jJ3UU/S220/DSC00950.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10934443.post-111702942684471991</id><published>2005-05-25T21:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-25T21:57:06.850+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Reload my Bullet to My Smith</title><content type='html'>Yeah new skin again.&lt;br /&gt;Sanzo, Goku, Hakkai and Gojyo are cool ppl.&lt;br /&gt;I just watched them on Ares just now, and I really enjoyed it. It's so cool. haha. Cool's the word man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today...&lt;br /&gt;Had Malay Intensive Drilling going on. It was kinda fun for me. Coz I was really on task and all. I felt great. Being able to finish up two given past year other school's papers like I should. I am determined to score an A1 for my Malay Language GCE O Levels. Yeah. No Harm No Harm. Den think about it, I don't need to take another paper to compensate for my failure of gettin a Distinction for my mother tongue. Also, I would have extra free six periods for term III, an advantage to be taken for revision on other MAJOR subjects. Argh my Combined Humanities must really go up. Needta do sth about it. Tsk tsk... So worried but nonetheless no use expressing this all out if I am not going to do anything about it. Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zizie and Naq came to my place. They finished off where they left previously for Fruits Basket. And boy I haven't see them so concentrated on the episodes as much as what was shown on their expressions today. haha. i mean u noe, the last few episodes reveals Kyo and all. Zizie Naq were pretty focused in order to understand Kyo's part. Haha. It was, obviously, interesting when it comes to Kyo and Akito part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I've decided to continue my Anime Adventure on Saiyuki Reloaded and Rurouni Kenshin. Although, Yeah some Anime Freaks out there are way far ahead of me, oh well, I still enjoy them though so I dun really mind wat other ppl think. haha. My mom's starting to nag about me liking Japanese Cartoons. haha. Oh mom I still remember my roots ok. So don't worry too much. haha I wish I could tell her that. But I am not used to soppy soppy speech when it comes to addressing sth to my family members. Haha. No, like really... this is the truth. haha.&lt;br /&gt;I only dare or used to talk about crushes or like matters of the hearts to my closest friends, or mostly listen to those kinda topics from friends from school. Yeah. Nothing from my family members. Haha. It's kinda cool to know that my family's not practicing it coz it makes me a very -all-the-way- person haha. I mean... I am not used to the hearts affairs and so I won't blush that often hahaha.. Actually I dun noe wat I am trying to convey here. Argh shoot me. Oh well but the fact remains, I am not a troubled kid wit diff kinda made-up problems. Haha. That's wat's happening around me. Many of these are evolving around me and my closest friends. You know, Them who tries to hard to grab ppl's attention by creating bullshytz out of themselves, so that they will come out cool to other ppl. "Woah Rebellious seh!" that's what they are determined to hear from the comments of other ppl. Haha which i think is so K E N T A L. haha. Yeah Lame.&lt;br /&gt;ok for those who actually understood what I had typed out, yeah good for you coz you understand me that  means. Those who don't understand, don't try too hard, coz if you're not meant to understand you're not meant to. hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;Erm.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway... tomorrow's the drilling MT again and I am completely psyched for school already. Haha coz I really want to do well for my MAJOR exam on next Monday. Who doesn't wanna do well, man? I mean c'mon... haha O LEVELS man... no fooling around man... time to fasten the pace and keep on moving baby...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha.. all these are actually to straighten out the jumbled up opinions i have in my mind, so yeah i dun really mind if ppl read this coz this are meant to be read by other ppl anyway. if Not i won't want any of my personal thoughts to be publicised rite... ahah get it?&lt;br /&gt;Oklah I think for tonight, I really typed a lotta things so Later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[biang...]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10934443-111702942684471991?l=whispers-of-nayadewa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whispers-of-nayadewa.blogspot.com/feeds/111702942684471991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10934443&amp;postID=111702942684471991' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10934443/posts/default/111702942684471991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10934443/posts/default/111702942684471991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whispers-of-nayadewa.blogspot.com/2005/05/i-reload-my-bullet-to-my-smith.html' title='I Reload my Bullet to My Smith'/><author><name>Jyukkie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10209106864945729823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2rxIv1_-bIw/S6S2X0qTl4I/AAAAAAAAAAM/WO7C83jJ3UU/S220/DSC00950.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10934443.post-111695111172335030</id><published>2005-05-25T00:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-25T00:11:51.726+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tohru's the Heroin</title><content type='html'>I just watched the ending of Fruits Basket Anime. Aww. It was kinda hanging and stuff but overall, Akito is really some schizophrenic haha. He can just grab Tohru's Hair just like dat but Tohru had a very gentle sense-talking to Akito and Akito somehow cooled down or sth like dat. Haha Should go watch and support Fruits Basket Anime and the Manga!!! haha. Ok I am going to start on a new Japanimation. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;Tohru loves Kyo and wants to be with him forever!! That is so touching I must say. Den Yuki somehow supported and encouraged Kyo to open up and not to always run away from his fear. Yarh. How cool is dat. I just can't wait to finish the Manga. I searched and found out that the Manga is up  to Volume 16. Yar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listening to Beyonce's Wishing on A Star.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, I was at Zizie and Ella's house. Figured out Sephia's Chords and poof... we did it. We even compiled all the songs we had made and planning to make more new songs and do our own album for our own satisfaction. haha Should really go all out to learn ppl's songs. At least sth to jam with wen we go Serangoon for a session. HAha. Now only need to figure out the lead bass and drum. Den everything would be fine. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok I think I am going to start on watching Saiyuki. haha. Ok Bye Bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10934443-111695111172335030?l=whispers-of-nayadewa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whispers-of-nayadewa.blogspot.com/feeds/111695111172335030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10934443&amp;postID=111695111172335030' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10934443/posts/default/111695111172335030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10934443/posts/default/111695111172335030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whispers-of-nayadewa.blogspot.com/2005/05/tohrus-heroin.html' title='Tohru&apos;s the Heroin'/><author><name>Jyukkie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10209106864945729823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2rxIv1_-bIw/S6S2X0qTl4I/AAAAAAAAAAM/WO7C83jJ3UU/S220/DSC00950.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10934443.post-111683298429950428</id><published>2005-05-23T15:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-23T15:23:04.303+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Off The Wall</title><content type='html'>Currently listening to MJ's Off The Wall. Just now was watching episode 25 and now waiting for episode 26 to download. HAha. So sad. I cried again. Hmm. Mebbe this is just another emotional part of me.&lt;br /&gt;My mom is laying out the spread on the dining table, i wonder what will we be eating for tea today. haha. I saw cili sos and jug of tea... den got small piring...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On television shows Kids Central and some gymnastic ppl, haha, so flexible.&lt;br /&gt;I don't think I am going out today because I feel so lazy to do anything. Actually I have a lot of things to complete.&lt;br /&gt;DNT Folio - Finish 60% of it&lt;br /&gt;Sign the insurance thingie.&lt;br /&gt;What else ah... oh yar... Malay Language O Levels Revision&lt;br /&gt;haha wouldn't want me to fail my mother tongue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listening to Sarah Mchlachlan or howeva u spell it, "Angel"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This song is so smooth and calming. Like this kinda songs. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;Hmm as usual i tot i had a lot of things to type out but it came out that I had nothing that much. Haha. I guess this is it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10934443-111683298429950428?l=whispers-of-nayadewa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whispers-of-nayadewa.blogspot.com/feeds/111683298429950428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10934443&amp;postID=111683298429950428' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10934443/posts/default/111683298429950428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10934443/posts/default/111683298429950428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whispers-of-nayadewa.blogspot.com/2005/05/off-wall.html' title='Off The Wall'/><author><name>Jyukkie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10209106864945729823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2rxIv1_-bIw/S6S2X0qTl4I/AAAAAAAAAAM/WO7C83jJ3UU/S220/DSC00950.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10934443.post-111677612112069644</id><published>2005-05-22T23:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-22T23:35:21.126+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Look</title><content type='html'>Haha. Just now like a lot of things to blog about but then suddenly, it went poof... gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yar I've told you haven't I? Tomorrow there'll be no school?&lt;br /&gt;Yeah I think so. I've just finished watching Rurouni Kenshin Ova 5... and downloading episode 24 of Furuba. Yeah. I think next manga after FURUBA has to be Rurouni Kenshin. Mebbe Naruto, wait... mebbe Saiyuki... no no. I think Gundam Seed. haha. I just dunno which one... Which one I grab first, that'll be the one I'll look forward the most. Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;hmm.&lt;br /&gt;I think I'll go grab some more at the Mee Hoon rather than letting it turn basi or sth. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"ok Back"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;listening to "Walked Out of Heaven" by Jagged Edge&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I've changed the song I am listening to.&lt;br /&gt;It's a Javanese Ethnic Song. Made out with gamelan and some percussion. Yeah it sounds a bit eerie and hair-standing but overall I actually like this kinda song. haha. u can get addicted u see. Just like wat is happening between me and Anime/Manga... haha&lt;br /&gt;Everytime I listen to this kinda ethnicity in a song, I feel like dancing. It's nature, I guess. These kinda songs are meant to make ppl dance I think. And now...&lt;br /&gt;Listening to M Nasir's "mustika"&lt;br /&gt;Another cool song made by a cool songwriter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is the lyrics, spontaneously typed out while listening to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Mustika&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kau yang berselindung di balik sutra warnamu pelangi&lt;br /&gt;engkau mustika hati pesona cinta mahligai rindu&lt;br /&gt;malam dingin yang kejam&lt;br /&gt;aku tiada gentar&lt;br /&gt;kerna cintamu&lt;br /&gt;mistri alam yang terbongkar&lt;br /&gt;lena jadi sedar&lt;br /&gt;kerna kasihmu&lt;br /&gt;dan dulu ku cari&lt;br /&gt;rupa rupanya&lt;br /&gt;ada di sini&lt;br /&gt;dan yang bermain di mimpi&lt;br /&gt;menjelmalah engkau dalam realiti&lt;br /&gt;dulu lalu depan mata tapi ku tak hirau&lt;br /&gt;ku tak peduli&lt;br /&gt;tapi segala ku tahu hanya engkau dengar&lt;br /&gt;kau tak lepaskan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mustika oh Mustika&lt;br /&gt;Mustika oh Mustika&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mestikah aku menjadi penanti&lt;br /&gt;perlukan sakti sucimu&lt;br /&gt;aku tak sabar menantikan esok hari&lt;br /&gt;bawalah daku bersamamu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh mustika hatiku&lt;br /&gt;oh oh&lt;br /&gt;Mustika oh Mustika&lt;br /&gt;Mustika oh Mustika&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mustika oh Mustika&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kau yang berselindung di balik sutra warnamu pelangi&lt;br /&gt;engkau mustika hati pesona cinta mahligai rindu&lt;br /&gt;malam dingin yang kejam&lt;br /&gt;aku tiada gentar&lt;br /&gt;kerna cintamu&lt;br /&gt;mistri alam yang terbongkar&lt;br /&gt;lena jadi sedar&lt;br /&gt;kerna kasihmu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mustika oh Mustika&lt;br /&gt;Mustika oh Mustika&lt;br /&gt;Mustika oh Mustika&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah so how was the  lyrics? aha. I like his songs because all of it has a deep meaning instilled in them. It's like a treasure buried underneath the soil 6 metres deep. That's how deep the meaning is.&lt;br /&gt;Well this Mustika song suddenly gave me the idea of linking it to Rurouni Kenshin. haha. The love of Tomoe and Kenshin. Haha. Just gave me a ring to it. 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