<?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-1139756899027081975</id><updated>2011-07-07T16:35:37.004-07:00</updated><title type='text'>STK'S thoughts on paper</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shaunymousing93.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1139756899027081975/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaunymousing93.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>shauny-s.t.k.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11438487595466023058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>16</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1139756899027081975.post-3431839237378202934</id><published>2009-11-20T06:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-20T06:58:30.473-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Last day of school 09 :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jxDx3UlQbiA/Swaqa2D4xfI/AAAAAAAAAAw/7s95t9duV9E/s1600/GetAttachment2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406195780869998066" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jxDx3UlQbiA/Swaqa2D4xfI/AAAAAAAAAAw/7s95t9duV9E/s320/GetAttachment2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Was really not up for school actually bt zhiling told me bout her so called mission n sumhw i gt interested, well i could do with some company since im home alone while parents on a holiday. Went school and spent the whle day at the prefects room doing silly stuff and testing out the equipment for the prefects camp were having soon. Hai Shan thought me this very very childish game using cards and it was reli fun despite the stupidity of it. Thank God for the existence of ppl like hai shan , really has a way of making you u giggle till ur tummy hurts. lols. Settled all the stuff that needs to be settling like closing d prefects accounts *gahh* and bidding goodbyes to selected teachers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;After school a few of us went for lunch. Supposed to go to regal house wic is non-halal bt v changed our mind later la since amirul was there. But more importantly, we carried out our silly prank which we planned towards sensitive boy, amirul. Dont emo la bugger, shud b thankful v planned all this. The day before, zhi ling told him that were attending some save the trees campaign hosted by a vegetarian restaurant near d school. So participants would have to hug or kiss or do a favoured pose with any selected tree. She also told him to bring repellant incase the tree was infested wid insects. Due to participation, we would get a free lunch set at the vegetarian restaurant. But, due to the huge number of people expected to turn up, the shop would not have enough plates so participants are required to bring own cutleries and plants. No paper plates!! theyre made from trees...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The ironic thing about it is tht amirul actually fell for the whole thing. Instead of bringing plastic plates he brought glass ones, the huge white ones. Instead of bringing a repellant he brought a whole baygon spray! haha. Sum people certainly know how to go out of the extrodinary.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I still cant believe he cudnt find out....We were going to take pics at a tree nearby kepong market, just outside d mamak ksm. Why would anyone who intends to win a comp take pics in such a dirty n stinky alley. Lisa went first...i fooled amirul by pretending to take a pic...me n juin went next, lisa did the same..when it was amirul's turn, we actually took the picture...take a look at it. Strangers were actually looking and were wonderign what we maniacs were doin under a tree wid hardly any leaves at kepong market.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well it certainly triggered amirul and he got emo although he said it was just shock..im not gona elaborate further on what he did :) Next, we actually went to the vege shop to eat, the food was expensive so v ordered everythin small and finished all our food to the last crumb. As for the chinese tea, lisa was forcing us to drink more and more glasses so that the cost wud b worth it..Should have seen the way we cleaned the plates...Sampai all d small onion leaves aso v ensured were eaten. It was only vegetables so we were still freaing hungry, decided to proceed to pak hailam for round 2.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Whn we arrived we spotted kanmani and kashini dating beside the romantic fountain in the porch. The didnt seem pleased upon our arrival....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Everyone: Hey!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kanmani and kashini : Owh, hey =.=&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ordered stuffs like ice-cream, wedges, fried rice and shared it...as usual, we were tryna get our moneys full worth by finishing d chilli sauce and tissues. All sorts of silly and child-like jokes were brought up but i laughed my ass out anyways, glad there are some people who enjoy their childhood and take full pride over it unlike many others who so want to grow up. After that, we did a somewhat replika of the 4s tragedy by setting a fire...Amirul's baygon spray stated highly flammable so we sprayed it all unto a p paper and lighted it up, thanks to joshua for the lighter btw...Wow it was fascinating, cud feel the heat from the fire and it sounded like a jet or a rocket taking off. Then it rained and we were forced to go back and dismiss.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Overall, alota silly things happened and took place. Immature, foolish, cranky,stupid, pathetic, retarded and what u name it. Time goes by so damn fast, were already 16, but our child-like characteristics refuse to leave us as yet. A year more and we proceed into the real world with new challenges and hardships. Enjoy  this precious time where you get to do anything you want, and get away with it....CHERISH CHILDHOOD PEOPLE!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1139756899027081975-3431839237378202934?l=shaunymousing93.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shaunymousing93.blogspot.com/feeds/3431839237378202934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1139756899027081975&amp;postID=3431839237378202934' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1139756899027081975/posts/default/3431839237378202934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;I gotta feeling, that tonights gona be a good night,&lt;br /&gt;So i decided to do this,&lt;br /&gt;Its very unlikely of me, maybe i accidentaly took viagra o smth,&lt;br /&gt;Im telling you how i feel,&lt;br /&gt;How things are, and what will they be,&lt;br /&gt;Whatever the outcome, im reli glad i had the guts to tell you,&lt;br /&gt;Cause i assume the john doe in ur blog was me,&lt;br /&gt;And this is my reply,&lt;br /&gt;Whatever happens after this, let it be the right thing,&lt;br /&gt;I thank God for having known someone like you :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1139756899027081975-427758355008777099?l=shaunymousing93.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shaunymousing93.blogspot.com/feeds/427758355008777099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1139756899027081975.post-2018629535354292707</id><published>2009-09-29T08:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-29T08:22:17.310-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;You wish for things from me indirectly,&lt;br /&gt;You wish for the flame to burn in our hearts again,&lt;br /&gt;I try, try to let you know we share the same wishes,&lt;br /&gt;But you run away,&lt;br /&gt;How am I to tell you then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Create that space in your heart for me,&lt;br /&gt;So that I can fill it,&lt;br /&gt;Open yourself up to me,&lt;br /&gt;So that the pieces will fit and a new chapter begins&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1139756899027081975-2018629535354292707?l=shaunymousing93.blogspot.com' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1139756899027081975.post-7021050197141600696</id><published>2009-09-27T08:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-27T08:20:52.422-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Ever since, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt; Ive always considered you a dear buddy,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt; Nothing more, nothing less,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt; Ive managed to convince myself that things should  be the way they are now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt; That it benefits us both, at least, i think it does,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt; Ive managed to overcome that pain that occurs everytime i set my eyes upon you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt; The fact that youre there and not mine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Rihanna's Te Amo plays itself in my ears quite often,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Somehow it relates to me and how things currently are,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;It hurts that I dont understand you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;You want me, then you dont,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;You look at me and turn away,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Despite everythin, I find myself drawn to you, like a bloody magnet,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;A permanent one which magnetic force doesnt seem to fade away,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Try to pull away but i cant,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Im like a piece of metal, i cant run away from you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;But you get to choose whether or not to take me off you and go for other metals&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;When youre away, amazingly the force gets stronger&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;I feel myself drawn to you more,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Sometimes you dont really realise you would miss someone till theyre gone,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Till you have to endure sleepless nights&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Prevent those tears flooding your eyes from flowing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;I need you, or a stronger magnet to pull me off you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img 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title=''/><author><name>shauny-s.t.k.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11438487595466023058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1139756899027081975.post-8111388119598899131</id><published>2009-05-28T08:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T08:24:07.461-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Long time din write anythin edi so i wana start bak agn. Today ws Hari Guru. Most of my frens poteng cuz itz a waste of time. But me, it ws one of d most important days dis yr. V, f4 prefects have to arrange everythin, from d banner, o d performances, to d games, to d song dedications, every single minor detail v haf to do. Lots of us shed tears along d process, wad a difficult task. So many quarrels, seniors banning our ideas, v nt working together, lack of communication, not forgettin stupid mid year exams wic sucked out all d crap frm us. Yesterday, bfore d big day, i stayed in skool till 11.30 pm, sum of d prefects bermalam di sekolah. So much of work n things were not getting better. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;            That day ws also low chye huey's bday. She had tears as a bday toast. Being ketua banner n nth ws completed n chuay kai yan pulak fully emotional cuz her drama, nt even a full practice ws caried out. I, sit thr n watch this ppl cryin n emo-ing dreamily. I think bout hw much i screwd up in d process.....being bendahari. I failed to collect a suitable sum n all of us were so desperate 4 cash, i lost so much of money, i lost so many important receipts and documents, wad a useless piece of junk i am. But itz all within. i cant cry, i cant run, i cant scream, i cant sing, itz all just stuck in me with no way of coming out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;               The day hadda come . I woke up feeling dizzy n sleepy, onli had two hours plus sleep. Put on my golden samfu( i bcame d mc) n rushed to skool. Saw fellow prefects hu looked like zombies hanging around. Dey had somewhat completed d banner. Things turned out to be ok after all. I did my mc thing quite well, d way i spoke full of life n excitement. Ppl asked me, is tht shaun tht super quiet guy hu freaks us out. Even d drama. For onli coming up wid something a few hours bfore, we did a splendid job. After tht permainan. I went for cooking comp n coordinated it. Got to eat all d leftovers. I got to taste malay, chinese n indian style of curry chicken. lols. Then, song dedications. Somehow worked la. So many funny msgs turned up. There was this guy called CHONG DICK BIN. lmao throughout. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;                Thats a very very short summary la. D teachers enjoyed it but not d seniors. Dey were so pissed at us. SnR Soong Heng took out his specs n wen he does means hes a flaring dragon waiting to pound u at anytime. IlL just wait till tommorow and c how it all works out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1139756899027081975-8111388119598899131?l=shaunymousing93.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shaunymousing93.blogspot.com/feeds/8111388119598899131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1139756899027081975&amp;postID=8111388119598899131' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1139756899027081975/posts/default/8111388119598899131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1139756899027081975/posts/default/8111388119598899131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaunymousing93.blogspot.com/2009/05/long-time-din-write-anythin-edi-so-i.html' title=''/><author><name>shauny-s.t.k.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11438487595466023058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1139756899027081975.post-7123555812759321444</id><published>2009-03-09T05:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T05:50:01.322-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;    Itz been months edi since ive posted anything. I do this when i really really have nothing else to do. Hate writing edi, duno y. Anyway, this post is bout a class choir singing choir for minggu bm wic took place laz week. I gt dam excited n started bugging lisa to have practices. But everything turned out not so good la. Btw las yr my class won our form n got 2nd place overall so many of us were looking forward to bcome champions this time around.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;    We managed to decide wad we were gona sing only 3 days bfore comp, stressed alota ppl out esp lilian d pianist(of cuz la, she has to learn a song wid no notes provided within 3days). But anyway all tht was overcome and my class actually is kinda good in singing, v managed to get the tune within a day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;    D day bfore the comp, i decided to take matters into my own hands. Bcuz eventhough d music was there n ppl were able to sing, it was reli reli bland, no live, there were no parts too, and it made the song dull-itz my opinion only. So, I started echoing lines of d chorus....mainly to add spice to it and cheer ppl up. But it was d opposite la. The front row said they got confused when to come in and asked me to shut the **** up. Im damn sensitive n got reli hurt by tht. I din understand, dont all choirs have parts, we did it laz yr bt this time they din want it anymore. I mean seriously it ws bland, nt even a boys girls part. My class ppl can reli sing, v made d judges cry las yr bt i duno why they din wana show out their skills.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;     Later at home, heard stuff of me bein LC, thinkin im d greatest n stuff....was even more hurt n decided to confront d ppl involved. Things gt nasty, they brought up d past stuff n said 1 of d reasons v lost laz yr bcuz my voice broke( i had a solo part laz yr) and lots more la..do not wish to say it. Vowed not to come to school for d comp.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;     I duno wad was wrong wd me, d nex morning i 4gt completely bout d issue n went to skool. lols. Then OH SHIT, WHY AM I HERE. Anyway, i tried to get over my emoness n sang my heart out durin d comp, but stilllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllsum ppl said i ws keepin quiet d whole time. I even got a comment....ur voice SUCKS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;      Thats d story, believe me itz d simplified 1...lols. I have to agree i did show off wid echoin and all...i ws jz tryna help bt ya it was berlagaking. And whn ppl said my voice sux it reli hurt. I noe im not d best singer in d world although i act that way sometimes but I know i dun suck. Ppl have to c when i show off itz bcuz i love music so so much. And maybe it was also a cry for attention cuz basically i feel like a stranger, a ghost in class......so maybe it wass all a cry to be noticed??????????????? Anyhow Im sorry........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1139756899027081975-7123555812759321444?l=shaunymousing93.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shaunymousing93.blogspot.com/feeds/7123555812759321444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1139756899027081975&amp;postID=7123555812759321444' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1139756899027081975/posts/default/7123555812759321444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1139756899027081975/posts/default/7123555812759321444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaunymousing93.blogspot.com/2009/03/itz-been-months-edi-since-ive-posted.html' title=''/><author><name>shauny-s.t.k.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11438487595466023058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1139756899027081975.post-6303524156522986475</id><published>2009-01-02T21:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T21:25:51.549-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Result Dayy......</title><content type='html'>Unlike oders hu cant sleep at night, i was knocked out, got up at 9 d next day. Went to skool at 10.15....tot alot alota ppl wudve taken edi bt wen reached none of my classmates were dere n all d tchers were feasting on some jamuan. Aftr half an hour oni saw my friends and d teachers all fleed away to d office. After a while all d tchers came down in a straight line and when and sat ant each table 4 each class. At that my my heart dropped....ws freakin scared, like when i went 4 d space shot at genting. For d past two months i ws so cool an confident. All my classmates (guys)including me were chickens, hiding from d class teacher. lol. The girls were alredi rushing over to d teacher...Luckily joshua took d courage to go first and reached bfore d girls and saved d guys maruah..lol. (u d man josh!)&lt;br /&gt;     The first few people were crying in joy...around 10 ppl in a row had straight As. When my turn ws reaching however d few people bfore me bowed in frustration and devastation...so i gt goosebumps...mayb they arranged the straight As first and now d time for all d ppl hu din get. MY TURN,  my teacher en husen said i tak dapat straight....2B...wid a reli straight face...i believed him, was devastated and said ok tak apa....subjek apa tak dapat. Then he said APALA SHAUN, ENGLISH TAK DAPAT. Shocked, hw can any1 nt get an A for english in pmr level. Sumore my mom is an eng teacher hus doin her PhD!! Gona b slaughtered at home. My teacher handed me  d slip. I took it bt decided not to c it.&lt;br /&gt;    Husen smiled and said tengoklah betul-betul.....with teary eyes, due to frustration, i turned to my slip.....STRAIGHT As!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! It took me long to realise though i ws searchin for d B but i cudnt find it...evn looked bhind like a blurpot bfore realising there ws no b after all....WOHOOOO. Also dam glad cuz alota my classmates got straight As.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    So now im off to form4, science stream...and anoder uphill challenge to face..SPM....HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1139756899027081975-6303524156522986475?l=shaunymousing93.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shaunymousing93.blogspot.com/feeds/6303524156522986475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1139756899027081975&amp;postID=6303524156522986475' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1139756899027081975/posts/default/6303524156522986475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1139756899027081975/posts/default/6303524156522986475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaunymousing93.blogspot.com/2009/01/result-dayy.html' title='Result Dayy......'/><author><name>shauny-s.t.k.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11438487595466023058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1139756899027081975.post-8969238080899362179</id><published>2008-12-17T07:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T08:26:23.674-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hectic Week</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#009900;"&gt;Wad a week this is turning out to be for me. Lemme explain in brief all d stuff i did. Firstly shopping.....tau la, big sale and x' mas aso around d corner....y is it called "x'mas" anyway?? I will tell where i went. Monday: midvalley, curve, ikano. Tues: 1U, metro prima Wed: Sogo and d area, klcc. You know how exhausting shopping can be...itz worse than even a 20 km walk. I think i went to fitting room over a hundred times...Mum bought so much of stuff around 5sets of clothes...wonder hw much tht wud be....dun bother asking...ENJOYING it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#009900;"&gt;    Lepas tu, kena hias rumah juga....First set up tree...I got this fibre optic 1, wid d glowing lights....ppl say itz a lovely and vry (mengeratkan hubungan silaturahim) thing to do. Ya rite la....Do u noe hw hard it is to open up d leaves..then later mus make sure the top nt bengkok...dad gt so pissed he kicked down the tree and we had to do it all over again. Also, mus change curtain, pluck each and every weed in the garden, cuci longkang, clean stor room...i came across a type of cochroach i think wid blue colour wings!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#009900;"&gt;     Baking is another issue....i became an elf to mum. Las yr i did all d stirring cuz mums hand ws hurt...ppl said it was d best they eva tastd and mum took all d credit and said itz ma secret recipe wic is actually my work!! Then susah susah mus shape d dough into shapes like christmas tree and teddy bear, I suck at art related biz, will take hours to do it then mum will say d head is nt perfect and smash all d doe and i haf to start agn. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#009900;"&gt;     Now to more social stuff....Carolling.... mus wear d stupid hat  wid d flashing light and walk and sing on d roads like drunk animals. Good thing is each hse we go they gif sum kinda snacks. Sum places so pathetic wid d tiger biscuits...And got sum rich buggers too...this couple gave all 30 plus of us d 3 ferrero rocher chocolate..lols. Not to mention church activities. Theres this sundayschool play wic is reli funny. Im suppose to be a robber and i haf my gang la...v go and try n steal a handbag from a girl then this bloody picakare(beggar) comes and says, leave her alone, and v all equipped wid knives and all get so scared and cabut. So making a fool of myself up dere.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#009900;"&gt;     Conclusion, this is d most hectic week of d year to me...non stop work work....owh yea theres also this prom , school 1 wic im suposed to sing bt ma voice jz broke, 1 of ma backup singers gt dengue so PANIC. If i survive this week, i deserve a outstanding performance award.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1139756899027081975-8969238080899362179?l=shaunymousing93.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shaunymousing93.blogspot.com/feeds/8969238080899362179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1139756899027081975&amp;postID=8969238080899362179' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1139756899027081975/posts/default/8969238080899362179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1139756899027081975/posts/default/8969238080899362179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaunymousing93.blogspot.com/2008/12/hectic-week.html' title='Hectic Week'/><author><name>shauny-s.t.k.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11438487595466023058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1139756899027081975.post-6765991416369313981</id><published>2008-11-26T03:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T05:18:34.271-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;The rules:-Link to your tagger and post these rules. List (8) random facts about yourself and tag (8) people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Random facts:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;1. Seriously overweight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;2. Deep thinker&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;3. Reputation is of utmost importance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;4. Smiles often cure me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;5. Materialistic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;6. Big appetite&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;7. Hate racism: p.s.- im black&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;8. Coke makes me drunk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;My appearance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;How tall are you: Was 172 cm last year and neva grew.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Wish you were taller: Of course&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Eye colour: Brownish black&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Eye colour you want: Doesnt matter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Natural hair colour : black&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Current hair colour : Black&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Short or long hair : Long and messy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Ever dye your hair a bizzare colour: Red &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Last time you did something dramatic with your hair: dyed it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Glasses or contacts : Just started with contacts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Do you ever wear make-up: no&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Had hair extensions: no...wads tht?? doesnt tht mean ur hair growing??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Paint your nails : nop&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;In the opposite gender&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;What colour eyes: light brown&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;What colour hair : dark brown&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Shy or outgoing : shy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Sexy or cute : cute&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Serious or fun : both&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Older or younger than you : younger&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;A turn on : Understanding&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;A turn off : Doesnt have a big appetite&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;This or that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Flowers or chocolates: chocolates&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Pepsi or coke : COKE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Rap or Rock : Rock&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Relationship or one night stand : Relationship&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;School or work : school&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Love or Money : Love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Movies or Music : Music&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Country or City : City&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Sunny or Rainy days: both&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Have you ever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Lie : yea, who doesnt rite??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Stole something : yep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Smoked : nope&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Hurt someone close to you: Yea and regretting it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Broke someone's hurt : Dun think so&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Had your heart broken : yeah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Wondered what was wrong with you : yea, recently&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Wish you were a prince/princess : nop never&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Liked someone who was taken : yea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Shaved your head : wana try&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Used chopsticks : yea, but people laugh....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Sang in the mirror to yourself : often&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Friends or family : depends on situation....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Favourites&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Flowers : not bad la...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Candy : indian ones...kesari, athirasam, palqoa..etc..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Song: Too many larh..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Scent: something tht is not too strong....ambi pur in my mums car is ok..lols&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Colour: Green, purple, black&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Movies: Comedy, horror&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Singer: myself (hehe)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Word : nothing...as in d word nothing...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Junk food : Twisties(bbq)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Website : youtube&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Location : my room&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Animal : doggy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;¤Misc¤&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Ever cried over someone : yea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Anything you want to change about yourself: weight, lack of confidence&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Do you think your attractive: Thats something others should judge&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;If you had to choose a fairytale as your life what would you choose: Duno...but i like the song tong hua which means fairytale&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Do you play any sports : Yea, alot. But not gifted in any....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Tags&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;1. Azelia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;2. Josh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;3. Chien&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;4. Jia Wei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;5. Amirul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;6. Lisa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;7. Ben&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;8. Ash&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1139756899027081975-6765991416369313981?l=shaunymousing93.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shaunymousing93.blogspot.com/feeds/6765991416369313981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1139756899027081975&amp;postID=6765991416369313981' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1139756899027081975/posts/default/6765991416369313981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1139756899027081975/posts/default/6765991416369313981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaunymousing93.blogspot.com/2008/11/rules-link-to-your-tagger-and-post.html' title=''/><author><name>shauny-s.t.k.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11438487595466023058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1139756899027081975.post-4476485906906025600</id><published>2008-11-26T03:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T03:29:00.174-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Temporary deafness</title><content type='html'>Got up at 4am today, ears were throbbing with pain,i supposed it was because of d flu and sorethroat Ive been having for the past few days. Later in the day, the pain receeded so I decided to practice songs for the prom. Started with the famous crush. Theres this really high part at the end of the chorus( goin awayyyyyyyy) usually my voice breaks. But today, suprisingly I was able to do it. BUT, my voice was strangely very low. I started screaming n screaming again and again but it was still low and not breaking. So I decided to get my keyboard and practice with the correct key. However, when i played that high note, I could not hear it at all. Thought it was spoilt o smth, but all the lower notes were perfectly fine, after that note onwards, I coudnt hear a single thing.&lt;br /&gt;So I switched on d computer and listened to crush. It was same, that part sounded really low and flat. Tried listening to miss independent and it was the same. So I set my speaker's volume to the max. Wrong thing to do, things got even worse. You know that sound that is produced when you gargle your mouth?? Everything I heard sounded like that, even when i spoke or hit something. Thought there was some wax blocking my eardrum o smth. Took a cotton bud and started digging, but coudnt get anything out. So I panicked, and thats when I do stupid, insane, psychotic stuffs. Forced some water into my ear. At first the feeling was real good, the water flowing down. lols. Shortly later, there was this sharp piercing pain, I coundnt balance and dropped to the ground. Started hitting my ears violently, it worked. The pain went off. But at that time, I rather have the pain, because i went deaf completely. Shouted, cudnt hear anything. My brothers were fighting nearby, one already starting to cry but I coundnt hear anything.&lt;br /&gt;I experienced deafness for around half a minute. Could hear after that but still that gargling sound could be heard in the background. Now I sit here typing this out while waiting for dad to return from work to go see a doctor. I really hope that itz because of the flu and not anything else. Imagine going deaf.....the thing I will miss the most....my voice(haha)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1139756899027081975-4476485906906025600?l=shaunymousing93.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shaunymousing93.blogspot.com/feeds/4476485906906025600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1139756899027081975&amp;postID=4476485906906025600' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1139756899027081975/posts/default/4476485906906025600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1139756899027081975/posts/default/4476485906906025600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaunymousing93.blogspot.com/2008/11/temporary-deafness.html' title='Temporary deafness'/><author><name>shauny-s.t.k.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11438487595466023058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1139756899027081975.post-7261234974915788747</id><published>2008-11-13T19:54:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T07:07:20.744-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pros and Cons of Addiction towards EPL</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Watchin EPL matches has become a custom of many people all across d globe. Consisting of teams only based in England, it displays among the best players ever in the world. But why the heck are we, not even in the same continent, region, so concerned on whats happening up there?? Do we even know a single football player of our country.....I understand the Malaysian football standard is at a very amateur level but support a bit la....Malaysia boleh kan?? Instead we rush over to the nearest addidas stores to get latest, special edition jerseys, caps, wristbands, balls, boots of our favourite EPL club. Our bedroom walls are filled with posters of ronaldo, rooney, gerard, lampard, ballack, t.henry, torres, drogba and so on....&lt;br /&gt;Im not saying im an anti-EPL, I myslef have been watchin matches since the mere age of nine and am a die hard Liverpool fan...Youll Never Walk Alone!! However, these thoughts of why the heck do I even care occured to me. Okay lets start with the benefits of watchin EPL. First of all, you get to learn the new stunts, tricks and techniques of kicking, dribbling, tackling, and even heading as in do not head the ball but head the players instead(zidane). Next it helps you strike up conversations with people. Example: Hey, Chelsea sux man!!!! Besides that, it helpls you earn some cah through gambling. Or loose em....My friend lost 300 bux just like that wen MU lost 2-1 to Arsenal....haha padan muka, thats wad happens when you support useless teams..hehe. Some people even bet handphones and cars. Also it allows you to stay up late, in my case la. Example, my trials were goin on and there was this really nice scary movie. Asked my dad whether i could watch, then he said No......asked whether i could watch that nights match....OF CUZ! Who do you think would score huh??? lols. And finally, you get that feeling of satisfaction. Being a fan, somehow you fall in love with the club and feel you are part of it......when they score goals, it feels like you scored full marks for a test. Thats all the benefits that I can think of so far. If there are any more, pls comment I can add em.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving on to the negative effects. Firstly, watchin EPL makes you put on weight. It has become a regular activity for many to visit the mamak stall with friends during the weekends. Foods such as roti canai, teh tarik, murtabak and so served with various types of curries such as pork curry(rk house) are ordered in large amounts. Roti canai takes weeks to digest and leads to overweight problems. At home, we are usually slouched on the sofa while feasting on chocolates, popcorn and bottles of coke and beer. Next, there is no future for Malaysian football. Young players who are very talented migrate to UK hoping they will be able to join some club and the ones left here are the hopeless ones. Quarrels too often occur from diehard fans....They get too emotional especially when theyre team losses. For example, there are always fights in pubs from drunk fans supporting different teams. In relation to that, sum ppl tend to injure themselves out of frustration. My cousin, pounded his fist so hard on the wall repeatedly that it started bleeding and required bleeding. Asshole right, that also when the result was a draw. Sorry, mind has gone blank.....cant think of anything else...lols. In conclusion, watchin epl has its pros and cons. Itz good for the younger generation who make up the future of footbal, but for all the uncles, mamas, pakcik.....to much addiction over this causes negative effects. There was even an article in the paper that a man died of a heart attack when the team he supported lost. lols. So will you all minimise the time spent watchin matches, money spent buying equipment of your favourite clubs and outings to mamak stalls?? Din think so, but it was worth a try anyway...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1139756899027081975-7261234974915788747?l=shaunymousing93.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shaunymousing93.blogspot.com/feeds/7261234974915788747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1139756899027081975&amp;postID=7261234974915788747' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1139756899027081975/posts/default/7261234974915788747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1139756899027081975/posts/default/7261234974915788747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaunymousing93.blogspot.com/2008/11/pros-and-cons-of-addiction-towards-epl.html' title='Pros and Cons of Addiction towards EPL'/><author><name>shauny-s.t.k.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11438487595466023058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1139756899027081975.post-3697188335532527724</id><published>2008-11-13T06:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T06:49:43.379-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#33ccff;"&gt;* SIMPLE VS REAL * * * *A simple friend has never seen you cry. * *A real friend has shoulders soggy from your tears. * * * *A simple friend doesn't know your parents' first names. * *A real friend has their phone numbers in his address book. * * * *A simple friend brings a bottle of wine to your party. * *A real friend comes early to help you cook and stays late to * *help you clean. * * * *A simple friend hates it when you call after he has gone to * *bed. * *A real friend asks you why you took so long to call. * * * *A simple friend seeks to talk with you about your problems. * *A real friend seeks to help you with your problems. * * * *A simple friend wonders about your romantic history. * *A real friend could blackmail you with it. * * * *A simple friend, when visiting, acts like a guest. * *A real friend opens your refrigerator and helps himself. * * * *A simple friend thinks the friendship is over when you have * *an argument. * *A real friend knows that it's not a friendship until after you've * *had a fight. * * * *A simple friend expects you to always be there for them. * *A real friend expects to always be there for you! * * * *Pass this on to anyone you care about. If you get it back you have *found your true friends! A ball is a circle, No beginning, no end. * *It keeps us together, Like our Circle of Friends, But the treasure * insidefor you to see is the treasure of friendship *You've granted to me. Today I pass the friendship ball to you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1139756899027081975-3697188335532527724?l=shaunymousing93.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shaunymousing93.blogspot.com/feeds/3697188335532527724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1139756899027081975&amp;postID=3697188335532527724' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1139756899027081975/posts/default/3697188335532527724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1139756899027081975/posts/default/3697188335532527724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaunymousing93.blogspot.com/2008/11/simple-vs-real-simple-friend-has-never.html' title=''/><author><name>shauny-s.t.k.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11438487595466023058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1139756899027081975.post-930214742482124450</id><published>2008-11-13T04:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T04:07:14.427-08:00</updated><title type='text'>An Impossible Mission</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Listen up soldiers, we have a crisis on our hands. A silent army has been built up over hundreds of years and is the most deadly enemy we have ever had to face. This enemy you people have known since the day you were brought into this world. You are face to face with this enemy every day, unknowing that every step you take, every move you make, and every decision you face is contributing somehow to this army’s strength. In case you haven’t noticed yet, ladies and gentlemen, this enemy is ourselves. Slowly and surely we are destroying animals, ourselves and most importantly the only planet we have, Earth. You have probably all heard this speech a thousand times before, and well if this has to be the 1001 before we get off our lazy, self-destructing asses and do something to fix it, so be it! I admit I’m no better than the rest of you at the simple things in everyday life that are destroying this planet, but the whole issue pisses me off. Our whole existence revolves around money, and our personal benefit. We have forgotten how to do things for others, how to help the planet and, in turn, how to benefit the species. The fact is simple people, we’re killing ourselves. Many, however, don’t notice it. They believe what they’re doing is either beneficial, or that they are too small to do anything about it. Well most of them are right, most of us fall under some sort of higher power, which means that the root of the problems are mainly the governments. Don’t think that this is leading into one of those x-filesy, conspiracy theory type lectures, however if you’d like to call it that, I wont be one to judge. I do believe the governments know how to prevent and stop much of the problems in our world today. For example, it’s a widely known fact that we have the technology to use water instead of gas for cars, but the government wont allow production because they get money off gas, and to them it’s more important than a clean environment, more important than contaminating the water, or killing off animals because of the pollution even when the money they get from the gas ends up being put back into trying to control these problems anyway. And who was the guy who thought that burning fossil fuels would be a good source of energy anyway? Did they take the first suggestion that came up or what? Fossil fuels are not everlasting guys, HELLO! Is our species so narrow-minded that we can’t see into the future and realise that one day it will run out. Or did we know that in the beginning and not care cause it was the only resource we could use? Did we then become so lazy that we couldn’t spend the time and money (ooo not money!!) to figure out some other sort of fuel or energy source?!?! This is nuts!!! So go ahead try and hide. Protect yourselves with your fancy guns and munitions, run away with your trains, planes, and automobiles or go about as if nothing’s happening. None of those will help you much cause the only way we can shelter ourselves from what’s to come is if we stop it from ever happening. Now are you all able to get off your couches, stop watching your TV’s and do something about it? Didn’t think so but it was worth a try anyway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1139756899027081975-930214742482124450?l=shaunymousing93.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shaunymousing93.blogspot.com/feeds/930214742482124450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1139756899027081975&amp;postID=930214742482124450' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1139756899027081975/posts/default/930214742482124450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1139756899027081975/posts/default/930214742482124450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaunymousing93.blogspot.com/2008/11/impossible-mission.html' title='An Impossible Mission'/><author><name>shauny-s.t.k.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11438487595466023058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1139756899027081975.post-3713012358985254295</id><published>2008-11-13T03:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T04:04:55.710-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Do You Think???</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Do you think? When was the last time you really sat down and thought about something? Was it &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;a few minutes ago or a few months ago? Our society is so reliant on someone else thinking for &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;them that we have become a co-dependent culture. Did you watch the news today? Was some &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;guy on a killing spree? A serial killer. Did you ever wonder if they felt any mercy for the person &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;as they killed them, each one of them? Or maybe they were merciless and they felt nothing. Or &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;maybe, just maybe, they are a figment of your imagination. Did you wake up this morning or are &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;you still dreaming? Or are you possibly in a computer generated and controlled world that will &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;keep you there until you wake up, like in the movie the Matrix? Are people fond of you or do &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;people hate you? Maybe as you were walking past that person this morning and you said hi and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;they smiled and waved back, they were just doing it to make you go away. Or maybe they have &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;a crush on you. Maybe, in the middle of that movie you were watching in English class, there was &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;a subliminal message that said "FOOD" and so you thought you were hungry. Is there really an &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;afterlife or do you just die and cease to exist? A Heaven? A Hell? ANd ghosts. Are they there? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Are they what give you the shivers when you're waking up in the middle of the night, wondering &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;if someone is lurking around the corner? ALiens? Do they exist or are they just some media &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;generated piece of America's collection of dreams? If they do exist, are they of higher level of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;intelligence, lower, or the same? Would they be out to harm us, be friendly, or just be like us? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Would they be us? Maybe they have blue skin, twenty tentacles on their head, and purple hair. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Or maybe they look just like us and exist in some far corner of the universe. And, yes, the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;universe. Have you ever thought about how far the universe goes? Does it ever end? Maybe if &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;one went far enought they'd reach some place of being beyond a human's comprehension? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Wormholes also referred to as "black holes" ; there is a theory that states that if someone were &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;to be sucked into one that they would be "speghettified" meaning that they would be stretched &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;into an impossible length to be accomplished on earth. If they were to also be sucked through to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;the other end, would they end up at another place in time, maybe 100.000 years in the future or &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;200,000 years in the past? Black holes have such a strong gravitational force that they suck &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;light away. Where does the light go? Where do all the missing socks in the dryer go? If you could &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;go back to being a baby in your mother's womb, would you be able to realize what was going on &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;and would you remember it for the rest of your life or for a short period of time? If you went &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;back in time to the age of two years, by the time you got to the age of 16, would you be any &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;smarter? Or would everything simply be remedial? Just a thought for those of you out there &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;who haven't really sat down and had a good thought today...lols&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1139756899027081975-3713012358985254295?l=shaunymousing93.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shaunymousing93.blogspot.com/feeds/3713012358985254295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1139756899027081975&amp;postID=3713012358985254295' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1139756899027081975/posts/default/3713012358985254295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1139756899027081975/posts/default/3713012358985254295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaunymousing93.blogspot.com/2008/11/do-you-think.html' title='Do You Think???'/><author><name>shauny-s.t.k.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11438487595466023058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1139756899027081975.post-8296292950903828939</id><published>2008-11-12T07:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T07:15:26.797-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a name="4317321578556699185"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://az3lia.blogspot.com/2007/11/love-and-suffering.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_gPwGMst9dFQ/R0vPkjf5kfI/AAAAAAAAAAU/uNt_INB41DQ/s1600-h/heart_purple.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt; -&lt;br /&gt;"To love is to suffer. To avoid suffering one must not love. But then one suffers from not loving. Therefore to love is to suffer,and not to love is to suffer. To suffer is to suffer. To be happy is to love. To be happy then is to suffer. But suffering makes one unhappy. Therefore, to be unhappy one must love, or love to suffer, or suffer from too much happiness."&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;The Paradox is This- If you Love until it Hurts...There can be no more pain...Only More Love...&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;We always Believe our first love is our last;&lt;br /&gt;And our Last love is our first...&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;Love is like an hour glass...The heart fills...as the Brain empties...&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;Love is the Condition...&lt;br /&gt;in which the happiness of another person&lt;br /&gt;is essential to your own...&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;Life is a FLower...in which Honey, is love.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;So i guess without love......u dun haf a life???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;WHAT IS LOVE ANYWAY?????!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1139756899027081975-8296292950903828939?l=shaunymousing93.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shaunymousing93.blogspot.com/feeds/8296292950903828939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1139756899027081975&amp;postID=8296292950903828939' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1139756899027081975/posts/default/8296292950903828939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1139756899027081975/posts/default/8296292950903828939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaunymousing93.blogspot.com/2008/11/love-to-love-is-to-suffer.html' title=''/><author><name>shauny-s.t.k.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11438487595466023058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1139756899027081975.post-7200005996958065171</id><published>2008-10-26T05:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-26T05:55:30.677-07:00</updated><title type='text'>fitting in.......</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Lately ive been emo-ing bout stuffz which are actually not worth stressing myself about. Friends- i have a lot but wad about close, true ones.....dun think it even passes five. Kay lets give an example.....in my class there r many 'gangz'. Picture a circle with me as the centre, the circle contains many sectors. Meaning ill b able to go and chat with any group but somehow cannot be a part of it. So like a bloody retard, i try and fit in into any of the one groups, do alota dumb stuff such as update myself on d groups interests. In the end, i jz ended up hurting myself and remained in the same place where I started. So I started hating myself for d sucker I am. Then a little bird told me that i dun even have to try but just stop and be myself, thats how people will know the real you and like you. Might sound like a real known fact but most of us tend to forget it. And in the process of tryna fit in, I neglected those few people that were actually friends. So i realised that the way to fit in, be likeable is to stop pretending of whom youre not. Be yourslef and somehow everything will fall into place. Someone called me a star in the sky. In this busy life, people neva look up to the sky but instead are busy with worldly stuff. When problems arise and they feel depressed, then only they look up and there I am. The fact is, I am a person who only gets noticed when times are badd.....that just sux right. But hey, itz better than nothing. Friends are a part of life and everyone needs them. True friends take time to be developed. So just show a lil bit of love to everyone and you wont have problems getting friends cuz FRIENDS ARE LOVE XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1139756899027081975-7200005996958065171?l=shaunymousing93.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shaunymousing93.blogspot.com/feeds/7200005996958065171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1139756899027081975&amp;postID=7200005996958065171' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1139756899027081975/posts/default/7200005996958065171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1139756899027081975/posts/default/7200005996958065171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaunymousing93.blogspot.com/2008/10/fitting-in.html' title='fitting in.......'/><author><name>shauny-s.t.k.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11438487595466023058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
