<?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-519684778848983295</id><updated>2011-07-08T02:34:23.319-07:00</updated><title type='text'>woes and wishes</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terminalforretards.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/519684778848983295/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terminalforretards.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>fatt-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17731178369241218963</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>15</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-519684778848983295.post-7296603559510685513</id><published>2009-10-06T06:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-06T06:39:02.890-07:00</updated><title type='text'>PROMO SCHROMO</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;fatimah is on unpaid leave until 15 october.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;although, she do wonders what the need for the word "unpaid". even when she is not on leave she is not paid after all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;fatimah is now seriously considering charging people who read her posts. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;after all, these are the musings of a genius.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;(fatimah also admits she has no shame)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Ta darlings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/519684778848983295-7296603559510685513?l=terminalforretards.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terminalforretards.blogspot.com/feeds/7296603559510685513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=519684778848983295&amp;postID=7296603559510685513' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/519684778848983295/posts/default/7296603559510685513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/519684778848983295/posts/default/7296603559510685513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terminalforretards.blogspot.com/2009/10/promo-schromo.html' title='PROMO SCHROMO'/><author><name>fatt-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17731178369241218963</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-519684778848983295.post-5233860841919355730</id><published>2009-10-04T04:14:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-04T04:29:07.450-07:00</updated><title type='text'>dearest bitch.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;HAPPY BELATED 17TH BIRTHDAY PEIWEN.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;OH MY GOD KWEK, I AM SUCH AN IDIOT TO FORGET...SO SORRY DARLING!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;HEHE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd sing you the birthday song, but we wouldn't want it to rain right??haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love you forever and always!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and see, i still rmb that your fave colour is orange!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/519684778848983295-5233860841919355730?l=terminalforretards.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terminalforretards.blogspot.com/feeds/5233860841919355730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=519684778848983295&amp;postID=5233860841919355730' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/519684778848983295/posts/default/5233860841919355730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/519684778848983295/posts/default/5233860841919355730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terminalforretards.blogspot.com/2009/10/dearest-bitch.html' title='dearest bitch.'/><author><name>fatt-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17731178369241218963</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-519684778848983295.post-7810084387799413209</id><published>2009-10-02T08:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-02T08:34:59.996-07:00</updated><title type='text'>conformity and expectations</title><content type='html'>It's confirmed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't go to Japan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just as I had expected it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I called Gail to tell her, and she was like, "Try, you never know. They may give in"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Delia said the same thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But i know my parents best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They had said their piece, and all I can do is to obey them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just like the filial, obedient daughter they had crafted me out to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a wax statue, they shape me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I conform to their wishes, their demands. All these high expectations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't mistake me. I love them, more than anything in this world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just wish they don't expect so much of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish they don't see me as perfect, and beautiful and able to do anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For i am human.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need room to make mistakes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to make bad choices, so i can learn from them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If i not allowed this atleast, then how am i to grow?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For once, I wish they see me as their 17 year old daughter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and not the little girl i was.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/519684778848983295-7810084387799413209?l=terminalforretards.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terminalforretards.blogspot.com/feeds/7810084387799413209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=519684778848983295&amp;postID=7810084387799413209' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/519684778848983295/posts/default/7810084387799413209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/519684778848983295/posts/default/7810084387799413209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terminalforretards.blogspot.com/2009/10/conformity-and-expectations.html' title='conformity and expectations'/><author><name>fatt-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17731178369241218963</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-519684778848983295.post-7154867041878371616</id><published>2009-10-01T05:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-01T06:03:41.168-07:00</updated><title type='text'>culture shock</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;It's been so long since i last blogged. There, I've said it myself. Considerate of me no? I've saved all that time of yours (READ= gail and delia) otherwise spent berating me on how erratic my blogging is. HEY! I've already said over and over again, I am an inconsistent blogger. It's not MY fault that you people have high expectations....once a month is good enough, right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Alright, alright, just for you (READ= gail and delia) I'll write an extra long post, ok??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;so, anyways, I've decided to move on. I finally realised that there were better things for me. I can't truly express how relieve i feel. No more pretenses, no more anxiety, no more regret...haha, see delia, no more Heartbreak Hotel! Sigh...times like this, (times of sadness, la!) makes me feel grateful to have the friends that i have. Although they are completely mad, eccentric and retarded, and although they can annoy you half to death, they make life meaningful So thanks, darlings!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Anyway, yesterday was a completely retarded day. the whole bloody day I just couldn't stop laughing or singing. Oh! And not to mention dancing! Haha, I wonder what it was that made me so happy....hmmmmm.:winks: Mr Nair was staring at us as even gail and delia found my new-found happiness contagious. We were breaking out in song every few minutes, to Xavier's exasperation.haha. Lit was SUPER yesterday, the whole class was making fun of Tneo. Mr Nair was so confused, the expression on his face was hilarious! And when we were separated int groups to do some questions, us girls did nonsensical stuff that annoyed Xavier and nearly made him blush.heh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;I want to go to Japan!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;I suddenly remembered how the 2 bimbos were so excited about Japan and i really wish that i could go too...i have yet to ask my parents...something i am definitely not looking forward to..they're great parents, the best, really, but sometimes I feel that they are too over-protective. Sigh. My father can't say no...he promised me that i can go to any overseas immersion programme if i joined debate but it's my mum that's the problem. She can't say no either, since my father ultimately has the last say, but it's like I'll be pitting them against each other. Mum will be furious that my father made that "stupid deal" with me and she will sulk and ugh...I don't want to think about it anymore lest i lose all confidence and will never even ask them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Anyways, my back is killing me. I have been sitting in front of this computer for the last six hours doing the darned Literature project and i have yet to complete it. It such tedious work. Oh god, I've been hunched fat too long over the keyboard. OUCH! OK, i just stretched wrongly, hehe. My fingers seem to be permanently conformed to the shape pf the mouse. I must admit, blogging is a great idea. All this typing is loosening up my too-stiff fingers. Heh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;My mum is bringing us girls out for lunch at Pizza Hut and my father is sulking adorably...haha. He wants to follow but my mum says NO. hehe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;You know, I've had had likings for guys of different kinds, there are the funny guys, the sporty guys, the serious silent guys..but in the end, I'll be the happiest girl if i can find someone who can make me happy the way my dad makes my mum happy. Now that is love at its best.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Often people question the existence of love. Whenever i hear someone do that i feel scandalised. If you question's love existence, you would be questioning the essence of life. Love need not necessarily extend only to the person whom you want to spend the rest of your life with, but really, to everyone who is important to you, your family, your friends and for some, their pets. The absence of love would be equivalent to the absence of good...and i don't think we're at that stage yet, not yet...but what with the number of suicidal and murderous teenagers alike, with the increasingly steep rate of moral degradation, we are well on our way to that stage. I pray to God, that will only occur long after I'm gone. I wouldn't want to stick around to witness that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;I think that's enough morbid talk. There's only so much of deep and dark conversation we can handle, if i go on, none of us will be able to sleep well tonight. UNLESS IF YOU"RE HEARTLESS!!!! by the way, i had stopped blogging two paragraphs earlier to go for my lunch but now. i have returned. After all, i promised that I would write extra long today after abandoning My faithful readers (you) for so long. Not that i feel guilty..heh. I miss writing like this. In secondary school, I loved writing assignments or practice compositions. I'd always picked the narrative question...the one word question. It's more free-ranging and i can exercise creativity more, and caution less. It was pure, unadulterated bliss. Even though I'm taking Lit now, I don't get to write narratives. My questions are in fact long comprehension questions that are worth 25 marks. I have all this requirements to fulfill. How taxing. I miss the freedom of writing. I miss my secondary school friends. I saw Frederick earlier at Jurong Point when i went to eat. It was a brief meeting. I was going down the escalator, and he was coming up. All we could do was smile and wave at each other.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;At times like this, I remember my first day of school. It was horrible. I was the only one from Kent Ridge. When we sat down at the hall, I felt so ostracised. All around me were YTSS students. The first person to talk to me was in fact, Danial. Haha. He asked me for tissue. For the first time, I actually regretted not having tissue paper. Haha, I'm thankful that my personality is a naturally loud one therefore i make friends easily. Now i don't think I'll ever have the problem of not having anyone to talk to..in YJ at least.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Oh well, I think I should hurry and complete the formatting of the Lit project..bleah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Ta!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&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/519684778848983295-7154867041878371616?l=terminalforretards.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terminalforretards.blogspot.com/feeds/7154867041878371616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=519684778848983295&amp;postID=7154867041878371616' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/519684778848983295/posts/default/7154867041878371616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/519684778848983295/posts/default/7154867041878371616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terminalforretards.blogspot.com/2009/10/culture-shock.html' title='culture shock'/><author><name>fatt-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17731178369241218963</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-519684778848983295.post-8411975354602196103</id><published>2009-10-01T05:08:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-01T05:08:48.917-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/519684778848983295-8411975354602196103?l=terminalforretards.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terminalforretards.blogspot.com/feeds/8411975354602196103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=519684778848983295&amp;postID=8411975354602196103' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/519684778848983295/posts/default/8411975354602196103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/519684778848983295/posts/default/8411975354602196103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terminalforretards.blogspot.com/2009/10/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>fatt-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17731178369241218963</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-519684778848983295.post-4277130194146688536</id><published>2009-08-17T06:59:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T06:59:32.914-07:00</updated><title type='text'>teaser</title><content type='html'>Hey everybody!!&lt;br /&gt;Fatimah is back. Ok, technically, to be frank, I was never actually “gone” per se; let’s just say I was on a sabbatical, for convenience sake, shall we? And don’t start bitching about how I didn’t update and stuff. I gave you ample warning. I said I was an erratic blogger, didn’t I? so stop whining (I know you are Delia) and just be grateful that I have finally found the time, and energy, to blog.&lt;br /&gt;I’m not exactly what you call hard-working; nether can I be accused of being lackadaisical. No, what I would call this behavior of mine would be laidback or nonchalant. Mind you, this is my blog so I’ll very well label myself as I please. &lt;br /&gt;Let me keep you up to date.&lt;br /&gt;OK, maybe not. It’s far too much to write and my “laidback” attitude simply would not allow for it.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Ramadhan is just around the corner, can’t wait to shed a few kilos and come out at the end of Ramadhan looking all fab, though in actual fact I always look fab….I know, I know. I’m way too modest, aren’t I?&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, just want to say how I love the song Delia wrote to me. Haha. So adorable lah.&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I better write Gail’s name, else tomorrow she would be all, why you blog about Delia, never blog about me?? Just saying…&lt;br /&gt;Ok. &lt;br /&gt;OK.&lt;br /&gt;I’m going to bed…I’m beat.&lt;br /&gt;TA!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/519684778848983295-4277130194146688536?l=terminalforretards.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terminalforretards.blogspot.com/feeds/4277130194146688536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=519684778848983295&amp;postID=4277130194146688536' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/519684778848983295/posts/default/4277130194146688536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/519684778848983295/posts/default/4277130194146688536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terminalforretards.blogspot.com/2009/08/teaser.html' title='teaser'/><author><name>fatt-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17731178369241218963</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-519684778848983295.post-2414536795636798500</id><published>2009-06-27T00:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-27T00:07:49.866-07:00</updated><title type='text'>house arrest</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;helloooo!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;haha...i bet you've missed me, right?? anyway, i am not coming back to sit for the exams next week as i have been QUARANTINED. haha. awesome, right?? i went to Tanjung Pinang, Indonesia from tuesday the 24th to thursday and while we were there, Batam was hit by the H1N1. so i'm quarantined...which is lame seeing as to how singapore is more affected than indonesia...oh wells, as long as i get an extended holiday!!haha...but im coming back for jogathon and im psyched to see the muttons once again!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;oh! and next saturday im going back to KRSS for the awards day!!can't wait to see 4e6 again. ive missed you guys tremendously. and yes, i know i  didnt keep to my promise of updating on a regular basis but hey!!! i was really busy, i school 14 hours a day!!! travel's a bitch lah, seriously!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;anyway, im not quite feeling well now...have a slight fever, the flu and a sore throat...yeucks...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;see you guys on the third and fourth then!!!bye, love you loads!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/519684778848983295-2414536795636798500?l=terminalforretards.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terminalforretards.blogspot.com/feeds/2414536795636798500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=519684778848983295&amp;postID=2414536795636798500' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/519684778848983295/posts/default/2414536795636798500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/519684778848983295/posts/default/2414536795636798500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terminalforretards.blogspot.com/2009/06/house-arrest.html' title='house arrest'/><author><name>fatt-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17731178369241218963</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-519684778848983295.post-4447868964601377836</id><published>2009-05-03T08:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T08:50:23.673-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HOUSE EXCO CAMP 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;HEY PEOPLE!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Omg&lt;/span&gt;, house &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;exco&lt;/span&gt; camp was the greatest &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;lah&lt;/span&gt;! Never had so much fun before! The J2 house &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;exco&lt;/span&gt; did a fantastic job, it will be hard to match up with that kind of standard &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;sia&lt;/span&gt;. But &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;neh&lt;/span&gt; mind, my house &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;exco&lt;/span&gt; is DA BOMB. Everyone rocks my socks off &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;lah&lt;/span&gt;. Let me tell you who they are.&lt;br /&gt;Respectively, Captain, Vice-Captain (sports), Vice Captain (non-sports) and Secretary&lt;br /&gt;For &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Admiralty: &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Wisarut&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Rosani&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Shona&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Yuh&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Yan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Canberra: Derek, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Royston&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Anurag&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Shi&lt;/span&gt; Min&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Peirce: Lester, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;Pindong&lt;/span&gt;, GAIL and Derrick&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Rodney: &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;Yuhang&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;Divya&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;JINGJING&lt;/span&gt; and DELIA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;Seletar&lt;/span&gt;: Denice, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;Liyana&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;Hou&lt;/span&gt; Mun and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;FATIMAH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt;. Notice how the &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;muttons&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;are in caps?? Biased much…&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;im&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;chionging&lt;/span&gt; my history essay now..yes,yes I know….I deserve it for procrastinating…stop being a bitch about it already would you. I was going to do it yesterday, but I came home at 3, after cheer practise yesterday, and I was damn exhausted can so I managed to post the camp pictures and then promptly fell asleep and today I had to wake up early and clean because my brother’s fiancee and her family was visiting and I played hostess until three when I had Maths tuition (I know, I know…it’s lame. But hey! My maths really, really sucked. And tuition has helped greatly and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;ive&lt;/span&gt; been scoring 90% for my last two tests!!! And &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;kent&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"&gt;ridgeans&lt;/span&gt;, you would know what a miracle this is…but enough digression…) so I finally have time to cram now and I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33"&gt;didn&lt;/span&gt;’t even get to watch X-Men the Last Stand…&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_34"&gt;neh&lt;/span&gt; mind, at least I’&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_35"&gt;ve&lt;/span&gt; watched it before!&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, ya! I was talking about the House &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_36"&gt;Exco&lt;/span&gt; Camp….I have posted the pictures up on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_37"&gt;facebook&lt;/span&gt; so check it out yourselves people. The programme was greatly organised, from the icebreakers to the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_38"&gt;barbeques&lt;/span&gt; I had immense fun! The only time I felt bored was during the VP talk which went on and on and on and on and on…well, you get the picture!! Even Mrs George’s talk was fun, it was truly motivational and enlightening! God, I love her &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_39"&gt;lah&lt;/span&gt;. She’s damn sweet. During the first night, the girls thought we were damn smart, the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_40"&gt;Muttons&lt;/span&gt; specifically, and thought,” hey! Since it’s damn warm, why not we spread open our sleeping bags and sleep on it??” the possibility of it getting colder during midnight to dawn never entered our minds…but at least &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_41"&gt;gail&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;shared with us her sleeping bag as a blanket but me, being an aggressive sleeper…&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_42"&gt;hehe&lt;/span&gt;….tousled for it subconsciously at night, resulting in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_43"  style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;jingjing&lt;/span&gt; being exposed to the cold…so when Mrs George woke at six, she saw that &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_44"&gt;jingjing&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;was freezing so she draped her jacket over &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_45"  style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;jingjing&lt;/span&gt;…I know, right…&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_46"&gt;AWWWW&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;oh...before we slept..we had a night walk, so we were suppose to pair up with a person from the opposite sex who we didn't know too well, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_47"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;, i cheated and paired with &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Lester&lt;/span&gt;!! we were a lame pair..&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_48"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;. he was scared of the supernatural stuff and i was scared of everything else, cockroaches, cats, lizards, dustbins, masks...&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_49"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;. what?!they were scary okay!!! anyway, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_50"  style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;lester&lt;/span&gt; was my hero &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_51"&gt;lah&lt;/span&gt;...i dug my fingernails into his hands cos i grabbed it too hard...there were thousands of cockroaches everywhere &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_52"&gt;lah&lt;/span&gt;!! and cats and lizards...and dustbins!!&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_53"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;..anyway, when we were walking past the library corridor,it was damn dark there, so i closed my eyes because i was damn scared got more cockroaches, and i latched unto &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_54"  style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;lester's&lt;/span&gt; arms, and then when we were walking to the end, as i had my eyes close, i didn't see Diana, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_55"&gt;Fairoz&lt;/span&gt; and Ow sitting there so naturally, when &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_56"&gt;Fairoz&lt;/span&gt; banged the table,it scared the CRAP out of me!!! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_57"&gt;embarassing&lt;/span&gt; lahhh..haha...but...THANKS &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;LESTER&lt;/span&gt;!!!!&lt;br /&gt;How can you not love her? So motherly &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_58"&gt;lah&lt;/span&gt;. Anyway, the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_59"&gt;telematches&lt;/span&gt; were great. Although, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_60"  style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;seletar&lt;/span&gt; sucked..&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_61"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;…the fact that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_62"&gt;Salizan&lt;/span&gt; played for us was damn sweet &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_63"&gt;lah&lt;/span&gt;…since he’s from &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Rodney&lt;/span&gt;.. And &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_64"  style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;peirce&lt;/span&gt; won the J1 competition, but the end when the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_65"&gt;JI&lt;/span&gt; house &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_66"&gt;exco&lt;/span&gt; played against J2 house &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_67"&gt;exco&lt;/span&gt;, J2s won of course, they were really legendary &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_68"&gt;sia&lt;/span&gt;!! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_69"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt;…during that time the legend of “two lines” was born…how embarrassing. Stupid &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Lester&lt;/span&gt;. Keep disturbing me!!! After that we played the Jigsaw game and our House &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_70"&gt;Exco&lt;/span&gt; motto is, “Rise to Lead”…prolific, eh…again a stroke of brilliance from Mrs George!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_71"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt;. The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_72"&gt;barbeque&lt;/span&gt; was super fun…we had fun cheering, chanting and basically being rowdy. Then we attempted jump shots, which failed miserably!!!!&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_73"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;..but it was fun trying. After that we had a game of Dare or Dare, where I was forced to do a super slutty dance to Low…stupid people. I think ms &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_74"&gt;suryati&lt;/span&gt; saw &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_75"&gt;lah&lt;/span&gt;…&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_76"&gt;shittttt&lt;/span&gt;…&lt;br /&gt;And than after that, at 10, the J2 house &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_77"&gt;exco&lt;/span&gt; left, and we were still in school!!!playing ice and water..&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_78"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt; so fun. GOD! I love house &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_79"&gt;exco&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_80"&gt;lahhhh&lt;/span&gt;…&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, really have to do my history essay now…don’t complain!!!I wrote a lot today &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_81"&gt;lah&lt;/span&gt;…I did a word count: 819 words &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_82"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;…&lt;br /&gt;Ta!! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_83"&gt;Fatt&lt;/span&gt; loves you!!!!&lt;333&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/519684778848983295-4447868964601377836?l=terminalforretards.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terminalforretards.blogspot.com/feeds/4447868964601377836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=519684778848983295&amp;postID=4447868964601377836' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/519684778848983295/posts/default/4447868964601377836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/519684778848983295/posts/default/4447868964601377836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terminalforretards.blogspot.com/2009/05/house-exco-camp-2009.html' title='HOUSE EXCO CAMP 2009'/><author><name>fatt-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17731178369241218963</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-519684778848983295.post-7970981241430681701</id><published>2009-04-28T09:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T09:07:59.643-07:00</updated><title type='text'>an ode to PI</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;i have won,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;i have conquered. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;i am victor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;i am one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;PI, you lay there, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;completed,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;defeated, though you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;desisted and you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;resisted&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;i have won,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;i am victor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/519684778848983295-7970981241430681701?l=terminalforretards.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terminalforretards.blogspot.com/feeds/7970981241430681701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=519684778848983295&amp;postID=7970981241430681701' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/519684778848983295/posts/default/7970981241430681701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/519684778848983295/posts/default/7970981241430681701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terminalforretards.blogspot.com/2009/04/ode-to-pi.html' title='an ode to PI'/><author><name>fatt-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17731178369241218963</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-519684778848983295.post-647556795064899898</id><published>2009-04-28T07:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-01T01:15:35.906-07:00</updated><title type='text'>muttons and awkwardness</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Today was GREAT. It &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;didn&lt;/span&gt;’t start out too well though. Firstly, it was &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;POURING&lt;/span&gt; in lakeside &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;lah&lt;/span&gt;, then come to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;yjc&lt;/span&gt; so warm. And the stupid &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;vp&lt;/span&gt; scold us non-stop. Was melting in the heat there &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;luhh&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway right now listening to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;MUTTONS&lt;/span&gt; ‘cos &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;gail&lt;/span&gt; said she &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;texted&lt;/span&gt; in and wanted to see how &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;bimbotic&lt;/span&gt; it is. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Lol&lt;/span&gt;. Anyway, I was looking forward to house &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;exco&lt;/span&gt; camp because, like, I love MY &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;exco&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;lah&lt;/span&gt; but then, now it’s a bit awkward…&lt;br /&gt;So mean to my heart, speaking of which, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_17" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;GAILdearest&lt;/span&gt; came up with a hand signal-&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_18" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;cun&lt;/span&gt;-movement thingy to go with that…&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_19" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;…damn cute. Anyway GAIL just told me that she thinks that the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_20" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;sms&lt;/span&gt; wont be read as someone already won the phone that she wants, and she won’t tell me what she &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_21" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;smsed&lt;/span&gt; ….so mean!!! it’s supposed to be something embarrassing that happened to her. Stupid cheerleader….&lt;br /&gt;Anyway &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_22" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;atleast&lt;/span&gt; I know the legend of &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_23" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;NUTSMAN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_24" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Hahahah&lt;/span&gt;. Classic &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_25" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;yee&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_26" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;kiat&lt;/span&gt; and Xavier &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_27" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;lah&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_28" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Cheekopehs&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Oh!oh! Go check out &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_29" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;yeekiat&lt;/span&gt;’s blog people!!! He is a FANTASTIC poet man!!! &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_30" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;didn&lt;/span&gt;’t know he wrote poetry…so talented.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, disturbed Lester like mad during &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_31" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Econs&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_32" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;. Oops!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_33" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Hahaha&lt;/span&gt;. Sorry, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_34" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;muttons&lt;/span&gt; is cracking me up. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_35" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, so annoying, I forgot to save the new edited copy of my PI and just lost it all.&lt;br /&gt;And &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_36" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;lizz&lt;/span&gt; is TAO-&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_37" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ing&lt;/span&gt; me, not really &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_38" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;lah&lt;/span&gt;, she’s tired and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_39" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;emo&lt;/span&gt; for some reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_40" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Neh&lt;/span&gt; mind..&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_41" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;neh&lt;/span&gt; mind…now that bimbo cheerleader wants to know what I say about her. Here’s to you &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_42" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;gail&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;SOH GAIL ROCKS MY SOCKS OFF!!!!!&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/519684778848983295-647556795064899898?l=terminalforretards.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terminalforretards.blogspot.com/feeds/647556795064899898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=519684778848983295&amp;postID=647556795064899898' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/519684778848983295/posts/default/647556795064899898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/519684778848983295/posts/default/647556795064899898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terminalforretards.blogspot.com/2009/04/muttons-and-awkwardness.html' title='muttons and awkwardness'/><author><name>fatt-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17731178369241218963</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-519684778848983295.post-7159163068643694409</id><published>2009-04-18T23:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-18T23:19:48.592-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the devil and his apprentice</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Finally!!!! Results for house positions are out and I’m in the house exco!!!! Haha, im the secretary of &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Seletar&lt;/span&gt;…[cue for applause,morons!] so my captain is denice, vice-captain for sports is Liyana SIDEK and vice-captain for non-sports is that slacker…haha….HAO MUN. oooh….Yuhang is Captain for &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Rodney&lt;/span&gt;, and divya is vice-captain for sports!!BRAVO. MoLESTER is captain for &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Peirce&lt;/span&gt;,(I know, right??) and gail is vice -captain!! Apt choices…haha. House exco is going to be so much fun!!! We’re having a camp during the labour day holiday, merging with council….with the mentioned people, I have a feeling it’s going to be a BLAST. Oh and shaocong told me that during the camp, there will be assigned time slots for us to do our homework….how considerate…[read=lame].&lt;br /&gt;So, anyways, I am so angry…I’m only going to get a new phone in two to three moths time! I know, SO MEAN TO MY HEART, right? Haiz, ohh…thanks to a smart-alec (!!!) now SG 24 will be called to answer questions every time during Econs…aghhhh. We’re so screwed. I don’t even know a thing!! DAMN.&lt;br /&gt;Haiz…I’m a tad worried about my Econs, for Maths, im coping very well thanks to my FANTABULOUS tutor I know, for once in my life, exactly what in the name of Snow White and the Seven Dwarves that my maths teacher is talking about!!yeahhh. So immensely proud of myself.&lt;br /&gt;Hehe. And any &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;SELETAR &lt;/span&gt;dude/dudette reading this: if you’re interested in cheerleading please find an amazingly adorable and hot Indian girl alright? She’s in house exco, (Yay!!) and she goes by the name of Fatimah.&lt;br /&gt;That’s all for today folks. Stay in tune to find out what happens next in :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; THE INCREDIBLY EXCITING LIFE OF THE GIRL WHO IS IN YISHUN JUNIOR COLLEGE AND WHO IS AMAZINGLY ADORABLE, PRETTY AND WHO IS NOT SHORT BUT PETITE AND WHO WOULD LOVE TO HAVE HER OWN SHOW WITH A RIDICULOUSLY LONG NAME AND WHO IS TRYING TO FIGURE OUT WHAT ELSE TO WRITE AND WHO SUDDENLY REMEMBERED THAT SHE NEEDS TO WRITE HER NAME AND WHO THINKS THAT, AFTER ALL, HER SHOW SHOULD BE JUST CALLED: THAT’S SO FATIMAH BUT THEN REMEMBERED THAT DELIA’S BLOG URL SOUNDS SIMILAR SO SHE DECIDES IT’S CHEESY AND FINALLY, NAMES HER SHOW: UHH!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Love!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/519684778848983295-7159163068643694409?l=terminalforretards.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terminalforretards.blogspot.com/feeds/7159163068643694409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=519684778848983295&amp;postID=7159163068643694409' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/519684778848983295/posts/default/7159163068643694409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/519684778848983295/posts/default/7159163068643694409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terminalforretards.blogspot.com/2009/04/devil-and-his-apprentice.html' title='the devil and his apprentice'/><author><name>fatt-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17731178369241218963</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-519684778848983295.post-5117814958755296563</id><published>2009-04-15T06:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-01T01:13:32.262-07:00</updated><title type='text'>superpowers and sporadic heart failures</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;My day today was SPECTACULAR.haiz. .&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, met grace as usual at the station, then we went to school…we met the rest and gave annisa her present and a huge hug… ANNISA IS SO ADORABLE lah. Haha. Can’t believe that she is seventeen lah…. Looks more like seven!!!haha…so HAPPY BIRTHDAY ANNISA!!! Wish we could have gotten her a cake though. So anyways, after that, we went to morning assembly, then to econs lecture…finally, me,del and liz actually sat in the fourth row..and aminah was adorable, as usual.haha. Then we stayed for history and for the first time, the audi wasn’t freezing!!!! And thank the lucky stars too!!! Because I didn’t bring my beloved hoodie!! But….it came at the expense of having to sit in front of the bloody banyam tree…bet liz enjoyed it though.haha. After that we went to econs, a little drama occurred before that and I was &lt;em&gt;this&lt;/em&gt; close to punching someone, but I maintained my cool. Then we had break which was, okay. Jeanette was amazed at my ability to hum and read at the same time..haha, my superpower!! Then we arrived late to mr nairs tutorial, but as usual I am too cute to scold. And we had to present a poem by Langston hughes, I, too, sing..or something along those lines. And my group was made up of jaratt, shimei and gail and we went multi-lingual. Jaratt and shimei read in English, gail read in Chinese and I, in malay. We were trying to show the diversity in america… blihblah. Actually, we thought it was funny…haha….“makan di dapur!” then we had malay, which was okay…my malay class, with the exception of one loser, is very fun. Everyone is super nice and fun to talk to!! And we had a break after that which was EPIC to say the least. Haha…oh yaaa, divya and yuhang made it to exco positions. Good for them!!haha. I asked my captain when seletar will know and he said in 2-3 weeks!!so mean to my heart!!! Haiz…after tt we went for el, which as usual was slack and we had free and easy so we girls went to the basketball court to pretend to do work haha…suadi came and we teased and joked around….Ok. Now, I want to go eat my mum’s delicious fish head curry!!!haha…eat your hearts out!!&lt;br /&gt;Loveyouall!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/519684778848983295-5117814958755296563?l=terminalforretards.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terminalforretards.blogspot.com/feeds/5117814958755296563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=519684778848983295&amp;postID=5117814958755296563' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/519684778848983295/posts/default/5117814958755296563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/519684778848983295/posts/default/5117814958755296563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terminalforretards.blogspot.com/2009/04/superpowers-and-sporadic-heart-failures.html' title='superpowers and sporadic heart failures'/><author><name>fatt-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17731178369241218963</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-519684778848983295.post-8994255108451694691</id><published>2009-04-14T07:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T07:22:30.630-07:00</updated><title type='text'>love poem</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;since my blog doesnt have the disclaimer section anymore ill post the love poem here:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I make this solemn promise to you:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;To be your lover when you need to be loved,&lt;br /&gt;your doctor when you are ill,&lt;br /&gt;your army when you go to war,&lt;br /&gt;your umbrella when life rains down on you,&lt;br /&gt;your rock when you get weary,&lt;br /&gt;your shield when you need defense,&lt;br /&gt;your spirit when you are drained, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;your pillow when you need to rest,&lt;br /&gt;your voice when no one can hear you, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;your ear when no one will listen, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;your comfort when you feel pain,&lt;br /&gt;your hero when you are under duress,&lt;br /&gt;your sunshine when darkness falls,&lt;br /&gt;your answer when questions arise, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;your inspiration to overcome obstacles, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;your hand to hold when you are frightened,&lt;br /&gt;your kiss that wakes you everyday,&lt;br /&gt;and your "I love you" each and every night.&lt;br /&gt;I am yours... all of me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Tyr Annassassi - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/519684778848983295-8994255108451694691?l=terminalforretards.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terminalforretards.blogspot.com/feeds/8994255108451694691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=519684778848983295&amp;postID=8994255108451694691' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/519684778848983295/posts/default/8994255108451694691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/519684778848983295/posts/default/8994255108451694691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terminalforretards.blogspot.com/2009/04/love-poem.html' title='love poem'/><author><name>fatt-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17731178369241218963</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-519684778848983295.post-1634672703681841831</id><published>2009-04-14T06:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-01T01:12:30.277-07:00</updated><title type='text'>pleasure, pain and revenge</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;OMG.I just visited stupid liz’s blog and she posted DAMN unglam photos of us….you wait, liz. JUST YOU WAIT. Fatimah is going to have her ….wait for it….FACEBOOK REVENGE!!!! Bwahahahahaha. Right.&lt;br /&gt;So this morning had mass pe first lecture..yesss. The benefits of being a house-exco elect don’t have to run like the other commoners. Haha. Just have to “help” Mdm sheilia (sp?) out at the long jump segment…was teamed with Jeanette and Delia. So lame. didn’t really do much, just watched the jumping board to see if anyone corked up and shout “FOUL”. ha-ha, so fun seeing the frustration the guys faces when they realised they efforts was in vain. Hey! Don’t judge me…so, I believe in schadenfreude…to each her own, eh?&lt;br /&gt;After that we watched “The Power of One”, in literature…..so sad when the prison dude died…..I couldn’t watch the bits where he was beaten up. Anyway, my breaks were lovely today. Heart-stopping even!&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, stupid jeanette say my blogskin very lian so im going to change it. STUPID JEANETTE.&lt;br /&gt;Have I mentioned how ADORABLE annisa is?? Haaha ….too cute lah. Want to strangle her until she squeaks…lol!!!&lt;br /&gt;So…..I have to do malay kefahaman now….and are you guys proud of me??? I UPDATED!!!!!!!YAY!!!&lt;br /&gt;And liz…..you’re going DOWN girl!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/519684778848983295-1634672703681841831?l=terminalforretards.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terminalforretards.blogspot.com/feeds/1634672703681841831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=519684778848983295&amp;postID=1634672703681841831' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/519684778848983295/posts/default/1634672703681841831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/519684778848983295/posts/default/1634672703681841831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terminalforretards.blogspot.com/2009/04/pleasure-pain-and-revenge.html' title='pleasure, pain and revenge'/><author><name>fatt-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17731178369241218963</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-519684778848983295.post-6548433942746948480</id><published>2009-04-12T03:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T03:48:32.515-07:00</updated><title type='text'>apartheid and copycats</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;and ladies and gentlemen, a round of applause for....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YES!!! i am very proud of myself. blogging twice already!!! haha. rather consistent, eh?? haha. a far cry about how my previous blog used to be like. haha. i seriously hope i can keep this up. it might just be possible, seeing how i have to use the lappy a lot for my work so yeah. to all my beloved kreans, this might be good news to you. to my beloved yjcians, haha, you don't know how lucky you are. so anyway, i have FINALLY, completed my PI. woohoo!!!! haha, liz wrote like a million words, even i myself, with my frugality, exceeded the word limit of 500. and we have yet to touch on parts 3 and 4. i did my cover page too, but it didn't come out exactly like it should because my computer doesn't support the features of microsoft works!!!! i had to revert it to compatibility mode and it came out, different. but oh wells, Mr Sng would just have to deal with it!! anywho, i still haven't done my lit apartheid research or my gp article review...but after i help apunehneh with his blogskin [i know, i'm a saint], im off to do them. oh joy![for the SPASTIC, read:SARCASM] anyway, i think my font is too small for the previous post so i'm increasing it for this post.haha. [read with delia's annoying sing-song tone]..omg. i am so addicted to delia's "haha", i have been annoying my family with it!!! stupid delia and her weird expressions. i have also copied her or liz's, "i'm very irritated right now"..i really got to stop picking up these stuff....i might just go retarded and copy Badi's retarded,"um...chickgu...". haha. go ahead, i know you want to laugh!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my head is starting to ache!!!!! argh. stupid homework!!!!!! thank god ive completed my maths yesterday. if there was ever a plausible reason for suicide, it was MATHS!!!! have i mentioned how much i love my maths tutor....she's da bomb!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, have to read up on apartheid. ta!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/519684778848983295-6548433942746948480?l=terminalforretards.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terminalforretards.blogspot.com/feeds/6548433942746948480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=519684778848983295&amp;postID=6548433942746948480' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/519684778848983295/posts/default/6548433942746948480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/519684778848983295/posts/default/6548433942746948480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terminalforretards.blogspot.com/2009/04/apartheid-and-copycats.html' title='apartheid and copycats'/><author><name>fatt-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17731178369241218963</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>
