<?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-8590316797711798159</id><updated>2012-02-16T13:54:55.181+03:00</updated><category term='meme'/><category term='lyric addict'/><category term='birthday'/><category term='U'/><category term='pictures galore'/><category term='awsomeness'/><category term='school trip: USA'/><category term='exams'/><category term='art chronicles'/><category term='creepy times'/><category term='random'/><category term='video; comedy'/><category term='rants'/><category term='other associations'/><category term='international award: silver'/><category term='dull days'/><category term='memories'/><category term='english is not fun'/><category term='school blues'/><category term='new year; 2010'/><category term='study'/><category term='after school'/><category term='new year; 2009'/><category term='quotes'/><category term='sucky times'/><category term='literature kills'/><category term='video; song/mv'/><title type='text'>Musings</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mayonakanocarboy.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8590316797711798159/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mayonakanocarboy.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>koresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15381355270223210137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1ASs-q6pUTI/S04qZZn5WzI/AAAAAAAAAGw/kaMXUVSoaWM/S220/omo.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>82</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8590316797711798159.post-2428407736979072815</id><published>2010-01-14T00:21:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2010-01-14T00:33:45.457+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new year; 2010'/><title type='text'>I broke up today</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hello New Year 2010.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(entering the 2nd week but what the heck)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This blog becomes of no relevant use anymore lmao. Blame the advancements to social networks such as tumblr and twitter. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The double Ts.&lt;/span&gt; But yeah maybe I'll update once in a while if I'm actually bothered to, well at least to share memories or recent happenings which were utterly significant in my life or something. Like last day of high school or international day or something. Obviously tumblr is a place for me to dump and spam picures and my random cheese crusts so if I were to tell stories there, it'll be too tl;dr anyway. I might even post up my &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;random song covers&lt;/span&gt; on one of my posts through e-snips upload lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See how I'm trying to make my blogger blog have significance again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So basically everything changed. 2009 was a really, really &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;good&lt;/span&gt; year though. Even when it went sort of bull for most of the population out there. I mean I gained like friends I never knew I could be close to nor things I would end up losing or even things that I never knew I could ever actually do. So many things. So many friggin awesome things, thank you God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I hope the new year goes well for everyone c:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8590316797711798159-2428407736979072815?l=mayonakanocarboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mayonakanocarboy.blogspot.com/feeds/2428407736979072815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8590316797711798159&amp;postID=2428407736979072815' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8590316797711798159/posts/default/2428407736979072815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8590316797711798159/posts/default/2428407736979072815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mayonakanocarboy.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-broke-up-today.html' title='I broke up today'/><author><name>koresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15381355270223210137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1ASs-q6pUTI/S04qZZn5WzI/AAAAAAAAAGw/kaMXUVSoaWM/S220/omo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8590316797711798159.post-8751092117556388611</id><published>2009-09-22T00:14:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2010-01-13T23:22:11.269+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='memories'/><title type='text'>Movies, movies</title><content type='html'>HOW LONG HAS IT BEEN SINCE I ACTUALLY PROMISED TO BLOG ABOUT THE SECOND DAY OF EID LMAO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, since I said I'd blog about it, I'll just try to remember what happened from memory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it was a planned cinema day where we just had no invitations for the day, so ghabot decided to get all of us in CC to spend a day just. hanging out and we wanted to watched a movie after so long. We met up at the food court and I ended up sitting to Khalid because there was no other space so I sat there, eating my lunch. We chatted as well. Ok what did we end up watching. Oh yes what's it called, Orphan? It was sort of psychotic~*~creepy~*~ in a way. Um yeah what else. I can't remember orz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then up to here \0/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8590316797711798159-8751092117556388611?l=mayonakanocarboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mayonakanocarboy.blogspot.com/feeds/8751092117556388611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8590316797711798159&amp;postID=8751092117556388611' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8590316797711798159/posts/default/8751092117556388611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8590316797711798159/posts/default/8751092117556388611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mayonakanocarboy.blogspot.com/2009/09/movies-movies.html' title='Movies, movies'/><author><name>koresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15381355270223210137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1ASs-q6pUTI/S04qZZn5WzI/AAAAAAAAAGw/kaMXUVSoaWM/S220/omo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8590316797711798159.post-7177217527906443659</id><published>2009-09-20T22:28:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T00:08:15.394+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='awsomeness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='memories'/><title type='text'>Mohon maaf lahir batin</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;EID MUBARAK!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was the first day of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Eid&lt;/span&gt; and I'll say that it was a really great one despite the fact that not all of us were gathered together as usual, it was like us but minus Syania, Fajar and Iwan you know. MD too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically Eid would start with the prayer. So my mom drove me to KBRI with Cania and we managed to get a parking space inside (in which, mom kept bragging about) and scurried to the prayer area, there I met &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ingga&lt;/span&gt; and eventually sat with Ocha mhm. I was dead sleepy so during the khotbah I was half awake! Well I might've slept for a few seconds but you never know&lt;br /&gt;Then after prayer we silaturahmi and yada yada yada I went home. I stayed for like 2 hours DOING NOTHING? When I could've been mingling with the others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First stop was &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tante Yana's.&lt;/span&gt; Me and Cania met Lala but after she left it was kind of boring and I kept complaining to Cania due to the amount of kiddos around and they annoyed me. I've &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;never been too fond&lt;/span&gt; of babies nor toddlers, except if they're extremely cute, then I approve. HEHEHE. I saw a kid that had noodle on his chin and almost half of his face because his mom was a REALLY BAD &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;suap&lt;/span&gt;-er. Seriously no offense, but she should've put less pieces on the spoon, I was irritated. Because of that, I named the kid &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A Solid yet messy matter&lt;/span&gt;. Then Me and Cania created this face expression thing (which made us cackle) to our mom which basically indicated that we WANTED TO go to the kompound. Nisa's place to be exact. Just before that we played with this extremely &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;oh my cute baby&lt;/span&gt; named &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Titan&lt;/span&gt; and sagdklahsfjla why so cute?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arriving at nisa's, the whole motley crew was there. Like it was us us you know. Everyone was crammed in Nisa's room which was a rare sight to see nowadays, growing up changed everything. After webcamming with Syania, Ghabot decided that he wants to watch a movie so WE ALL migrated to Dhea's. And really, again, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;rare sight&lt;/span&gt; to see. It was just us walking together like we used to do. Like all of us. (minus a few people) + most of them male/s were wearing white; our clothes were pretty colour matching.&lt;br /&gt;Stupidest thing was Ghabot knocking on &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Fajar's door&lt;/span&gt; thinking that Tante Siwi was at home. BUT INSTEAD, the ustad opened it LMAO. We were all embarrassed. Good thing the ustad was nice, so he just replied to us 'maaf lahir batin' and we just grinned and said the same thing back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We decided to watch PUSH. In the middle, om Ali stopped us and gave each and every one of us THR! This was actually my first EVER. We then took a picture with us showing off our envelopes (because we're gay like that) and surprisingly everyone was so smiley. The picture actually made me &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;glad I lived in Qatar&lt;/span&gt;, teehee. Oh and dnf spotted a random woman with a hijab that looked Indonesian in PUSH. SERIOUSLY. We all laughed when we saw it and then we started to boast about it for some reason. Sadly I had to leave just before the climax ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all reunited at Tante Rian's, and again, we ended up in the same room once more, the one upstairs near the toilet, this time joined by dindaaa&lt;br /&gt;It was like random chittering and photo time. The guys were like playing Darwin's PS2. Tante Lisna was surprised at why there was a DOLLHOUSE in the room but then we explained to her that it could be Daril's or Doni's DT, she was embarrassed. But you never know, the sons there are &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;mysterious and creepy&lt;/span&gt;. At some point me dhea &amp;amp; andin sat together and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;curhat&lt;/span&gt;-ed, well they did, I just listened and made remarks. I couldn't tell them anything, not that I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;have&lt;/span&gt; anything, they just have too much to tell me, but it's all goood. There was a random &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Menuju Puncak&lt;/span&gt; dance at the end in the parking lot and it was so stupid. Next destination was Salma's place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dhea went straight to Salma's bed and slept. Me Umzahlid Fadhli Nisa &amp;amp; Cania went to the kitchen to eat but then we were left with the Hamzah and Fadhli. Nisa kept babbling about JAEJOONG and his mother(s) and I was suggesting whether she should be in the 'What's on your mind' article for the school mag. It was a pretty funny &amp;amp; random convo for us 5. We then went back upstairs and I sat on the stairs with Farah Nisa and Andin for sometime. Then I stayed in Salma's room and watched &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Coraline&lt;/span&gt; with the others. It was a pretty good movie I guess.&lt;br /&gt;I then raided Reza's room. Umar and the kiddos were playing on this &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;pixel website&lt;/span&gt;. I went over to the Lego and assembled some random matter but then we had to go home. As usual, parents would take pictures and TAG THEM ON FB, OR WTEVER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day ended. It was pure busy-ness and fun and nostalgic at the same time, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;oh the days&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'D BLESS YOU IF YOU READ THE WHOLE THING ;) DAY 2, COMING SOON, LOL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8590316797711798159-7177217527906443659?l=mayonakanocarboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mayonakanocarboy.blogspot.com/feeds/7177217527906443659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8590316797711798159&amp;postID=7177217527906443659' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8590316797711798159/posts/default/7177217527906443659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8590316797711798159/posts/default/7177217527906443659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mayonakanocarboy.blogspot.com/2009/09/mohon-maaf-lahir-batin.html' title='Mohon maaf lahir batin'/><author><name>koresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15381355270223210137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1ASs-q6pUTI/S04qZZn5WzI/AAAAAAAAAGw/kaMXUVSoaWM/S220/omo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8590316797711798159.post-9158911247763107582</id><published>2009-09-09T22:37:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T22:38:39.662+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dull days'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='after school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='memories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rants'/><title type='text'>And I'm running</title><content type='html'>Currently procrastinating big time. I have this really broad ICT question that can be answered with a really long response but then again I'm never good at typing homework when it's on the laptop screen because I get distracted badly. I mark this as a the first time I'm actually unbothered to do year 12 work :'D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;9/9/09&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is SNSD day. Hunches are that there should be at least a person born today, a person dying today, a person celebrating their birthday today, a person having their anniversary today, a person happy today, a person sad today, a person lonely today, a person that suddenly got inspiration today, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For me, it was a person realising how dull her life is.&lt;br /&gt;There's always nothing &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;as exciting,&lt;/span&gt; I usually try to make it weird in someway but nowadays, I feel neutral. And on days such as these, I would have this mount of work that I wont bother doing. I would feel that it would've been better if I had never came to Qatar and stayed in Balikpapan where all my former company would be. I just overused the word would there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's because when they looked at me, it was different. Before, they would look at me, and know who I was. They would call my name and joke and tease and ask random questions. They would ask me what I got in my Biology test. They would ask me if I have an eraser or a 'tip ex'. They would ask me to join them after school for activities.&lt;br /&gt;There I realised how big of a difference 3 years had made.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I'm thinking about what 'might have been' too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PUTTING that aside, I joined school magazine because the issues last year were a bit crappy. I came with intentions to help improve (y) We seriously need more BOYS in the team though. Anyone interested? |D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay okay, back to work&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8590316797711798159-9158911247763107582?l=mayonakanocarboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mayonakanocarboy.blogspot.com/feeds/9158911247763107582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8590316797711798159&amp;postID=9158911247763107582' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8590316797711798159/posts/default/9158911247763107582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8590316797711798159/posts/default/9158911247763107582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mayonakanocarboy.blogspot.com/2009/09/and-im-running.html' title='And I&apos;m running'/><author><name>koresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15381355270223210137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1ASs-q6pUTI/S04qZZn5WzI/AAAAAAAAAGw/kaMXUVSoaWM/S220/omo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8590316797711798159.post-3584752425042847496</id><published>2009-09-02T14:03:00.005+03:00</published><updated>2009-09-02T17:36:50.460+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pictures galore'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='study'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='english is not fun'/><title type='text'>Come, come, come, come on baby</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;JOLLY OR NOT TO BE JOLLY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i126.photobucket.com/albums/p99/lady_kyouta/jollyornot.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO year 12 started out pretty smoothly for me. 2 frees on sunday and 1 on each and every other school day except tuesday, life is sweet. Well, at least for now ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have Strachan (though I seriously think that his name should be pronounced Stra-chan) and Sutcliffe for Biology, then there's Peachey and Watkins for ICT, Jones for Math and Eyre and Earl for English Lang. Few good teachers there. Now I wish to be in Art prz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First day was like seeing everyone comeback from the dead of that is summer and lazing off. And being in a co-ed class in QIS you ask? Feels normal; awkward &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;but&lt;/span&gt;, normal. One thing I discovered about the seemishly dumb and bad boys in my year is that they are all actually active in class and seem smarter than most of the girls o.o They know more about genes (well at least Kareem does) and the girls know only the basic. Ok now that doesn't mean I am saying Boys&gt;Girls ... another thing's for sure, they're all pretty speedy solvers in Math. We were told to do Exercises 1A to C and in just about 15 minutes or so, a boy in my class was already on Exercise 1C and Mr Jones was impressed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never realised this hidden talent of theirs. Oh wao. I love the study room's awesome revamp too with blue carpet, new chairs and computers woot. It's just that it's kind of hard to get to them since the guys in my year are complete towers, or maybe that's just me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So many new things this year. Oh and about prefects, turns out I have to re-apply -.- Unbothered but I feel like doing it so why not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH AND BTW, ENGLISH IS &lt;s&gt;NOT&lt;/s&gt; FUUUNNN (for now.) Then up to here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8590316797711798159-3584752425042847496?l=mayonakanocarboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mayonakanocarboy.blogspot.com/feeds/3584752425042847496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8590316797711798159&amp;postID=3584752425042847496' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8590316797711798159/posts/default/3584752425042847496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8590316797711798159/posts/default/3584752425042847496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mayonakanocarboy.blogspot.com/2009/09/come-come-come-come-on-baby.html' title='Come, come, come, come on baby'/><author><name>koresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15381355270223210137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1ASs-q6pUTI/S04qZZn5WzI/AAAAAAAAAGw/kaMXUVSoaWM/S220/omo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8590316797711798159.post-4695963200629326308</id><published>2009-08-26T23:13:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T23:27:48.187+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='memories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rants'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='other associations'/><title type='text'>I was never your superman</title><content type='html'>TODAY WAS. THE 5TH DAY OF FASTING? That's not a huge minus, we still have 26 days to go, then again I'm not complaining you know. What I should complain about is how VIRGIN does not open till 6 o'clock after buka puasa. Villaggio is corrupted, wait Qatar is, since this country is making everyone who was quite slender before, a big fat arse who likes to sleep and stay home doing nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fortunately, I'm not that big fat arse but technically I've &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;slightly&lt;/span&gt; changed into one. Or did I.&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, my hair has adapted to this evil hot weather therefore it's not as adaptable to tropical weather anymore but desert weather. Good? I guess. But if I want to end up going to college/uni in the southeast, I need my hair to adapt to environments easier so it wont frizz-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I babble too much.&lt;br /&gt;I'm too excited for a new kr girl group that I check kr news websites too much ): Names I restrict to lj, because I'm sort of different there lol 8D;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay so once I got my Year 12 top I wore it till after Asar to get used to it, its THE SAME but just in a different colour, doesn't make you feel pro yet. Well for me at least because I'm too short for my life now. Still have prefect shirt but that I'm going to wear during winter |D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I skyped with dea yesterday, it was so stupid and hilarious and it was real good dancing exercise! Haha. We did so many random dances, I sweat and ended up changing my shirt. I miss the days where we would RO AND SKYPE. Those days, were the best too ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;now tell me something I don't know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8590316797711798159-4695963200629326308?l=mayonakanocarboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mayonakanocarboy.blogspot.com/feeds/4695963200629326308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8590316797711798159&amp;postID=4695963200629326308' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8590316797711798159/posts/default/4695963200629326308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8590316797711798159/posts/default/4695963200629326308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mayonakanocarboy.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-was-never-your-superman.html' title='I was never your superman'/><author><name>koresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15381355270223210137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1ASs-q6pUTI/S04qZZn5WzI/AAAAAAAAAGw/kaMXUVSoaWM/S220/omo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8590316797711798159.post-1404183799357687254</id><published>2009-08-21T23:21:00.005+03:00</published><updated>2009-08-22T07:38:59.878+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pictures galore'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rants'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='other associations'/><title type='text'>The girl that can't be moved</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HAPPY RAMADHAN&lt;/span&gt; TO THOSE WHO R PUASA-ING LETS MAKE SURE OUR SINS GET FORGIVEN AFTER THIS MONTH OK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i126.photobucket.com/albums/p99/lady_kyouta/iPictures/oyocopy.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i126.photobucket.com/albums/p99/lady_kyouta/iPictures/oyo2copy.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Picture under slightly smaller than upper lol bt wtev&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway after a week of return I found a new hobby of watching kr stars do what they do best. Twitter is also getting extremely addicting even though it's pointless, better there than facebook pssh. I don't know about you guys but updating facebook status is a bit pointless |D -ish. To me at least. BUT THAT DOESNT MEAN I HATE YOUR STATUSES.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The curious case of how blackberry and long hair with a long fringe is so trendy in Indonesia, I wouldn't know how it started, but it ticked me off so much I wanted to crush each and every blackberry in the world. What's so 'gaul' about that if they don't even have a sense of individualism. You don't have to always follow the trends you know because according to my deductions, this case is too extreme nowadays. It's like 'every single one of us needs to have one' in Jakarta. WHERE'S THE LOVE FOR OTHER PHONES HUH? AND OTHER STYLES OF HAIR? WE DONT NEED QWERTY ON PHONES PEOPLE, WE HAVE LAPTOPS FOR THAT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/ps i made myself to sound extremely gay and detective like but fail&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;this entry will end the same way as that tag did&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8590316797711798159-1404183799357687254?l=mayonakanocarboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mayonakanocarboy.blogspot.com/feeds/1404183799357687254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8590316797711798159&amp;postID=1404183799357687254' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8590316797711798159/posts/default/1404183799357687254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8590316797711798159/posts/default/1404183799357687254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mayonakanocarboy.blogspot.com/2009/08/girl-that-cant-be-moved.html' title='The girl that can&apos;t be moved'/><author><name>koresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15381355270223210137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1ASs-q6pUTI/S04qZZn5WzI/AAAAAAAAAGw/kaMXUVSoaWM/S220/omo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i126.photobucket.com/albums/p99/lady_kyouta/iPictures/th_oyocopy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8590316797711798159.post-5386516963675624539</id><published>2009-08-15T16:00:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2009-08-15T16:15:55.116+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pictures galore'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='awsomeness'/><title type='text'>Bing bing</title><content type='html'>SUMMER CLEANING&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I arrived yesterday around 8 and gosh there were so many people. Well the foreign country people that is. The place was pretty packed and it took ages for our luggage to come out so during that time I merely speculated the little arab kids and how this little one got lost and a security dude found her on the verge of tears. Eventually she found her maid and her little-big brother, which then held her hand and dragged her to their parents, such a cute sight to see :'D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got picked up by mr wemphy.&lt;br /&gt;When we entered our house it was like YAY FINALLY but my God it was so freaking dusty as if we were gone for years or something *exaggerate much&lt;br /&gt;I woke up this morning to hear my dad babbling in the bathroom, turns out he was cleaning it. The whole thing. He had practically DYED the whole room with a blue substance while scrubbing, he looked as if he enjoyed it, but you never know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and cania spiffed up our shelf and its a better sight to see now, 2 used for comics, 1 for thickbooks, and 2 for junk and things. I AM PROUD |D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i126.photobucket.com/albums/p99/lady_kyouta/shelf.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Off to make livejournal icons (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8590316797711798159-5386516963675624539?l=mayonakanocarboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mayonakanocarboy.blogspot.com/feeds/5386516963675624539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8590316797711798159&amp;postID=5386516963675624539' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8590316797711798159/posts/default/5386516963675624539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8590316797711798159/posts/default/5386516963675624539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mayonakanocarboy.blogspot.com/2009/08/bing-bing.html' title='Bing bing'/><author><name>koresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15381355270223210137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1ASs-q6pUTI/S04qZZn5WzI/AAAAAAAAAGw/kaMXUVSoaWM/S220/omo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8590316797711798159.post-2328873995923545054</id><published>2009-08-08T14:57:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2009-08-08T15:10:58.108+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dull days'/><title type='text'>So wt if 'm tryn t gt yur attntion</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;evn thgh it wnt wrk&lt;br /&gt;'ts uselss, isnt it&lt;br /&gt;tll me it is&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's talk about randomnity shall we&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Twitter. I would honestly not lock my updates but then again WE HAVE NO F-N CHOICE. Random gay/smut/people would just follow you and in the end if you don't know them you have to block them thus having to delete things every single day and you think why can't the world just leave me alone you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to go back to Qatar&lt;br /&gt;I never thought I would ever say this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I AM DOWNLOADING DETECTIVE CONAN OVAs :D KAITO KIDD :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO HANIS&lt;br /&gt;Damn I can't imagine not having you in class next year&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm having dea entertain me with her chatting and ramblings (Y) I miss you mote&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i rfuse t use th u tag&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;bcs idk if yr wrth it anymr&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8590316797711798159-2328873995923545054?l=mayonakanocarboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mayonakanocarboy.blogspot.com/feeds/2328873995923545054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8590316797711798159&amp;postID=2328873995923545054' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8590316797711798159/posts/default/2328873995923545054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8590316797711798159/posts/default/2328873995923545054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mayonakanocarboy.blogspot.com/2009/08/so-wt-if-m-tryn-t-gt-yur-attntion.html' title='So wt if &apos;m tryn t gt yur attntion'/><author><name>koresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15381355270223210137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1ASs-q6pUTI/S04qZZn5WzI/AAAAAAAAAGw/kaMXUVSoaWM/S220/omo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8590316797711798159.post-6136472927118638147</id><published>2009-08-02T16:37:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2009-08-02T17:08:25.740+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='awsomeness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='memories'/><title type='text'>Not that I should forget</title><content type='html'>TODAY WAS THE LAST DAY SEEING SYANIA BEFORE SHE LEAVES TO COLORADO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will see her again, I should see her again, well in 6 months or so. We were our usual self, hanging out being extra super loud + english blabbing, etc. Ah I wonder when we'll have our days&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So reporting back from my plane trip, I had oodles of nostalgic-ing in Balikpapan, nothing changed drastically except for the fact that next to BC there's this place called BTC and they have a proper cinema (finally.) My friends stayed the same though &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Diadra&lt;/span&gt; did seriously get taller and as I predicted she did tease me around, pssh. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ajeng, Gladis&lt;/span&gt; are the same ol', &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cebi&lt;/span&gt; got 'thicker' and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ardhiya&lt;/span&gt; became quite good looking actually. He used to be this annoying fat dude who thinks he's always right and he used to think that my braces were an eyesore&lt;br /&gt;I also saw chocochip &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Rio&lt;/span&gt; the smarty pants, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cacuk&lt;/span&gt;, even &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dodi&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mark&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Alfian&lt;/span&gt; whom I haven't seen for like 5 years or something. I also stopped by my &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;supposedtobe&lt;/span&gt; high school (SMANSA!) if I stayed. Diadra dragged me around and I went and saw their friends who added me on fb too, we just said a few Hi-s, oh I also saw my old friend &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Annisa&lt;/span&gt;, we used to be best friends until she moved away in the 5th grade&lt;br /&gt;Lets just say I saw a lot of them. We've been in the same school since Kindergarten, really&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really wished I was back in their circle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Singapore was a good city, I went by Unis and Colleges and Lasalle has by far the best architectured building in the city despite the tiny size of the campus but hey you can live with that. I liked riding the MRTs though the one in Malaysia was more out in the open. Hmm what more should I say. OH I LIKED HOW THERE WERE MORE PEDESTRIANS. THAN DRIVERS :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all really, surely there's more to it but technically I don't bother tale-ing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CANIA IS PLAYING KINGDOM HEARTS AGAIN or is she.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8590316797711798159-6136472927118638147?l=mayonakanocarboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mayonakanocarboy.blogspot.com/feeds/6136472927118638147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8590316797711798159&amp;postID=6136472927118638147' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8590316797711798159/posts/default/6136472927118638147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8590316797711798159/posts/default/6136472927118638147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mayonakanocarboy.blogspot.com/2009/08/not-that-i-should-forget.html' title='Not that I should forget'/><author><name>koresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15381355270223210137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1ASs-q6pUTI/S04qZZn5WzI/AAAAAAAAAGw/kaMXUVSoaWM/S220/omo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8590316797711798159.post-2392877425846897546</id><published>2009-07-17T20:21:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2009-07-17T20:42:49.275+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pictures galore'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='memories'/><title type='text'>I'm sorry, I forgot how you looked like</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ROADTRIP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean airplane trip, pssh whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i126.photobucket.com/albums/p99/lady_kyouta/omo.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Balikpapan&lt;/span&gt; today, from 18th to 21st of July. Hello hometown (:&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait to see all my friends! Thing is its been years since, well 4, so I doubt we'll ever be able to start a normal conversation considering a lot changed, I mean before in Junior High they still stuck together but now they're a bit apart from each other; I hope we still click. One thing I know is that Diadra will surely comment about my height and how she's taller than me now and how my body composition changed, she's a real teaser but around strangers she's too silent :/&lt;br /&gt;Aah, give me hope joanna.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there's &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Singapore&lt;/span&gt; next, from 21st to 25th? If I'm not mistaken.&lt;br /&gt;I will be visiting Universities, La Salle, maybe even the National University of Singapore (?) for Andin. Get her pamphlets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then from 25th to 30th or 31st would be to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Solo&lt;/span&gt;, where my other Grandma is&lt;br /&gt;There's nothing in Solo really except for the Keraton areas and its historical landmarks, aside from that it will be just same ol'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ITS QUITE LONG. And once I get back, I would only have around 4 or 3 days left to hang out with Syania before she leaves to the states. TOO SOON&lt;br /&gt;Another good bye for us. I'm guessing this will be the second and last one? D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn, I hear my mom snoring. Oh did I tell you I got a DS. (y)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8590316797711798159-2392877425846897546?l=mayonakanocarboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mayonakanocarboy.blogspot.com/feeds/2392877425846897546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8590316797711798159&amp;postID=2392877425846897546' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8590316797711798159/posts/default/2392877425846897546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8590316797711798159/posts/default/2392877425846897546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mayonakanocarboy.blogspot.com/2009/07/im-sorry-i-forgot-how-you-looked-like.html' title='I&apos;m sorry, I forgot how you looked like'/><author><name>koresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15381355270223210137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1ASs-q6pUTI/S04qZZn5WzI/AAAAAAAAAGw/kaMXUVSoaWM/S220/omo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8590316797711798159.post-5890616169006264030</id><published>2009-07-08T08:16:00.005+03:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T08:44:57.831+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dull days'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='other associations'/><title type='text'>What to do</title><content type='html'>In Jakarta you'd expect a person to have a variety of activities but turns out mine's just as plain as to what I did last year and the year before that. Though I hope that I can go to Bandung and Balikpapan and I'm really sure my parents allow the Balikpapan one, not sure about the other, but you never know&lt;br /&gt;So basically since I'm a tad Jetlagged, I would be waking up at either 10 in the morning and sleeping at 1 or 2 in the morning. Well that's exactly the same as my timetable in Qatar but I guess you get what I mean&lt;br /&gt;Or not?&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what I'm trying to say D':&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that I would have breakfast and go to my cousin's room to either &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;read manga, go on the laptop, play his PS2 or play uno.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lunch is served at 12 but we usually eat at 1 since the parents eat first in the 6-seat dining table and Dinner is at 7 or 8 and again parents eat first (all this includes my grandma)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our language in the house changes, instead of swearing we use the word &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;'Aneh'&lt;/span&gt; or &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;'Bijili'&lt;/span&gt; or &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;'Lijik'&lt;/span&gt; or &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;'Blijik'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't it a great alternative. It's so stupid and amusing though AND the other two words have no specific meaning. Maybe 'Lijik' is derived from 'Licik', I forgot. And we always end our night with a game of uno or a watching of a Detective Conan movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently my guy cousin &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Audi&lt;/span&gt; is a dedicated KasKus member so he knows his way around the internet as in to download using any method possible, use ultrasonic waves to keep mosquitos away, to prevent the losing of their internet bandwidth and so so many other things. I've been getting him to download some of the stuff I want as well xD&lt;br /&gt;He's in his 3rd year of junior high. Hard to believe though, he used to be so small&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watched Transformers two and that was awesome :'D&lt;br /&gt;Oh and my cousin &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Anggie&lt;/span&gt; just visited us today, she hasn't changed a bit. Except the fact that she's 20 now though, she looks 17 to be honest, she be pretty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope I can sleepover at Mba &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nindy's&lt;/span&gt; place so we can chitter about our weird fandoms again, hmm. Before the end of this summer I also have to get another purikura photo with them or not I will bash myself&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8590316797711798159-5890616169006264030?l=mayonakanocarboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mayonakanocarboy.blogspot.com/feeds/5890616169006264030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8590316797711798159&amp;postID=5890616169006264030' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8590316797711798159/posts/default/5890616169006264030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8590316797711798159/posts/default/5890616169006264030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mayonakanocarboy.blogspot.com/2009/07/what-to-do.html' title='What to do'/><author><name>koresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15381355270223210137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1ASs-q6pUTI/S04qZZn5WzI/AAAAAAAAAGw/kaMXUVSoaWM/S220/omo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8590316797711798159.post-4272005869177537268</id><published>2009-07-02T15:38:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2009-07-02T21:45:06.000+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='memories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='other associations'/><title type='text'>To things that must end</title><content type='html'>I'm going to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Indonesia&lt;/span&gt; tonight! Can't wait to just sit down and watch the movies on the plane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So year 11's done, year 12 next year. Lots of things will change when I get back this August. ONE things for sure, I wont see Syania around anymore );&lt;br /&gt;I'm guessing my trips to the compound wont be the same, since I always go to her house (well most of the time) It's almost like my second home, hahah. I hope she'll do well in Colorado and be less nervous about meeting new people there because that should be the whole point of going to University right, getting new experiences and gaining new friends (Y)&lt;br /&gt;We need to see each other again &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Matar&lt;/span&gt; because if we don't.. naah I don't think there will be a don't. Except if we suddenly died of course HEHEHE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok that should be nothing to laugh about really.&lt;br /&gt;What else would be gone? P.E, blue shirt, sport activities, and for me maybe Art lessons not to mention Hanis, Asma, Nasuha, and others&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It'll be very quiet I guess&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I should go now, boarding soon, I'll probably still update while in Indo because my cousin has Speedy internet (Y) Bless them&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait to see them again :'D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8590316797711798159-4272005869177537268?l=mayonakanocarboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mayonakanocarboy.blogspot.com/feeds/4272005869177537268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8590316797711798159&amp;postID=4272005869177537268' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8590316797711798159/posts/default/4272005869177537268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8590316797711798159/posts/default/4272005869177537268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mayonakanocarboy.blogspot.com/2009/07/to-things-that-must-end.html' title='To things that must end'/><author><name>koresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15381355270223210137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1ASs-q6pUTI/S04qZZn5WzI/AAAAAAAAAGw/kaMXUVSoaWM/S220/omo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8590316797711798159.post-275777904625392410</id><published>2009-06-30T21:00:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T21:05:59.118+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='video; song/mv'/><title type='text'>Duet</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/lJR0qTmih8Y&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/lJR0qTmih8Y&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awesome Onew voice, seriously D':&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8590316797711798159-275777904625392410?l=mayonakanocarboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mayonakanocarboy.blogspot.com/feeds/275777904625392410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8590316797711798159&amp;postID=275777904625392410' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8590316797711798159/posts/default/275777904625392410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8590316797711798159/posts/default/275777904625392410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mayonakanocarboy.blogspot.com/2009/06/duet.html' title='Duet'/><author><name>koresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15381355270223210137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1ASs-q6pUTI/S04qZZn5WzI/AAAAAAAAAGw/kaMXUVSoaWM/S220/omo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8590316797711798159.post-8116089807065414094</id><published>2009-06-30T19:08:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T19:36:30.984+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='awsomeness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='other associations'/><title type='text'>One year later</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Zleepover. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i126.photobucket.com/albums/p99/lady_kyouta/sleepover.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First we came and then went to villaggio to eat at TGI Friday's&lt;br /&gt;it was fun and hilarious since we 4 bothered kids kept mixing&lt;br /&gt;the mayonaise with cheese, tomato sauce and other substances&lt;br /&gt;we went home super full stomached with a detour to&lt;br /&gt;GAP.&lt;br /&gt;I need to go back there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second, we returned to the Marwoto household&lt;br /&gt;and prepared ourselves for bed. We watched Mystery 6&lt;br /&gt;and I screamed at some part. There were many laughs&lt;br /&gt;and closing of eyes after that we watched Ouran&lt;br /&gt;then most of us slept at 2 in the morning. We woke at 5:25 to pray&lt;br /&gt;because I refused to wake up at 3 even though my phone was blaring&lt;br /&gt;then we rewoke at 9:30 where we did random morning things.&lt;br /&gt;At around 1-something we ate KFC for lunch&lt;br /&gt;and at 2:30 we scurried to Villaggio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Third, we entered Villaggio. Virgin where we met Ms Sabbagh&lt;br /&gt;and I saw Yassal as well&lt;br /&gt;I told Syania I would buy her anything with the&lt;br /&gt;current amount of money I have but nothing&lt;br /&gt;interested her. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;She be 17 today.&lt;/span&gt; I had to pray and since I didn't bring the materials&lt;br /&gt;I went from the first musholla of Villaggio to the second&lt;br /&gt;AND MY GOD, THAT WAS TIRING.&lt;br /&gt;I burst walked at a steady speed.&lt;br /&gt;Turns out cania brought her materials, damn.&lt;br /&gt;Then we had to go at around 3:30 where we returned to the household&lt;br /&gt;and me and Cania had to go Music-ing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;End of Zleepover.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was hilariously fun, as expected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8590316797711798159-8116089807065414094?l=mayonakanocarboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mayonakanocarboy.blogspot.com/feeds/8116089807065414094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8590316797711798159&amp;postID=8116089807065414094' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8590316797711798159/posts/default/8116089807065414094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8590316797711798159/posts/default/8116089807065414094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mayonakanocarboy.blogspot.com/2009/06/one-year-later.html' title='One year later'/><author><name>koresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15381355270223210137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1ASs-q6pUTI/S04qZZn5WzI/AAAAAAAAAGw/kaMXUVSoaWM/S220/omo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8590316797711798159.post-4340433766675494837</id><published>2009-06-28T04:28:00.006+03:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T05:05:47.505+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pictures galore'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='U'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='memories'/><title type='text'>Michael Jackson?</title><content type='html'>I don't know how to commemorate this dude or anything&lt;br /&gt;And I bet its an insult if I call him dude?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I know is that he's been a great influence in the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;pop music&lt;/span&gt; industry in which he gave &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;thrills&lt;/span&gt; to everyone by implementing this move called the 'moonwalk' in his performances, which I believe is now a great source of inspiration for &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;choreographers&lt;/span&gt; around the world. I mean seriously I think those SHINee, Super Junior and DBSK choreographers have used the idea of this 'moonwalk' and improved it in some way so that it'll seem different in each dance,for each song. When it's actually the same idea.&lt;br /&gt;This has also reached certain &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jpop&lt;/span&gt; members really, they've even created their own finger 'moonwalk' and considered it as their own 'talent'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My point is?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;I DONT KNOW&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I only see him as the man who created the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;moonwalk&lt;/span&gt;, tis all. Which is still, awesome. Even though my mom and dad keep babbling how &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Thriller&lt;/span&gt; was a phenomenon, what, I wasn't even born yet okay. That's their age guys, I'm living in the new age. When I was little, my parents influenced me to listen to Nsync, Britney Spears and Backstreet Boys. And Trio kwek kwek. &lt;s&gt;Ok that's gay&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But anyway, may him rest in peace and since he's a muslim I can say &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Inna lillahi wa inna lillahi raji un.&lt;/span&gt; 50 is a young age though, I must admit &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;or not&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving on.&lt;br /&gt;I'm just currently bored in the morning now D':&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i126.photobucket.com/albums/p99/lady_kyouta/shoujo.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Manga's I've been reading. They're all Shoujo for now, maybe I'll go read Naruto soon or something :D And Inuyasha. And other shonens that Cania wants me to read. How I love freedom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Matar is leaving soon ):&lt;br /&gt;And, I'll say I miss you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8590316797711798159-4340433766675494837?l=mayonakanocarboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mayonakanocarboy.blogspot.com/feeds/4340433766675494837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8590316797711798159&amp;postID=4340433766675494837' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8590316797711798159/posts/default/4340433766675494837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8590316797711798159/posts/default/4340433766675494837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mayonakanocarboy.blogspot.com/2009/06/michael-jackson.html' title='Michael Jackson?'/><author><name>koresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15381355270223210137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1ASs-q6pUTI/S04qZZn5WzI/AAAAAAAAAGw/kaMXUVSoaWM/S220/omo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8590316797711798159.post-5155242746565407023</id><published>2009-06-26T12:26:00.004+03:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T22:03:40.106+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>A Bella day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sunday, 21st June 2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just realised that my iPod had its own calendar :'D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway today my mom woke up early just to get me ready for this Villaggio event with some mothers and turns out &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bella, Sasa&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lala&lt;/span&gt; were coming so I forced myself to git. I went straight to the kitchen to get milk and sat in front of the TV. It was Suite Life on Deck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I arrived at Villaggio at around 12 something? We walked up to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Wok of Fame&lt;/span&gt; and Me and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cania&lt;/span&gt; secluded ourselves away from the mothers at a corner to eat our food, we ordered the usual. There I just listened to my iPod and Cania was reading Lovely Complex. Once we were done we asked for our usual money and went to pray. Afterwards we headed for Zara first because I was attracted by the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;sale sign&lt;/span&gt; and decided to browse through but that lead to waste. Cania was getting sick of it so she RAN TO VIRGIN&lt;br /&gt;I caught up with her in a flash and we met up with Bella Lala and Sasa, turns out they needed to pray so I lent them my mukena.&lt;br /&gt;Cania then ran to Virgin and since I didn't bother catching up, I took a detour and just walked. I went into H&amp;amp;M but that wasn't interesting either so I walked to Virgin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Surprisingly I saw &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Arif&lt;/span&gt; waiting for his mom that was buying a hijab&lt;br /&gt;I waved and he waved back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I arrived at Virgin I went straight to the DS games with thoughts of actually owning that gaming device as I browsed through the games and then Cania appeared and we looked through the PSP ones as well. We plan to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;beg Dad&lt;/span&gt; to buy us a Nintendo DS for me and PSP for Cania, since it should be cheaper in Indo. KEHKEHKEH&lt;br /&gt;Bella appeared with the others but then Lala and Sasa had to leave so it was just the 3 of us again and after some random chittering and admiration of the awesome and weird things (Fred.co) in that Megastore, we decided to walk about and went inside the usual clothing stores we liked to go to&lt;br /&gt;Along the way we talked about clothes and how they would look on people, well mostly Cania but I had a feeling she had no idea what she was talking about&lt;br /&gt;I bought a top from Bershka since it was ~*~LIGHT TEAL~*~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cania was craving for Haagen Dasz so we ate ice cream and we stayed there for an hour, from 4 to 5 and all we talked about were the new 3-1 and 3-2 classes and RO while Bella showed them through her iTouch and then we continued on about &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Anime and Mangas&lt;/span&gt;, I was sort of lost because they kept going on and on about FMA, 'The Big 3' and lots of random Mangas that I haven't read yet :'D&lt;br /&gt;It's great to have obsessed friends, it keeps us talking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We then met up with our moms at this cafe. They then went off to pray while we ate and I told Bella about prom. Afterwards I NEEDED TO GO and the closest toilet was?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE VIP TOILET&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;THE VIP TOILET&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So stupid I mean wtf is so VIP about it. Bella thought the same. We went in and discovered that it was cool how the hallway is decorated with random murals and things but the toilet was just WIDER and spacious with more mirrors I guess. The clean levels were the same as to the normal toilets outside. I even thought we had to pay to go into this toilet HAHAH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day ended with me purchasing wa'er. I think I spent about &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;6-7&lt;/span&gt; hours in Villaggio that day?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8590316797711798159-5155242746565407023?l=mayonakanocarboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mayonakanocarboy.blogspot.com/feeds/5155242746565407023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8590316797711798159&amp;postID=5155242746565407023' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8590316797711798159/posts/default/5155242746565407023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8590316797711798159/posts/default/5155242746565407023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mayonakanocarboy.blogspot.com/2009/06/bella-day.html' title='A Bella day'/><author><name>koresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15381355270223210137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1ASs-q6pUTI/S04qZZn5WzI/AAAAAAAAAGw/kaMXUVSoaWM/S220/omo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8590316797711798159.post-1281468999095550972</id><published>2009-06-22T22:30:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T23:55:54.590+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>Prom night</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Prom.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;None of us girls had dates, well not that we wanted any dates, so basically me &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hikmah Andin Nasuha&lt;/span&gt; came with Hikmah's ride and landed at the place at precisely 7 something where the first people I saw were &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Saif&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gooda&lt;/span&gt; I think.&lt;br /&gt;We 4 walked in and hugged Hala, Zena and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hayat&lt;/span&gt; and MY GOD HAYAT WAS WEARING A DRESS FOR REAL I couldn't stop saying omg hayat? omg hayat? hayat?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hala&lt;/span&gt; looked so pretty and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Zena&lt;/span&gt; was spiffy as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Abid Iwan Farhan&lt;/span&gt; greeted us along with &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kareem&lt;/span&gt; and I was surprised seeing Iwan in purple suit thing which I thought was a nice colour.&lt;br /&gt;Me Andin and Hikmah were like hungry before we even arrived so we had to wait a long time till we spotted the teachers getting food. First of all we took our seats and soon after Hussein and Simon came and seated themselves next to Nasuha. Then &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Areej&lt;/span&gt; made an opening greeting thing and I think she told me I was supposed to get a bouquet for writing all the people's names on the cards? But I didn't get one anyway, as expected from them. Soon after people started dancing and Hikmah wanted to dance and I'm like I DONT KNOW HOW TO DANCE TO THIS MUSIC HAHAH and I recall Andin saying that you should just 'jiggle'&lt;br /&gt;Because seriously it was like hiphop and stuff. Like those music. And seriously you don't know how many times they put on that I wanna make up right now na na na&lt;br /&gt;I think before this, Hala asked me about what other music to add and I said Korean Pop but she refused ):&lt;br /&gt;So I basically just. Tapped my heels. Which were not as tall, so basically I was the 2nd to shortest person in the whole area. I am a good friend, I keep them tall e.g. Hik and Ard. Farhan and Iwan were like around and about because Farhan was like the photographer being the only person with a DSLR that night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At some point there was slow dancing and it lasted for only 2 songs, Abid danced with Kazwini which is utterly gay because they were also 'touching' and well me, I slow danced with Hikmah. Then Andin. HAHAAH&lt;br /&gt;Soon we were allowed to get food. FOOD&lt;br /&gt;I just took a bit first knowing that theyre all arabic food but turns out they weren't bad so I took more as my 2nd round when the dissapearing Nasuha Hussein and Simon appeared, apparently they were WALKING AROUND. OH WOW&lt;br /&gt;At some point Nasuha wanted cake so we took cake and I sort of finished mine but Nasuha didn't and it ended up being a smoke ashtray thing for Abid, poor, poor cake, it was really good&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then it was just dancing and I took a few pictures and at some points, me Iwan and Farhan would go out of the auditorium because the music was too loud and we could actually see, you know, since inside were like lights and blinking and shnit&lt;br /&gt;I went to the bathroom several times because I DRANK TOO MUCH WA'ER&lt;br /&gt;The bathroom be spiffy. It had a huge mirror and it was like black marbled ish. Veery cool. Too bad I didnt take any specific bathroom pictures. Anyway at some point of the night, security came knowing that we 'kids' did not have any chaperones&lt;br /&gt;Little did we know the teachers left at 10-ish&lt;br /&gt;So they told us off a bit outside the auditorium but I think that got settled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other things would include:&lt;br /&gt;- Maha &amp;amp; Phillie coming with their dates and completely ignoring most of us&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Samaya&lt;/span&gt; as Prom Queen and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Firas&lt;/span&gt; as Prom King (uh ok..)&lt;br /&gt;- Andrei's date being the prettiest girl I saw there (y)&lt;br /&gt;- I spotted a girl that resembled a half Zena/Sema&lt;br /&gt;- Shurooq having weird fights with Hamza&lt;br /&gt;- How I thought it would've been awesome if Masquerade were to perform there&lt;br /&gt;- Excessiveness of smoke&lt;br /&gt;- Nasuha losing her camera button which we had to search for before we left&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess it was an Ok night. Fun-ish, I guess.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8590316797711798159-1281468999095550972?l=mayonakanocarboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mayonakanocarboy.blogspot.com/feeds/1281468999095550972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8590316797711798159&amp;postID=1281468999095550972' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8590316797711798159/posts/default/1281468999095550972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8590316797711798159/posts/default/1281468999095550972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mayonakanocarboy.blogspot.com/2009/06/prom-night.html' title='Prom night'/><author><name>koresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15381355270223210137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1ASs-q6pUTI/S04qZZn5WzI/AAAAAAAAAGw/kaMXUVSoaWM/S220/omo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8590316797711798159.post-7905390697913165566</id><published>2009-06-20T09:35:00.006+03:00</published><updated>2009-06-20T14:24:53.801+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sucky times'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='memories'/><title type='text'>Dear Summer,</title><content type='html'>The word 'summer' has a double meaning.&lt;br /&gt;It's like the end of school, free from schoolwork, exams, homeworks and all that&lt;br /&gt;yet it's also the end of seeing people around, having to talk to them, having to hang out with them, whatever it may be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So, Hanis. Nur Hanis Abdul Halim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;SHE'S LEAVING.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i126.photobucket.com/albums/p99/lady_kyouta/forsummer.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I promised her this entry ages ago and here it is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've known her for 3 years.&lt;br /&gt;I so remember the the first thing I said to her, it was 'Apa?'&lt;br /&gt;and I used to hear stories from her or Jasz or Yeen about how 3 of them used to think I was a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;complete snob &lt;/span&gt;at first, I've had my bad first impressions, but we ended up being close anyway&lt;br /&gt;It was like us 4 you know, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;JYCH&lt;/span&gt; (HAHAH) and we did almost everything together, tennis support, times where we ignored Mr Robinson and took pictures, random times at eachother's place, etc. In our tutor class, we would always end up sitting in the same place. Hanis was my seat buddy since year 9 and Jasz and Yeen would sit on the table behind us. We were like friends, but we had a bad tendency to backstab eachother I guess? It's always 2 people talking about 1 person and apparently I was hardly in any of their conversations so I was just basically there to listen to them.&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, during the years I developed an impression of Hanis that made me like her less than &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jasz&lt;/span&gt; or &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yeen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe because Jasmine was hell loads more funnier.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe because Yeen kept saying 'stuff' about Hanis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But either way, being around those 3 nutheads made me understand Malay, seriously. That was a benefit for me perhaps. :D&lt;br /&gt;Year 9 went by in a flash. It was over before you know it and before we all knew it, Jasmine left us without saying anything. Then Yeen left as year 10 finished. Both with improper goodbyes. But yet, me and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hanis,&lt;/span&gt; we stayed and we were still around, in the same tutor group, in the same seats, till now. The table behind changed as new girls come but we didn't. Now I know how much it really means now that I know that next year, I wont have the same seat buddy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess it's Hanis's turn to go now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll say that I haven't really cherished the times we've had together because before, it felt as if Hanis will always be there you know, around at school, in my math class, sitting beside me. I guess I just got too used to it. With her gone, I guess it'll be really quiet since there are no more INSANE PEOPLE, HAHAH. I'll say that she was the one that would usually talk about random topics, whether it be gossip or actresses or mall sales.&lt;br /&gt;And hah, Omg I even remember the time she said she was going to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;die on my shoulder.&lt;/span&gt; She just went BLUK and stayed there for 5 minutes and I freakin thought she really fainted or something, LOL&lt;br /&gt;Basically, we've taught eachother lots of things. Maybe changed eachother slightly as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Hanis, I'd just like to say that I'm really glad to have had you for a best friend. I hope that in Malaysia, you'll gain an awesome friend like me (HAHAH) or maybe even awesomer. Just don't forget me, well, us. Work hard in your studies and lets hope our IGCSE results are what we hoped for. Keep in contact even though our msn messages will be mute, Keep updating your blog so I'll know how it goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Thank you for these 3 years together :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'll see you soon, okay?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With love, your gay friend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8590316797711798159-7905390697913165566?l=mayonakanocarboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mayonakanocarboy.blogspot.com/feeds/7905390697913165566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8590316797711798159&amp;postID=7905390697913165566' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>Carl's jr's new portabello mushroom burger</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i126.photobucket.com/albums/p99/lady_kyouta/aye.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want this phone to be fixed now ,i dont care how old&lt;br /&gt;it is its been with me since year 9&lt;br /&gt;i want to go to hanis's soon ah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i flipped through touched with fire today.&lt;br /&gt;tried to look for some good poems but what's the point&lt;br /&gt;i cant even analyse them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;time for lunch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8590316797711798159-7291669043806476782?l=mayonakanocarboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i126.photobucket.com/albums/p99/lady_kyouta/mas.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOOKS SO RETARDED HHAHAAHHA NONE OF THEIR EYE STATES ARE SANE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;byebybeybeyebyeeebyebyebye masquerade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;saranghe serenade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8590316797711798159-4549173457548688391?l=mayonakanocarboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mayonakanocarboy.blogspot.com/feeds/4549173457548688391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8590316797711798159&amp;postID=4549173457548688391' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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times'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='awsomeness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='exams'/><title type='text'>Aftermath</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;IGCSE'S ARE SO OVER NOW HA HA HAH HAHHAHAAHAHHAAHAHAA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AS LEVEL, bring it on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ok what&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, my last exam was &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Physics paper 1 &lt;/span&gt;which I thought was like just normal, Farhan was already like it was eaasy and me and shaz go like, ok, no. Marc said everything that Farhan thinks is easy is actually not so that got me changing my mind&lt;br /&gt;Now all that's left is the gay prom dress, and for once shopping is like hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;TP2B&lt;/span&gt; was kind of crappy like why did it have to be us you know, well at least I should bless the tiny amount of people that came so that it did not create such a huge impact but still, embarrassing like &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;shnit&lt;/span&gt;. Ok wtf was wrong with the 2nd mic and the distortion crap seriously, sound system was bragged off to be gay and awesome but uh, no?&lt;br /&gt;I blame it all on the sound system people. And my broken voice HAHA I should stick to those indie music or those voices you know, with less loudness or something.&lt;br /&gt;I heard that people were also bashing and being rude to the performing bands so that got me like incredibly pissed, because then like WHATS THE POINT OF YOU BEING HERE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides the fact that it was crappy and amateur-ish, we got a small tiny bit of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;encouragement&lt;/span&gt; off Cambridge people, saying that it was ok, you guys were good, your voice was better than that girl who performed paramore at our food festival, it was the mic that was crappy, its ok, its your first performance anyway it wasn't that bad &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and for a second there I was entranced by the prettiness of the girl who was talking to me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK IM NOT LESB she was pretty, you will agree&lt;br /&gt;And off this guy named Shen who apparently said we were good and how the voice was nice and how Arif was awesomely drumming and then he like took a picture with us, HAHAH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had like a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Masquerade towel&lt;/span&gt; where we shared each other's sweat AND SURPRISINGLY, the towel did not STINK and dried up like so quickly, awesome self absorbance&lt;br /&gt;Adam used it most of the time&lt;br /&gt;To think I was supposed to use that as my bathing towel for Hanis's sleepover&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Soundcheck&lt;/span&gt; was kind of crap too? We came there like so early and we soundchecked at 12:30&lt;br /&gt;Then these people from other bands came and like I was surprised at the variety of age and race, and I think like there was also supposed to be A RAPPER but wt, he didn't even show up and he kept asking us if we needed a bassist. It was so hot too :'D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I guess we were awesome enough because like we managed to make this happen during IGCSEs + we managed to fit in practises and like each one of us actually wanted to do this you know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We should get an award for the most &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;amateurbutgoodatmanagingtime&lt;/span&gt; band or something&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I thank you guys for coming to watch, seriously&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8590316797711798159-8398918226167724135?l=mayonakanocarboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mayonakanocarboy.blogspot.com/feeds/8398918226167724135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8590316797711798159&amp;postID=8398918226167724135' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8590316797711798159/posts/default/8398918226167724135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8590316797711798159/posts/default/8398918226167724135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mayonakanocarboy.blogspot.com/2009/06/aftermath.html' title='Aftermath'/><author><name>koresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15381355270223210137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1ASs-q6pUTI/S04qZZn5WzI/AAAAAAAAAGw/kaMXUVSoaWM/S220/omo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8590316797711798159.post-802249808102205193</id><published>2009-06-09T18:51:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T19:12:02.184+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Bye bye Geography</title><content type='html'>To celebrate the last day of Geographying in the history of my teenage life I give you&lt;br /&gt;the Geography Quoticals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;the Geography Quoticals.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This has no specific date but I do believe it happened during the days were work was just lacking and Ms Edwards felt like mumbling and chittering.&lt;br /&gt;You may know that I found this off my fieldwork notes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;hayat :&lt;/span&gt; ms, phillippine called me a twat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;phillie :&lt;/span&gt; ms, she called me a twit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;me :&lt;/span&gt; ms, what's the difference between twat and twit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;edwards :&lt;/span&gt; well one means a pregnant fish...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*during marshland/coastline discussion*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;shazreen :&lt;/span&gt; ms, your feet can get jammed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;edwards:&lt;/span&gt; well, feet &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;CAN&lt;/span&gt; play the guitar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;me :&lt;/span&gt; *bursts*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;edwards :&lt;/span&gt; haven't you heard of the RED BACKSNAPPER CRAB??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;hayat :&lt;/span&gt; they eat people ms?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;edwards :&lt;/span&gt; yeah, they're all around the coast of Africa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;all :&lt;/span&gt; WHOAA, OMG NO WAAY HOWW&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;edwards :&lt;/span&gt; yeah, so its pinchers pinch you in the feet and since its poisonous, it can eventually break off and the crab will eat the flesh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;all :&lt;/span&gt; REAAAAAAAALLYYYYYY?&lt;br /&gt;*spazz spaz spaz shock shock shock*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;edwards :&lt;/span&gt; ... I'm just kidding you guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;all :&lt;/span&gt; HAH? WHAT? SO ITS NOT REAL?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;edwards : &lt;/span&gt;OF COURSE NOT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;some cool shiznit there, don't you agree&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8590316797711798159-802249808102205193?l=mayonakanocarboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mayonakanocarboy.blogspot.com/feeds/802249808102205193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8590316797711798159&amp;postID=802249808102205193' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8590316797711798159/posts/default/802249808102205193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8590316797711798159/posts/default/802249808102205193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mayonakanocarboy.blogspot.com/2009/06/bye-bye-geography.html' title='Bye bye Geography'/><author><name>koresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15381355270223210137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1ASs-q6pUTI/S04qZZn5WzI/AAAAAAAAAGw/kaMXUVSoaWM/S220/omo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8590316797711798159.post-397799620861333750</id><published>2009-06-08T23:24:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T00:30:22.947+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Masquerade?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;friday, june 5th 2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHOAH ITS JUNE&lt;br /&gt;Okay so today was like the moment of truth, &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;auditions&lt;/span&gt;. In or not.&lt;br /&gt;I came there 5 minutes before 5-ish and decided to text &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Arif&lt;/span&gt; and turns out they were coming soon so I decided to wait for them. Then they came in a matter of minutes.&lt;br /&gt;We greeted the dude at the gate who was apparently the owner of the house? Or was he. We three went inside and JUST before we entered that huge place the dude was like&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Don't mind the dog, she's a really old lady, she's tame' and blah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was like oh ok.&lt;br /&gt;But when the door opened. There was this BIG BLACK MATTER and i'm like THATS THE DOG?&lt;br /&gt;ITS HUGE (yes, it) and like it was eyeing us visitors and to the left you can see an older lady smoking and another lady smiling and stuff. The dog reminded me of Aubrey's dog back in 2nd grade; terrifying experience with big dogs. Except hers was like golden coloured, anyway I shuffled through and tried not to gain any physical contact with it.&lt;br /&gt;We sat in the dining room. There were already other bands and like the big dude in the orange shirt named &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Glen&lt;/span&gt; introed himself and said random things and blabla auditions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later it was like silence and nervousness overload. The bands besides Liquid Sunshine and us were like in their college ages. Working ages. Pre college ages. Apparently we looked 'lost'&lt;br /&gt;Me and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Adam&lt;/span&gt; kept commenting about the huge dog and how his sister is smaller than it and how it was massively drooling.&lt;br /&gt;All around the floor. The lady then offered drinks. I said no.&lt;br /&gt;Atmosphere was really awkward, haha and just about when Liquid Sunshine was to audition, LAVINIA FINALLY CAME and i think she attracted the dog but she patted it and again I had to say,&lt;br /&gt;ITS SO HUGE then I got startled&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were the 2nd to last? Teen band to audition. Before that, the members of Genocide were talking and they were discussing Bodom with Arif and this other dude from Genocide 'finally met' &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lavinia&lt;/span&gt; after online encounters and I think one of the dudes commented on how Adam's hair looked like &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Oliver Skyes&lt;/span&gt;, however you spell his name, then they went and asked the songs we were going to perform and one of them was like 'Oh I've got to hear this', they were quite funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally we were summoned upstairs. It was sort of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;nerve-wrecking&lt;/span&gt; but the guy was really nice so I guess that put the nervous levels down, we were then put into different areas of the tiny studio room thing and we played.&lt;br /&gt;AND SERIOUSLY. WHAT THE HELL DID WE PERFORM HAHA&lt;br /&gt;We haven't even practised properly. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;And okay, what we got in. IN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was seriously thinking 'are you serious' 'is he just pitying us' but then he went on how the instruments were already great but the vocals would need to BRUSH THEIR LIPS on the mic and I'm like okay. The Glen dude also promised to come by QIS some time in the week to advertise. He also explained how this 'whole thing' works.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gave us a free ticket each and flyers. We were then needed to come on Friday morning at the marriot for a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;soundcheck.&lt;/span&gt; We said okay. Packed our things, and went downstairs. The nice lady asked about how it went and we were like yeah, we got in and stuff&lt;br /&gt;Lavinia's parents were already waiting so she went first. And like up to that point we still &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;couldn't believe we got in&lt;/span&gt;, haha.&lt;br /&gt;I waited with Adam and Arif at the bench outside and we talked about what just happened&lt;br /&gt;Glen's friend, Len, went out to ask us stuff and like stuff. He offered to take us in for a drink and AC but I was like no. The dog then at some point, got out of the house AND BARKED that was kind of scary&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rest of the time we were figuring out practise times and commented on &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;the random creepy dude&lt;/span&gt; who kept eyeing us three. He was wearing white, and his son was wearing light brown. I think. We then 'commented' about the random band names on the flyers and whom to give the free tickets to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom then came. We said our goodbyes. On the way back, I blabbed to my mom about how this concert thing is a launching of a place for teens under 19 and she thought it was like a clubbing club lol.&lt;br /&gt;At home, intense tennis was happening. Federer, as usual&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;long entry gays&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8590316797711798159-397799620861333750?l=mayonakanocarboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mayonakanocarboy.blogspot.com/feeds/397799620861333750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8590316797711798159&amp;postID=397799620861333750' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8590316797711798159/posts/default/397799620861333750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8590316797711798159/posts/default/397799620861333750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mayonakanocarboy.blogspot.com/2009/06/masquerade.html' title='Masquerade?'/><author><name>koresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15381355270223210137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1ASs-q6pUTI/S04qZZn5WzI/AAAAAAAAAGw/kaMXUVSoaWM/S220/omo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8590316797711798159.post-7794211142202048991</id><published>2009-06-03T18:00:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T18:08:50.556+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Laugh of the day</title><content type='html'>In my chatting moments with syania, I must encounter weird people emitting sounds&lt;br /&gt;And this time apparently, is my mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are currently watching intense tennis of Gael Monfils and Roger Federer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;{             × b i.es     ;         arrmateys              }     says:&lt;br /&gt;*MY MOM IS LISTENING T KUCH KUCH HOTA HE OR SMETHING&lt;br /&gt;*aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa&lt;br /&gt;*fajar is not th one for responses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   . carisa     says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;*PFFFFT MY MOM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;*IS CUTTING WORTEL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;*AND IT GLUNDUNG&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;*AND SHE WENT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;*YA ALLAH YA AMPUUUUN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    {             × b i.es     ;         arrmateys              }     says:&lt;br /&gt;*AUHAUHAHUAUHAUAHAUHAUHAUAHA&lt;br /&gt;*AAHAUUAUAUHAUHAUHUAHUHAHAUAHUAHUAHAUHHAUAUHAA&lt;br /&gt;*THT IS SOOOOOOOOO FUNNY&lt;br /&gt;*MATAR U SHUD TWIT IT&lt;br /&gt;*HAUAUAHUAAAHUAA&lt;br /&gt;*I RELE LOLLED&lt;br /&gt;*LOOOOOOOOOOOL&lt;br /&gt;*IM GUNNA SPIT MY FLAMIN HOT CHEETOS&lt;br /&gt;*UHAHUYAUHAUAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   . carisa     says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;*AND YOU KNO THE GLUNDUNG SOUND?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;*ITS LIKE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    {             × b i.es     ;         arrmateys              }     says:&lt;br /&gt;*IM LAUGHING SO HARD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   . carisa     says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;*DUNGDUNGDUNGDU.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*HAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    {             × b i.es     ;         arrmateys              }     says:&lt;br /&gt;*AHAUHUAHAUAHUHAUHUHAUAHUAHAA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;. carisa     says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;*AND SHES LIKE HAH?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    {             × b i.es     ;         arrmateys              }     says:&lt;br /&gt;*CRYYYYYYYYYING&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   . carisa     says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;*AND THEN SHE WENT TO THE TV.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;*AND SHE WAS LIKE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;*MENANG SIAPA KAK?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    {             × b i.es     ;         arrmateys              }     says:&lt;br /&gt;*IM GUNNA DIWE&lt;br /&gt;**DIE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   . carisa     says:&lt;br /&gt;*AND IM LIKE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    {             × b i.es     ;         arrmateys              }     says:&lt;br /&gt;*AUHAUYAUHAHAUAHAA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   . carisa     says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;*MONFILS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;*AND SHES LIKE LHA BUKAN GITU KOK, FEDERERERER.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;*AND SHE WENT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;*MERCI BOKUUP.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FEDERER WON THE SET, HAAHA&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8590316797711798159-7794211142202048991?l=mayonakanocarboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mayonakanocarboy.blogspot.com/feeds/7794211142202048991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8590316797711798159&amp;postID=7794211142202048991' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8590316797711798159/posts/default/7794211142202048991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8590316797711798159/posts/default/7794211142202048991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mayonakanocarboy.blogspot.com/2009/06/laugh-of-day.html' title='Laugh of the day'/><author><name>koresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15381355270223210137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1ASs-q6pUTI/S04qZZn5WzI/AAAAAAAAAGw/kaMXUVSoaWM/S220/omo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8590316797711798159.post-5518473066377447820</id><published>2009-05-31T18:44:00.004+03:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T18:48:08.384+03:00</updated><title type='text'>We need another world summit</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;outoneday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;@&lt;a href="http://twitter.com/outoneday"&gt;twitter&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I MADE A TWITTER, NOW YOU CAN SEE ME SPAM PHYSICS EQUATIONS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fine, and geography things. I am studying, so awesome no?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8590316797711798159-5518473066377447820?l=mayonakanocarboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mayonakanocarboy.blogspot.com/feeds/5518473066377447820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8590316797711798159&amp;postID=5518473066377447820' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8590316797711798159/posts/default/5518473066377447820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8590316797711798159/posts/default/5518473066377447820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mayonakanocarboy.blogspot.com/2009/05/we-need-another-world-summit.html' title='We need another world summit'/><author><name>koresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15381355270223210137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1ASs-q6pUTI/S04qZZn5WzI/AAAAAAAAAGw/kaMXUVSoaWM/S220/omo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8590316797711798159.post-3388587165363830818</id><published>2009-05-31T14:12:00.007+03:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T17:23:53.381+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sucky times'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='U'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='creepy times'/><title type='text'>I draft my blog entries in notebooks</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;friday, 29th may 2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok so I woke up on friday morning at like 7 due to my dad asking me about the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;kaifa yell2&lt;/span&gt; thing and with my sleepyness I stood up and turned on the laptop. And then I slept again. At about 7:45 my dad woke me up again. And he was like 'WHERE IS THE FILE' and I'm like 'dad, its here ok' so I went to the laptop, plugged in my USB and pasted the file in there. I then plugged my USB into cania's computer and then opened the file so it can be seen on the screen for my dad to speculate and then I went into bed again. I slept til 8:30 when my dad left. I finally decided to wake up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day before, Thursday, felt horribly lame. I was like lame. And that happened after I arrived home from the music centre concert thing. I went on to stick my geography revision stuff on the wall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going back to the morning of friday, I felt like drawing something to get my mind off my lameness and decided to remember my old biology lessons in grade 7, in Indonesia and I recalled this random disease called&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; 'Rabun Senja'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I went to research for it because I like to research, and found out how this disease is common in Indonesia&lt;br /&gt;I would still go 'why' because most of the websites I visited did not answer my question. So I looked up the english term. Google gave me random words and gruesome eye images and I got startled CANIA WAS STILL ASLEEP and you could hear my mom babbling on the phone. When I finally typed in 'Night blindness', google found it for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nyctalopia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which makes the eye useless in dim light and may result in blindness and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;I googled again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I grabbed my brand new sketchbook that may have no specific use yet and doodled this girl. She didn't look diseased. Beside her, a half drawn guy. Not finished. I decided to close the book.&lt;br /&gt;I can only imagine the end result in my imaginary comic mind I guess. I seem to can't finish a drawing nowadays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wont blog about the day because it's more interesting if I tell in rl.&lt;br /&gt;BUT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the way back home from Hanis's house, Me and dad were like in the car alone and we went through the road that was in front of the North Atlantic college. It was freakin dark and there was like an intersection. so basically we were going straight and from our RIGHT, THIS RANDOM TRUCK. Went to turn and drove the opposite way from us.&lt;br /&gt;And the creepiest thing. The road to the right of us. Ended. It was like a half road that was never finished. And the random truck drove from that direction&lt;br /&gt;So me and dad were like SILENT for like 2 minutes and then my dad was like,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Carisa, did you see that truck?'&lt;br /&gt;'I SAW THAT TRUCK'&lt;br /&gt;'Jangan-jangan yang nyetir MUKA RATA'&lt;br /&gt;'DAD, SHUT UP -.-'&lt;br /&gt;'Hayoo gimana kalo muka rata, HIHIHIHIHI'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SHI' I was scared, I just watched COMING SOON at Hanis's and now I have to put up with this random creepiness seriously. And for those who don't know, muka rata is a ghost with a flat face.&lt;br /&gt;It freaks me out ok, I've had numerous dreams about them and burnt faces when I was really little and they were out to get me and no one was there for me to cling on to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were silent the whole trip back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess this was never meant to be, then&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8590316797711798159-3388587165363830818?l=mayonakanocarboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mayonakanocarboy.blogspot.com/feeds/3388587165363830818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8590316797711798159&amp;postID=3388587165363830818' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8590316797711798159/posts/default/3388587165363830818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8590316797711798159/posts/default/3388587165363830818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mayonakanocarboy.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-draft-my-blog-entries-in-notebooks.html' title='I draft my blog entries in notebooks'/><author><name>koresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15381355270223210137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1ASs-q6pUTI/S04qZZn5WzI/AAAAAAAAAGw/kaMXUVSoaWM/S220/omo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8590316797711798159.post-144151110725507874</id><published>2009-05-26T18:06:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T19:26:24.138+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pictures galore'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='study'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='meme'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='other associations'/><title type='text'>A reason to not study geography</title><content type='html'>SOMETHING JUST OCCURED TO ME&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i126.photobucket.com/albums/p99/lady_kyouta/syanani.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SYANIA TIFANI&lt;/span&gt; and you may add Marwoto at the end for father reference&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;10 things:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. We are childhood baby friends&lt;br /&gt;2. She thinks she has a pot belly.&lt;br /&gt;3. She forgets things SOSOSOSO easily.&lt;br /&gt;4. We started the random matar thing when I was in Year 9 and she was in Year 10 because we were 13-14 and 14.&lt;br /&gt;5. I know where she lives.&lt;br /&gt;6. We used to create random characters and made them into a book e.g. The Magic Pen-pal sisters and so, the drawing chronicles started.&lt;br /&gt;7. On the last day of school in grade 3 and she was grade 4, I begged my mom so that I can go to her house to play with cardboard boxes&lt;br /&gt;8. When we were in America, we were not that close.&lt;br /&gt;9. She used to tease me with her grade 2 classmate Kevin Zamora&lt;br /&gt;10. She used to create random songs as a child.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Now, myself:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I am female&lt;br /&gt;2. I want to be different&lt;br /&gt;3. I want a water meat set for lady_kyouta.&lt;br /&gt;4. I used to walk backwards as a toddler&lt;br /&gt;5. I blame my dad because of my height&lt;br /&gt;6. I'm hungry.&lt;br /&gt;7. I want to learn the plucking pattern for Honey Bee&lt;br /&gt;8. I got a sore throat because of yesterday's heatwavedpractise&lt;br /&gt;9. I'm supposed to study geography&lt;br /&gt;10. I like to do things in the alternate way. Sort of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;small settlements on the uplands of the river tay are situated in areas that are less steep while the settlements on the lowlands of river tay are situated on the edge of floodplains for less risks of flooding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tag &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;hanish manish, ardinny martinny, dhia and and and uh, hikmah :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8590316797711798159-144151110725507874?l=mayonakanocarboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mayonakanocarboy.blogspot.com/feeds/144151110725507874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8590316797711798159&amp;postID=144151110725507874' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8590316797711798159/posts/default/144151110725507874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8590316797711798159/posts/default/144151110725507874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mayonakanocarboy.blogspot.com/2009/05/reason-to-not-study-geography.html' title='A reason to not study geography'/><author><name>koresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15381355270223210137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1ASs-q6pUTI/S04qZZn5WzI/AAAAAAAAAGw/kaMXUVSoaWM/S220/omo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8590316797711798159.post-6043080718940554537</id><published>2009-05-21T18:59:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T20:01:57.552+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pictures galore'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='awsomeness'/><title type='text'>Till they fall down, down, down</title><content type='html'>I AM TEDIUMED&lt;br /&gt;DONT KNOW WHAT IT MEANS?&lt;br /&gt;ITS A POSH WORD FOR BORED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i126.photobucket.com/albums/p99/lady_kyouta/Image58copy.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dinda came to my house for the first time in ages so we decided to webcam last minute and this was the night before I had my Papaer 4 math exam and we were trying out random glasses that i have and we talked about random things and about her coming to qis in year ten and how its going to be easy for her i think.&lt;br /&gt;SHE A CHOUEIFAT SCHOOL GIRL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i126.photobucket.com/albums/p99/lady_kyouta/Image103copy.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my wall, isn't it cool look at all hikmah's 'itouch'-es she made them for me in art and like she promotes recycling and super junior's sorry sorry sorry sorry and i have all the different types of hair band things and i even have the green guitar article stuck on my wall i know its gay but wth, i dont care and you can see other types of things stuck on the wall there's like my mock timetable and my igcse timetable and like my 6 week training program.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;run on sentences rock&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lets encourage pedestrian walking in qatar, shall we&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Q0rafi5CG5M&amp;amp;feature=channel_page&lt;br /&gt;Song is addicting, thank you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8590316797711798159-6043080718940554537?l=mayonakanocarboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mayonakanocarboy.blogspot.com/feeds/6043080718940554537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8590316797711798159&amp;postID=6043080718940554537' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8590316797711798159/posts/default/6043080718940554537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8590316797711798159/posts/default/6043080718940554537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mayonakanocarboy.blogspot.com/2009/05/till-they-fall-down-down-down.html' title='Till they fall down, down, down'/><author><name>koresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15381355270223210137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1ASs-q6pUTI/S04qZZn5WzI/AAAAAAAAAGw/kaMXUVSoaWM/S220/omo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8590316797711798159.post-333408510474581906</id><published>2009-05-19T11:51:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T12:14:41.616+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='memories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school blues'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='other associations'/><title type='text'>Last Thursday</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;no more days to get it right.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Again, in the tense similar to the previous entry)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Formal day.&lt;br /&gt;Before the morning me and Andin went over to Hikmah's and then to CC to get shoes that are higher than usual. SINCE EVERYONE'S GOING TO WEAR HEELS.&lt;br /&gt;So I bought the same pair Andin bought and yeah.&lt;br /&gt;It felt awkward. When I came to school, I placed my bag down and went to the break area to practice the Ms Andrews song with Lavinia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First thing I did when I came into registration was WRITE MORE PROM NAMES in the invitations because apparently everyone paid for the tickets today and I had to write oodles of names. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Math&lt;/span&gt; was next and turns out we didn't have a lesson after all (:&lt;br /&gt;I progressed with the gay name writing while my mathclassmates were taking snaps of themselves, and Hayat was wandering around the math classrooms, getting Set 1 englishers to say something in video format&lt;br /&gt;A video for Ms Andrews&lt;br /&gt;And well I said really random stuff and I think I overused the word 'amuse' and 'amusing'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway just about 20 minutes before the lesson ended I finished up and went back into the math class. Cvoro went to give us her wise words of wisdom and how &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;'it'll be okhay.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Math lesson ended, just like that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then it was &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Biology&lt;/span&gt; where the classes were mixed and we did this quiz thing and I was with Andin Dhea Lavinia and we managed to be in 3rd place.&lt;br /&gt;Last Nolan lesson. We took a class picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1st break&lt;/span&gt;: WRITING MORE NAMES but this time I was in Lab1 where the new Year 10 prefects were selling subways, think it was Nour Haswani and someone and well I was there with Areej and Mohamed Fathy and Yacout&lt;br /&gt;I had to write teacher names. And there were A LOT OF TEACHER NAMES.&lt;br /&gt;Fathy dude kept insisting that he knew how to spell Ms Peachey's name because she's his favorite teacher... and bla.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;GCSE PE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bonnar covered for Ms Williams and me and Lavinia just practiced the Ms Andrews song again while Deema and Yassal watched JAWS (you know, the shark movie)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SHARKS ARE FRIENDS, NOT FOES.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Love sharks and they will not eat you. They wont eat you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Mr Bonnar played Lavinia's guitar. then showed us pictures of him performing at a wedding. We then took pictures and said goodbye to the P.E. class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PHYSICS THE LAST PHYSICS LESSON EVAR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye bye heath. And you know what we did. Past papers. Such a humble guy he is.&lt;br /&gt;Most of the time i attempted questions and talked and whispered and see pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2nd break:&lt;/span&gt; Ms Andrews song time.&lt;br /&gt;Turns out Hayat and the others showed Ms Andrews the video in 1st break so basically it was only me Lavinia Aisha and Aysha and Hayat. It was kind of embarassing though.&lt;br /&gt;Ms Andrews was 'touched', saying that no one's made her a song before and hugged us both. We walked out of the classroom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last lesson. Awards.&lt;br /&gt;Andin was 'The Mute', Dhea was 'Ms Clueless', Lavinia was 'Ms All Around', Hanis was 'The Camera Magnet (?) and Shaz got 'The Loudest (?) and I got 'Ms Animated' and Hikmah got 'The Artistic One' and Nasuha got 'Ms in love'&lt;br /&gt;somewhere in the lines of that. Some guys got awards too.&lt;br /&gt;As it ended, the intercontinential lunch people went to intercon and turns out the leftover girls were me Nasuha Asma Lavinia&lt;br /&gt;Farhan and Marc wanted to take me and Lavinia to CC for lunch but I refused.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I then went home. It was a REALLY hot day, that day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bye year 11.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8590316797711798159-333408510474581906?l=mayonakanocarboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mayonakanocarboy.blogspot.com/feeds/333408510474581906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8590316797711798159&amp;postID=333408510474581906' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8590316797711798159/posts/default/333408510474581906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8590316797711798159/posts/default/333408510474581906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mayonakanocarboy.blogspot.com/2009/05/last-thursday.html' title='Last Thursday'/><author><name>koresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15381355270223210137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1ASs-q6pUTI/S04qZZn5WzI/AAAAAAAAAGw/kaMXUVSoaWM/S220/omo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8590316797711798159.post-6970808399377550762</id><published>2009-05-18T19:44:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T20:24:44.959+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sucky times'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='memories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='english is not fun'/><title type='text'>Last Wednesday</title><content type='html'>I will write this in present but past tense because I am copy pasting from my previous oldy wordy entry k, thank you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;1 more day to get it right &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day started with &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ICT&lt;/span&gt; and Johnson, sadly it was our last lesson with Asma the girl with straight As but a C in P.E. so yeah. We ate cake and I think I was looking at blogs and randomly going around and about ICT system lifecycles.&lt;br /&gt;We ate cake WITH STRAWBERRIES on them and I ate mine. We took loads of random pictures too. Including class picture. That was it, really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then we skedaddled to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;GCSE PE&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;We were at G10, didn't do much but went on blogger and looked at Physics Paper 6s. Alina and Lavinia watched a random hiphop movie. And Mr Malley was covering for Ms Williams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Break time was &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;me and subways&lt;/span&gt;. WITH NO REMI.&lt;br /&gt;And like now, Hussein likes to take the chicken subways to the boys side so I have to actually RUN to get to them. It's like back and forth frenzy. Feeding frenzy. HE IS NOT A GENTLEMAN. Anyway, I went back and forth like an &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;idiotic mutant ninja.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hiba came in once or twice to converse with me and Luay also, but well, he's just there for the subways&lt;br /&gt;And the last subway was saved for Johnson. As usual. I closed the window of Lab2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BIOLOGY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With Nolan. In the demountables. We had a 'tips for paper 6 lesson', since it will be our first biology exam. After that it was just me Lavinia and Nasuha talking and eating kitkat. Last demountable lesson. I will &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;miss the ghost&lt;/span&gt; who turns the ACs on and off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MATH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WE DIDNT DO WORK, HAHA because the girls refused to, well we did a graph question but that was it. No more after that. Me Dhea Hanis and Andin talked about formal things and the formal wear and prom things, God, we used to not talk about these things.&lt;br /&gt;Ms Cvoro promised a productive lesson the next day. Tomorrow. Is formal day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Break time I went to get water and well hung out in the break area.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ENGLISH.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now this. I was seriously looking forward for this lesson to end at first, but when I came into the class, you know what we saw?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pink envelopes.&lt;/span&gt; And on top of them, a small box of chocolate. On each and every desk.&lt;br /&gt;o.o&lt;br /&gt;I WENT LIKE 'WHOA. WHATS THIS. THIS? THIS.' and like I skedaddled to my desk near the window. I opened the envelope and it was a little thank you card.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'Dear Carisa, What can I say except you have lightened up my classroon for the past 3 years! Your personality always gets a smile from me, even on my worst days!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Good luck in the exam and your future studies. Love, Judith Andrews, '09'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Omg. The Halas and Zena were like 'Omg, I'm going to cryy' and I was like STOP SAYING THAT (well inside,) and they all hugged Ms Andrews and I think I saw Hayat WEEP.&lt;br /&gt;Well, I did. How could I not. Writing each and everyone of us a little note in a thank you card. EACH AND EVERYONE&lt;br /&gt;That, is just &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;too sweet&lt;/span&gt;, and what, I don't usually use the word sweet.&lt;br /&gt;Hani was crying a waterfall already.&lt;br /&gt;I gathered 'round with Andin Shaz and Lavinia and we commented on what Andrews did and Shaz was like almost weeping and Filza kept on saying WHY ARE YOU CRYING? and Bwalya kept going My God. And while we were in our little groups, the teacher gave us &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;carrot cake&lt;/span&gt; to eat, lol. Healthy.&lt;br /&gt;At the end of the lesson, before the trip assemblies, she decided to give a 'last word speech' thing&lt;br /&gt;And seriously that was, really sad.&lt;br /&gt;It made us as a class &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;feel proud and glad and thankful somewhat&lt;/span&gt;, I guess, that she taught us; She brought us this far, she was the one who made us write like how we write now. At least to those who've been with her for &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3 years&lt;/span&gt;. Like me, for example.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cried again. This time Shaz really cried. HAHA, it was kind of funny and heartbreaking at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;Our last English Literature lesson. Not a single soul took pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The assembly felt kind of dead. Cool destinations though.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8590316797711798159-6970808399377550762?l=mayonakanocarboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mayonakanocarboy.blogspot.com/feeds/6970808399377550762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8590316797711798159&amp;postID=6970808399377550762' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8590316797711798159/posts/default/6970808399377550762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8590316797711798159/posts/default/6970808399377550762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mayonakanocarboy.blogspot.com/2009/05/last-wednesday.html' title='Last Wednesday'/><author><name>koresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15381355270223210137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1ASs-q6pUTI/S04qZZn5WzI/AAAAAAAAAGw/kaMXUVSoaWM/S220/omo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8590316797711798159.post-1040710762112037722</id><published>2009-05-11T23:40:00.005+03:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T14:47:39.339+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='study'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='awsomeness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='exams'/><title type='text'>Spain or United States?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SCROLL DOWN (Y)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so going to regret this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had physicsslashmath study group today.&lt;br /&gt;With &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hanis Ardinny Lavinia Shazreen and Indra.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Indra was the only male.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We mostly slacked though, with only few past papers done and GCSE PE questions which, were not the point of our whole study group thing, but oh well.&lt;br /&gt;It took place in Mc Donald's but then we migrated to Dunkin Donuts but then the sale keeper dude shooed us away.&lt;br /&gt;So we went back to McDonald's. Ate ic cream and we talked and discussed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;~*~LANGUAGE~*~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The malays mocked malay and chinese accents and me and Indra tried to do indonesian accents but I couldn't and I can't really tell whether Indra's accent was really indonesian or not&lt;br /&gt;Because Dhea and Iwan are the masters at that&lt;br /&gt;NOT TO MENTION ABID&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and Ardinny, she's the best, aren't you andin. ;)&lt;br /&gt;Shes the 'neenth' girl.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, after that we decided to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;migrate to Lavinia's. &lt;/span&gt;Well just me and Shaz at least, Hanis went home and well we did really random stuff like go on Facebook and use Hanis's account and chat with Andin through her un-logged out account in Lavinia's laptop.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know whether its MSN's new innovation or not because apparently when Andin logged in her computer at home, it did NOT log out from Lavinia's laptop. Seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;So basically we:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chatted with Andin.&lt;br /&gt;Through her account.&lt;br /&gt;With her replying with her account.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ISNT THAT AWESOME? :0&lt;br /&gt;*if you get what I mean&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And once we signed out we can choose from which PC.&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAH and we decided to log out from BOTH PCs. (Lavinia's and Andin's)&lt;br /&gt;Then Shaz left and me and Lavinia babbled and we chatted with people. You should know who you are.&lt;br /&gt;And we recorded music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;embed quality="high" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://res1.esnips.com/escentral/images/widgets/flash/white_player_list.swf" flashvars="autoPlay=no&amp;amp;thePlayerURL=http://res1.esnips.com/escentral/images/widgets/flash/mp3WidgetPlayer.swf&amp;amp;fileIds=396cf412-4d0d-4407-bc6f-4b48be3faa55;d4308bf7-b48d-4d4f-afdb-1b4f8e423d19;eae97e92-0c22-45a3-bf7b-8e8e67047066;&amp;amp;plURL=http://www.esnips.com//plxml/ef3bdca6-1136-4ee4-a358-2883fd6c91f0/?cachePL=true" width="301" height="250"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know this is quite gay.&lt;br /&gt;There are 2 other random recordings we took and that's just me singing. Oh and you get to hear our gay song also (y)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I WENT HOME AT... 7?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8590316797711798159-1040710762112037722?l=mayonakanocarboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mayonakanocarboy.blogspot.com/feeds/1040710762112037722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8590316797711798159&amp;postID=1040710762112037722' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8590316797711798159/posts/default/1040710762112037722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8590316797711798159/posts/default/1040710762112037722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mayonakanocarboy.blogspot.com/2009/05/spain-or-united-states.html' title='Spain or United States?'/><author><name>koresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15381355270223210137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1ASs-q6pUTI/S04qZZn5WzI/AAAAAAAAAGw/kaMXUVSoaWM/S220/omo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8590316797711798159.post-8792954331623922420</id><published>2009-05-09T19:59:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2009-05-09T20:26:26.018+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='awsomeness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lyric addict'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='english is not fun'/><title type='text'>Because we love Ms Andrews so much</title><content type='html'>Ha Ha Ha&lt;br /&gt;Ok so I will explain why Me and Lavinia decided to create this song&lt;br /&gt;It's because Ms Andrews is leaving&lt;br /&gt;And we don't think shes a b**** you know, she's actually really nice&lt;br /&gt;Because apparently loads of people in our class and practically the people whom she teaches dislikes her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a song titled &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;'A Simple Thank You'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lyrics by : Carisa &amp;amp; Lavinia&lt;br /&gt;Melody by: Carisa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;An original&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's just a, simple thank you&lt;br /&gt;for all you've done&lt;br /&gt;Just another, simple thank you&lt;br /&gt;for what you've taught.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been hard,&lt;br /&gt;but so what&lt;br /&gt;Things come to an end&lt;br /&gt;It's been rough,&lt;br /&gt;but so what.&lt;br /&gt;We've worked hard everytime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frankly, we don't know how&lt;br /&gt;to say these words&lt;br /&gt;No other, way to say them&lt;br /&gt;oh, these two words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember, cause you'll miss it&lt;br /&gt;You know you love us too.&lt;br /&gt;Remember, this last song&lt;br /&gt;This song, we sing for you.&lt;br /&gt;Sing for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's just a, simple thank you&lt;br /&gt;for all you've done&lt;br /&gt;Just another, simple thank you&lt;br /&gt;for what you've taught.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It's just a simple thank you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8590316797711798159-8792954331623922420?l=mayonakanocarboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mayonakanocarboy.blogspot.com/feeds/8792954331623922420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8590316797711798159&amp;postID=8792954331623922420' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8590316797711798159/posts/default/8792954331623922420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8590316797711798159/posts/default/8792954331623922420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mayonakanocarboy.blogspot.com/2009/05/because-we-love-ms-andrews-so-much.html' title='Because we love Ms Andrews so much'/><author><name>koresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15381355270223210137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1ASs-q6pUTI/S04qZZn5WzI/AAAAAAAAAGw/kaMXUVSoaWM/S220/omo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8590316797711798159.post-5119230691810101373</id><published>2009-05-06T08:14:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T08:36:57.395+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Hanis is here</title><content type='html'>Hi I am Hanis and I am very cool. I speak 8 languages.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chinese&lt;br /&gt;Indian&lt;br /&gt;English&lt;br /&gt;Broken English&lt;br /&gt;Chinese English&lt;br /&gt;Indian English&lt;br /&gt;Malay&lt;br /&gt;Indonesian&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love Carisa&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8590316797711798159-5119230691810101373?l=mayonakanocarboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mayonakanocarboy.blogspot.com/feeds/5119230691810101373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8590316797711798159&amp;postID=5119230691810101373' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8590316797711798159/posts/default/5119230691810101373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8590316797711798159/posts/default/5119230691810101373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mayonakanocarboy.blogspot.com/2009/05/hanis-is-here.html' title='Hanis is here'/><author><name>koresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15381355270223210137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1ASs-q6pUTI/S04qZZn5WzI/AAAAAAAAAGw/kaMXUVSoaWM/S220/omo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8590316797711798159.post-1458900109481835919</id><published>2009-05-05T22:04:00.007+03:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T16:11:24.677+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='study'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dull days'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='awsomeness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='other associations'/><title type='text'>Last Tuesday</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2 more days to get it right.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm back with today's news report regarding my tuesday days.&lt;br /&gt;The day started with me being a bit late but I guess that was quite beneficial also y'know&lt;br /&gt;On the way from my car to the school grounds, we three were stopped by this RANDOM teacher, perhaps she was a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;primary teacher&lt;/span&gt; who's just landed in this school 'cause if I may say I have&lt;br /&gt;NEVER&lt;br /&gt;seen her alive in this school.&lt;br /&gt;So she stopped us saying that we cannot walk from the back gate because she doesn't want us to get hit by her car.&lt;br /&gt;Oh come on, we know when cars pass by us. Good thing there was Ms Edwards and Ms Sabbagh, they cleared up the problem and allowed us to enter the school grounds without craziness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My first lesson was &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;English&lt;/span&gt;where we went through out Crucible essay homework with Andin and Hani&lt;br /&gt;Hani had like awkward sentence structures.&lt;br /&gt;And Me and Bwalya Filza kept arguing about the AC flap in the room because it couldn't stay still.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our last P.E lesson.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was hoping for softball because I doubt I will ever do any softball after today and everyone agreed. I hit every throw but recieved an out&lt;br /&gt;Hikmah's hit was &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;awesome&lt;/span&gt; and it went all the way to the other side of the field, yknow near our changing rooms and that made like 4 runs. It was cool. Nothing special happened, it was like your normal P.E lesson with running and exercise and bla.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In break I was stuck with Areej and Firas writing names for the Prom card/ticket/thing. It was hell hot so I kept sweating. AND I TOOK MY FROZEN WATER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Our last Geography lesson.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This one wasn't as fun as yesterday but we answered questions again and if we by chance got the question right we would have to throw the scrap ball of paper into the bin.&lt;br /&gt;NONE of us got the freakin ball in. And to think me and Lavinia Andin practiced shooting using me as the bin.&lt;br /&gt;And then out of the random tedium we had, Ms Edwards spotted Mr Carver and THIS GUY  And well she looked real smiley when she saw this figure, we were just like 'who's that'  And then she opened the window and greeted them both, turns out it was Mr Carver's friend named Thomas&lt;br /&gt;And the most stupidest thing was that Ms Edwards told the Thomas dude that her year 11 girls were admiring him. We all just laughed and Phillie's face went completely red.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the last 20 minutes she gave us words of encouragement.&lt;br /&gt;After that, well, it was finished. I felt sort of melancholy *HAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;maybe because it was a good 2 year geography course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our last Art lesson.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hikmah took her usual scrap cards and drew random characters while I was again occupied with writing names on the Prom cards/tickets/thing&lt;br /&gt;We then wrote random words on the scrap cards and took pictures.&lt;br /&gt;That's it really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Break time I went in the tuckshop to help Shazreen but instead Firas came and dragged me into writing more names.&lt;br /&gt;I I I I I I.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ICT&lt;/span&gt; was just a review of theory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AFTER SCHOOL WAS CC AND CHILI'S&lt;br /&gt;And then me and Andin Hanis Lavinia Shaz Dhea went to look for formal things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;thursday is formal day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8590316797711798159-1458900109481835919?l=mayonakanocarboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mayonakanocarboy.blogspot.com/feeds/1458900109481835919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8590316797711798159&amp;postID=1458900109481835919' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8590316797711798159/posts/default/1458900109481835919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8590316797711798159/posts/default/1458900109481835919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mayonakanocarboy.blogspot.com/2009/05/last-tuesday.html' title='Last Tuesday'/><author><name>koresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15381355270223210137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1ASs-q6pUTI/S04qZZn5WzI/AAAAAAAAAGw/kaMXUVSoaWM/S220/omo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8590316797711798159.post-936818549677444090</id><published>2009-05-04T21:10:00.004+03:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T21:56:58.778+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dull days'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='awsomeness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='other associations'/><title type='text'>Last Monday</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Did I tell you that Andin is staying at my house till Friday?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently not. But well yeah, she's now quietly reading fanfics on livejournal on her mattress beside cania's bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today started with &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ICT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok we enter the class and once more we actually smell the ICT room and you know how they smell like. Some computer perfume right. Last time I smelt this was last wednesday.&lt;br /&gt;Knowing that ICT practical is finished we did some theory revision, which reminds me I need to find that syllabus&lt;br /&gt;Anyway&lt;br /&gt;Johnson blabbed bla bla bla bla system lifecycles expert systems abnormal normal extreme data and I typed it up with a bit of Physics homework in between because I forgot to do it yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;I asked Lavinia most of the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the lesson finished I was HALF DEAD&lt;br /&gt;And I walked so droopily to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Geography&lt;/span&gt; where I knew that Ms Edwards was just going to dictate questions, most of us were half dead&lt;br /&gt;But then suddenly Ms Edwards decided to play a game.&lt;br /&gt;It was basically racing to the board where we would answer questions that require 5 answers and quickly scribbling it on the destined box (well, if you get what I mean)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was with Shazreen and Alina.&lt;br /&gt;Others were Hayat Lavinia Andin&lt;br /&gt;And the last group was Phillie Maha Bwalya and Aynaa too?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was so crazy and we were shouting and then Hayat had to get 'competitive' so she erased our board scribbles and we were running and skidding and sliding and Hayat went to Ms Andrews to get her Nikon.&lt;br /&gt;THAT WOKE ME UP&lt;br /&gt;So like basically for the whole 45 minutes we did very active revision, if I may say, and it was a hell load of fun till we realised this was Ms Edwards way of revision for keystage 3.&lt;br /&gt;A keystage down doesnt hurt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After we finished we were allowed the last free ten minutes and you know what we did?&lt;br /&gt;Lavinia took out her trix box and we argued whether each trix have different flavours or not. I say they all taste the same. Shaz disagrees Lavinia agrees and I think Andin was neutral&lt;br /&gt;So we decided to test eachother and see whether we guessed the correct trix we ate, And well Shaz was just a colour away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So then they tested it on me&lt;br /&gt;and well I've concluded that EACH TRIX HAVE DIFFERENT LEVELS OF SUGAR&lt;br /&gt;And that the orange trix are the sweetest and the purple trix are the tasteless ones.&lt;br /&gt;Such geeks we are. Well I am, to say the least&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I scurried to the tuckshop to CHECK MY FROZEN WATER! :D&lt;br /&gt;And my God it was frozen and I plan to take it out tomorrow after P.E. with Nasuha.&lt;br /&gt;Since no one sold the subways in the boy's area Johnson nagged us to sell so basically for the whole 1st break I was at lab 2? selling subways to guys&lt;br /&gt;I witnessed that Hala and Firas were arguing about formal day nominations and how the year 11 guys are immature.&lt;br /&gt;I ignored them and progressed my physics homework.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;English was after break. B11 my usual class.&lt;br /&gt;AND YOU KNOW WHAT, another in class essay today but well that did not turn out good&lt;br /&gt;I did not want to answer that Crucible essay question because I did not understand its point. DRAMATIC MOMENTS IN THE PASSAGE?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poo.&lt;br /&gt;And you know whats pooer.&lt;br /&gt;I had &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Physics&lt;/span&gt; afterwards. Heath. Ugh.&lt;br /&gt;I saw Fajar and Khalid running about outside, apparently they had softball. And Arif. And the other people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 minutes before the lesson ends I would RUN to the tuckshop to escape the hell that is Heath&lt;br /&gt;And do tuckshop stuff you know.&lt;br /&gt;Btw &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;today was my last actual tuckshop duty&lt;/span&gt;. In year 11, of course.&lt;br /&gt;With Luay randomly closing windows, Nasuha and Hussein staying in and eating kitkat and Majd running about and people blocking the fridges.&lt;br /&gt;I left early knowing that Luay took over the rest of the shift.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I entered &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;math&lt;/span&gt; class.&lt;br /&gt;The normal dull usual math lesson you know. And by the time it was 12:15, I almost slept in class.&lt;br /&gt;Andin too. After school was physics in lab 1. It was sort of helpful I guess. Accelerated year 10s are so bright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;There were also lots of shuffling today, if you know what I mean&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I don't get the point of being in front of me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;or beside me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3 more days to get it right&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8590316797711798159-936818549677444090?l=mayonakanocarboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mayonakanocarboy.blogspot.com/feeds/936818549677444090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8590316797711798159&amp;postID=936818549677444090' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8590316797711798159/posts/default/936818549677444090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8590316797711798159/posts/default/936818549677444090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mayonakanocarboy.blogspot.com/2009/05/last-monday.html' title='Last Monday'/><author><name>koresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15381355270223210137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1ASs-q6pUTI/S04qZZn5WzI/AAAAAAAAAGw/kaMXUVSoaWM/S220/omo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8590316797711798159.post-1166664594331456002</id><published>2009-05-03T22:15:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T22:44:37.509+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='study'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dull days'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='other associations'/><title type='text'>Last Sunday</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hello&lt;/span&gt; last week of year 11&lt;br /&gt;last year of wearing the blue uniform&lt;br /&gt;last year of having GCSE PE practical and Art on the same day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So at school everything started with the usual&lt;br /&gt;Your normal friend greetings, your normal laughing days, your normal &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;English&lt;/span&gt; lesson&lt;br /&gt;and then second period came where I have &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;GCSE PE&lt;/span&gt; and also the only time me and Lavinia and maybe Alina would run&lt;br /&gt;or jog&lt;br /&gt;at no &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;specific pace&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because right now, all we have to worry about is the theory, for we have finished practical.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were changing back into our uniform till I realised there were only&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; 9 minutes&lt;/span&gt; left of breaktime. So we scurried out to see the Keystage 3-ers and went inside where we met with Ms Harvie's examining look towards us&lt;br /&gt;She did &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;not &lt;/span&gt;reply my hey ms&lt;br /&gt;So I walked ever so slowly to the toilet and peeked through the window where I saw&lt;br /&gt;Our usual group sitting on the regular bench.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Third lesson was &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Geography&lt;/span&gt; and I finished my storm diagram of a tropical storm pathway&lt;br /&gt;I am really proud of it&lt;br /&gt;And then we Andin Lavinia and Shazreen talked about random things concerning &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;formal day awards and stuff.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we went up to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Art&lt;/span&gt; lesson, two huge people walked in front of me and Andin and might I say that they both have the most &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;different&lt;/span&gt; hair in the whole school&lt;br /&gt;I slowed down my walking to show my respect from behind.&lt;br /&gt;And then I slid to the classroom&lt;br /&gt;Where I met Dhea's face.&lt;br /&gt;She always seems to smile you know, and I think at some point she's just trying to make this world a happy place by her smile&lt;br /&gt;I took my water bottle and filled my water with care &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and some hope.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But instead Dhea popped out and decided to block me and I got through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Art was nothing special.&lt;br /&gt;I can't even take it next year either. ): I hate you options grid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Break time, I decided to get Andin a cereal bar&lt;br /&gt;But since Fawaz took AGES to come to his tuckshop duty, I decided to open the window.&lt;br /&gt;And I opened the window.&lt;br /&gt;Mr Parry decided that I was to take the girls orders and Fawaz would take the guys orders&lt;br /&gt;but in the end I left him to do it by himself anyway because it's his job for today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Math&lt;/span&gt; was histograms.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the day ended with me cleaning the tuckshop with Nasuha Shaz Hussein and his younger primary brother, who is, by no doubt, taller than me.&lt;br /&gt;I also found the key to the money safe. I swept the floor too y'know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Some responsible prefect, I am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8590316797711798159-1166664594331456002?l=mayonakanocarboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mayonakanocarboy.blogspot.com/feeds/1166664594331456002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8590316797711798159&amp;postID=1166664594331456002' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8590316797711798159/posts/default/1166664594331456002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8590316797711798159/posts/default/1166664594331456002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mayonakanocarboy.blogspot.com/2009/05/last-sunday.html' title='Last Sunday'/><author><name>koresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15381355270223210137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1ASs-q6pUTI/S04qZZn5WzI/AAAAAAAAAGw/kaMXUVSoaWM/S220/omo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8590316797711798159.post-1052164857229669060</id><published>2009-05-01T12:18:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T13:36:53.449+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Here's a lullaby</title><content type='html'>So many shocking things happening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I didn't know&lt;/span&gt; that dinda ended up at the hospital with an appendix problem making her undergo surgery because I was at my ICT exam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I didn't know&lt;/span&gt; that so many people are obsessed with their hair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I didn't know&lt;/span&gt; that I would skip visiting dinda and be at a dinner at my dad's friend's place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So well yesterday when most of the indos went to visit dinda, I went to my dad's friend's house at this huge compund near ASD, where dian used to live&lt;br /&gt;And well I had no idea that this man would have children but turns out he had daughters.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway,&lt;br /&gt;when we stopped in front of his house it was DARK as if no one was inside. But then we were greeted a few moments after my dad rang the bell. I went inside and went 'whoa.'&lt;br /&gt;The interior of the house was awesome. You can see like this colour coded wallpapers and the stereo was placed in places where the sound will actually spread around the house, there were paintings, designs and even family pictures.&lt;br /&gt;I saw the daughters (well not in person but you know what I mean) and I saw a piano and the whole bojangle&lt;br /&gt;2 words: AWESOME HOUSE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I WAS AMAZED i kept wandering about while my mom and dad were mingling with the man dude who was named Hercahyo&lt;br /&gt;apparently he used to go to University of Tulsa with my dad. Interesting.&lt;br /&gt;So then I just mumbled about with cania till RANI CAME&lt;br /&gt;Yay I have a friend. Along with her little brother Rian or Riyan (which, is not actually &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;little&lt;/span&gt;) And we basically told school stories, how EMS is, how QIS is and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;Soon the mother of the house came. Along with their eldest daughter.&lt;br /&gt;I was sort of surprised to see her, one thing's for sure, I excel her in height (WHICH, IS QUITE RARE) and well she looked as if she didn't want to talk at first so the mothers kept telling me to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;'ajak her ngobrol'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WELL I CANT YOU KNOW.&lt;br /&gt;I am not good in starting first conversations with new people nor greeting nor blablabla may you note that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then in the end we ate and after that we were stuffed, Rian ate only a bit but his dad said he eats a bit but very very often&lt;br /&gt;Then the daughter asked us if we wanted to play basketball. So after a bit of rest we agreed. We three went to get the ball while Rian looked like this lame kid who is girlphobic. After the daughter NAGGED him to come and I mean completely NAGGED him (that was really unexpected) till he agreed to join us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her name was &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ataya.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unique name, don't you agree, and well I was surprised at how she talked really tough and bold and confident to Rian especially and to us as well&lt;br /&gt;So we walked to basketball court and we played basketball, I started as the 'cadangan' so I went later. RIAN CANNOT DRIBBLE.&lt;br /&gt;Rani got exhausted after a while, Cania practically SAT DOWN when I passed the ball to her and well Ataya was a pretty good player&lt;br /&gt;After a short game we walked around her compound and talked about random stuff and for some reason she went on about shutter and horror stuff it was quite creepy.&lt;br /&gt;We arrived back at her house and we went upstairs and we went into her room&lt;br /&gt;IT WAS BLUE&lt;br /&gt;well like &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;aqua blue&lt;/span&gt; to be precise and the interior was also nice and she had a canvas holder thing and rope hanging about the room where she clipped on pictures and stuff IT WAS AWESOME&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and her lil' sis's room was light purple. Really nice.&lt;br /&gt;We introduced our names once more and she liked mine and thinks that the whole CarisaCania thing is cute&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I went over and tuned this lonely guitar (which I think was correct tuning) and played. Turns out it was her dad's old guitar.&lt;br /&gt;After that we watched the first part of Wild Child and then we had to go home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Done with, this entry is&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8590316797711798159-1052164857229669060?l=mayonakanocarboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mayonakanocarboy.blogspot.com/feeds/1052164857229669060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8590316797711798159&amp;postID=1052164857229669060' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8590316797711798159/posts/default/1052164857229669060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8590316797711798159/posts/default/1052164857229669060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mayonakanocarboy.blogspot.com/2009/05/heres-lullaby.html' title='Here&apos;s a lullaby'/><author><name>koresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15381355270223210137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1ASs-q6pUTI/S04qZZn5WzI/AAAAAAAAAGw/kaMXUVSoaWM/S220/omo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8590316797711798159.post-782173783630366842</id><published>2009-04-29T18:38:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T19:49:54.582+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sucky times'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='U'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='awsomeness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='exams'/><title type='text'>I survived the ICT practical exam</title><content type='html'>ICT PRACTICAL IS FINISHED.&lt;br /&gt;HAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would like to thank &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ghabot&lt;/span&gt; for nagging me to tell him stuff all the time, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;hanis&lt;/span&gt; for giving me good help, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;lavinia and shazreen&lt;/span&gt; for being the better teachers than Johnson in the past few days, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;iwan&lt;/span&gt; for being another better teacher also and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;dhea&lt;/span&gt; who was annoying but was quite a bit more knowledgable than me in a few areas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I started off doing Paper 3 where everything was great, I nailed the excel and the frontpage and also the very awkward powerpoint question where we had to make the background of the slides to be HALF BLUE&lt;br /&gt;HALF BLUE&lt;br /&gt;Seriously I think their attempt to confuse us fails dramatically&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But other than that it was fine, I finished 30 minutes earlier which gives me oodles of time to recheck my work and use my eyes to wander about the room where i spotted people still in tune with their work. Same goes for the paper 2 today. (y)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need new music, my ipod songs are so lame&lt;br /&gt;I have no source of indie band people and other people and other things&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I WATCHED SHINEE ON IDOL ARMY!&lt;br /&gt;Got back into my randomfandoms and I must say Nickhun is so cute and I think Khunho is win&lt;br /&gt;And HSJ released a new DVD and I did not know about it. I fail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah. Now what. Nothing fun's happening, just beginning to end&lt;br /&gt;In a week I will be gone, I will turn dark blue while the others stay blue, I won't be able to see what I used to see, and My friends will part and they will be gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And eventually, my presence will too&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;In those eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I guess&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MY MOM CRIES BECAUSE OF SUSAN BOYLE HAH HAH HAH&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8590316797711798159-782173783630366842?l=mayonakanocarboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mayonakanocarboy.blogspot.com/feeds/782173783630366842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8590316797711798159&amp;postID=782173783630366842' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8590316797711798159/posts/default/782173783630366842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8590316797711798159/posts/default/782173783630366842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mayonakanocarboy.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-survived-ict-practical-exam.html' title='I survived the ICT practical exam'/><author><name>koresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15381355270223210137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1ASs-q6pUTI/S04qZZn5WzI/AAAAAAAAAGw/kaMXUVSoaWM/S220/omo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8590316797711798159.post-501807808673635712</id><published>2009-04-26T17:08:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T17:39:04.814+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='exams'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='other associations'/><title type='text'>butterfly fly away</title><content type='html'>I WATCHED HANNAH MONTANA THE MOVIE ON THURSDAY WITH CANIA.&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;I love the soundtrack seriously, no disney soundtrack has failed to impress me&lt;br /&gt;except for Camp rock which should seriously be camp &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;prock&lt;/span&gt; instead as Syania insisted&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Sorry guys i get really lazy in replying cbox comments, I really should get to that after this though. So may you wait. This is why I abandoned my friendster.&lt;br /&gt;Moving on.&lt;br /&gt;Stupid of me, I did not do anything for my mom's birthday no seriously&lt;br /&gt;so i'll dedicate this entry to her&lt;br /&gt;and also because I prefer doing this than ict practical papers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i126.photobucket.com/albums/p99/lady_kyouta/mommom.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Yeah i know this is a really unfitting picture but it's the closest i can get of her near a cake.&lt;br /&gt;This was taken in 2002 by the way, so cania was young and so was my mom so they did not wear their hijabs yet&lt;br /&gt;my mom is 40-something now, I know, she married late then had me&lt;br /&gt;but yeah i thank her for having me and cania and giving us good care and guidance&lt;br /&gt;I usually dont say i love you but i would, well i should've on that day but i didn't&lt;br /&gt;I guess I also inherited your inability to express love in words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Happy belated birthday mom.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish me luck tomorrow? ICT PRATICAL EXAM, thank you (:&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/8590316797711798159-501807808673635712?l=mayonakanocarboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mayonakanocarboy.blogspot.com/feeds/501807808673635712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8590316797711798159&amp;postID=501807808673635712' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8590316797711798159/posts/default/501807808673635712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8590316797711798159/posts/default/501807808673635712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mayonakanocarboy.blogspot.com/2009/04/butterfly-fly-away.html' title='butterfly fly away'/><author><name>koresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15381355270223210137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1ASs-q6pUTI/S04qZZn5WzI/AAAAAAAAAGw/kaMXUVSoaWM/S220/omo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8590316797711798159.post-5634557303608695353</id><published>2009-04-21T22:56:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T23:12:42.497+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dull days'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>So, say my name again</title><content type='html'>CARISA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I SURVIVED BEING UNDER DHEA'S SUPERVISION&lt;br /&gt;Well not supervision more like protection but nevermind that. I discovered a lot of dhea's habits.&lt;br /&gt;She always says 'what?', she crouches when she colours or draws, she has to make her eyes extremely wide when reading something, she likes to pick on farah A LOT, she's very hard to wake up, she believes she has to 'kumpulin nyawa' first before she wakes up, she brushes her teeth before breakfast, when she and farah is late to school they eat in the car, she gets sick if she drinks milk in the car, she likes to pick on farah a lot and for some reason she always wins and.&lt;br /&gt;She is quite lazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dhea if you're reading this you should be happy for I notice you a lot making me a good friend.&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cut my fringe.&lt;br /&gt;It makes my hair neater, I think, well less messy, and I think I just said the same thing but with a different wording&lt;br /&gt;I am not bothered to study.&lt;br /&gt;IGCSEs start on the 12th of may. No, I did not start proper revision yet.&lt;br /&gt;I got a new white vaio?&lt;br /&gt;It's like MD's but white and bigger disk space and stuff. It's cool :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carisa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I annoyed by madu and I do not want to associate with her anymore&lt;br /&gt;well I wish I could&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This entry is pointless.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8590316797711798159-5634557303608695353?l=mayonakanocarboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mayonakanocarboy.blogspot.com/feeds/5634557303608695353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8590316797711798159&amp;postID=5634557303608695353' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8590316797711798159/posts/default/5634557303608695353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8590316797711798159/posts/default/5634557303608695353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mayonakanocarboy.blogspot.com/2009/04/so-say-my-name-again.html' title='So, say my name again'/><author><name>koresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15381355270223210137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1ASs-q6pUTI/S04qZZn5WzI/AAAAAAAAAGw/kaMXUVSoaWM/S220/omo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8590316797711798159.post-8964730191193836229</id><published>2009-04-14T00:53:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T01:06:00.956+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='study'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='exams'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='other associations'/><title type='text'>and so.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'i hate how you dissapear, I really do.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;says she. well i don't know who she or what she.&lt;br /&gt;she's a she.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;random.&lt;br /&gt;anyway since thursday I was dropped off at the musthofa residence to stay at for my art exams, which happened to turn out very fine, for the first question at least. another question to go and I am in need of better preparation. but seriously i feel so lazy, all i've done with dhea are maths papers. (my parents are away to umrah.)&lt;br /&gt;and that's only a quarter of the amount of homework i actually have.&lt;br /&gt;IGCSEs start on may the 12? and ends at june 12 too if i'm not mistaken, but for me it will end on the 10th of june, since i dont take accounting nor chemistry, har har.&lt;br /&gt;might as well be celebrating cania's 15th.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so so far i have only been doing homework, slacking, webcamming and playing restaurant city on facebook and gaiaonline, which i started playing AGES AGO and i freakin mean&lt;br /&gt;AGES&lt;br /&gt;i used to be such a freak. and now its just coming back to me.&lt;br /&gt;if i was at home right now but alone i would be playing gaia ever so frequently and i'll be putting my graphics tablet to good use because apparently its just left there on the table, collecting dust.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and might you know that cleaning dust is hard.&lt;br /&gt;and you should also know that typing on dhea's new laptop is extremely comfortable and nice enabling me to type so quickly.&lt;br /&gt;moving on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am slowly learning the way of the musthofas. it seems more lightweight because dhea has no certain chores to do with le tini, while at home i am always the one to do work..&lt;br /&gt;perhaps there's the difference. and it feels like i actually live in the compound, only without the other awesome people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i would tell you that we had talent show and green guitar, where green guitar was better, but i'll do that when i bother, because really all i want to tell you guys is where i am right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'not like you who leaves no trace.'&lt;/span&gt; says she, again&lt;br /&gt;and i don't know, who that she is.&lt;br /&gt;may you not ask&lt;br /&gt;its 1:05 AM.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8590316797711798159-8964730191193836229?l=mayonakanocarboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mayonakanocarboy.blogspot.com/feeds/8964730191193836229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8590316797711798159&amp;postID=8964730191193836229' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8590316797711798159/posts/default/8964730191193836229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8590316797711798159/posts/default/8964730191193836229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mayonakanocarboy.blogspot.com/2009/04/and-so.html' title='and so.'/><author><name>koresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15381355270223210137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1ASs-q6pUTI/S04qZZn5WzI/AAAAAAAAAGw/kaMXUVSoaWM/S220/omo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8590316797711798159.post-3372400624763919339</id><published>2009-03-26T22:38:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T23:08:22.066+03:00</updated><title type='text'>breath is stifled, stifled stifled</title><content type='html'>This entry may be an entry 2 weeks after IA expedition ended, in which I don't bother detailing the details. So you may now about P.E. Moderation on saturday because I do believe the entry would be shorter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Saturday, 21 March 2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke early and made myself milo and ate noodles which my mom made without me having to ask, beg or even think about what to eat for breakfast. I then hurried to bathe and change and I left for school&lt;br /&gt;where the first 2 people I saw were Alina and Lavinia; we went to the side of the main office where people were and then we got our moderating numbers and I was number 32. More people from the history trip joined us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AKIS HERE WE COME AGAIN&lt;br /&gt;Once we arrived our first destination were the toilets where others had businesses. There were long ones and short ones. After that was done we hurried on to the field where I drank my ISOSTAR DRINK and it reminded me of POCARI SWEAT but LEMON&lt;br /&gt;And for some reason it triggered my bladder so I ran back to the toilet where Indra was chasing me so I sprinted to the entrance to the building because you know how I hate him.&lt;br /&gt;12 minute cooper run started. Alina got 7.5 laps while Areej got 6.5, total would be 15 laps and Areej be 14? I dont know, but i know that Alina got a 7/10 for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SHES MY INSPIRATION&lt;br /&gt;then we all went inside the sports hall where we waited AGES for circuit training testing so I mingled with Indrahan and speculated the yr 10 males playing volley with Kazwini.&lt;br /&gt;The yr 10 males are quite fit for cheniouni guy got 9/10 in cooper and siddiq(?) dude got like 8/10 i think. AND THAT IS GOOD.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway time passes and it was time for me to circuitise and seriously it was hardwork. At some point I just went completely tired and out of breath but I kept on going knowing that I refuse to get a low mark in this course&lt;br /&gt;So I did. And after it finished I did a mighty cool down and went to the toilet and then mingled with people. And I also watched the 2nd round of circuit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;Random parts of this moderation would be:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- There was this Pinoy fun day at AKIS for they were beach cleaning which is very random&lt;br /&gt;- Me, Alina, Deema n Yassal were intentionally going to the minimarket but instead Deema somehow managed to persuade the pinoy p.e. teacher guy by singing pinoy song and they were like smiling so yeah. We managed to eat free food and get free water. Wot&lt;br /&gt;- Me Alina Lavinia and Deema playing badminton continuously&lt;br /&gt;- Rami being Lavinia's 'push ups' model for Analysis of Performance&lt;br /&gt;- Farhan telling me that he is gonna die sooner for he is diabetic&lt;br /&gt;- QIS blue shirts freakin stink&lt;br /&gt;- Mr Firth being at AKIS earlier than us lot&lt;br /&gt;- Indra doing 'ballet' stretches for his warm up&lt;br /&gt;- My favorite skipping rope getting killed by Deema during the circuit.&lt;br /&gt;- Indra being graded 10/10 for badminton&lt;br /&gt;- Lavinia's obsession with headbands&lt;br /&gt;- and so many more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this entry shall end for i need to sleepy bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8590316797711798159-3372400624763919339?l=mayonakanocarboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mayonakanocarboy.blogspot.com/feeds/3372400624763919339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8590316797711798159&amp;postID=3372400624763919339' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8590316797711798159/posts/default/3372400624763919339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8590316797711798159/posts/default/3372400624763919339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mayonakanocarboy.blogspot.com/2009/03/breath-is-stifled-stifled-stifled.html' title='breath is stifled, stifled stifled'/><author><name>koresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15381355270223210137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1ASs-q6pUTI/S04qZZn5WzI/AAAAAAAAAGw/kaMXUVSoaWM/S220/omo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8590316797711798159.post-5237598886988234024</id><published>2009-03-12T00:02:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T00:09:18.284+03:00</updated><title type='text'>I c wut u did thar &amp; am very impressed</title><content type='html'>Quick entry before I sleep, today at like afternoon time I will be off to my International Award expedition where apparently I will live in the desert for 2 nights and 3 days.&lt;br /&gt;Wish health and survival because you never know what happens if by chance we get &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;lost.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i126.photobucket.com/albums/p99/lady_kyouta/purplesan.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hasnt properly introduced you guys to &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Purple`san&lt;/span&gt; my iPod.&lt;br /&gt;its almost 3 weeks old :'D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;TAA&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/8590316797711798159-5237598886988234024?l=mayonakanocarboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mayonakanocarboy.blogspot.com/feeds/5237598886988234024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8590316797711798159&amp;postID=5237598886988234024' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8590316797711798159/posts/default/5237598886988234024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8590316797711798159/posts/default/5237598886988234024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mayonakanocarboy.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-c-wut-u-did-thar-am-very-impressed.html' title='I c wut u did thar &amp; am very impressed'/><author><name>koresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15381355270223210137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1ASs-q6pUTI/S04qZZn5WzI/AAAAAAAAAGw/kaMXUVSoaWM/S220/omo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8590316797711798159.post-5338294380106532618</id><published>2009-03-10T21:49:00.004+03:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T22:30:56.545+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Caged Bird</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A free bird leaps &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;on the back of the wind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yesterday we had a &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;WAL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;KA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;TH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;ON&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and that made my legs pain afterwards, which is not very good because at the end of this week I am going to go on an International Award expedition = more walking&lt;br /&gt;but nonetheless the company I had while walking was &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;perfect.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;his wings are clipped and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;his feet are tied.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;so he opens his throat to sing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First I was with Lavinia Shazreen and Nasuha then afterwards I stated that I wanted to mingle with Syania and all the indoliens so I left them and we said our goodbyes.&lt;br /&gt;After the struggles of bustling through people, we both met up with HAMZAH&lt;br /&gt;and then we caught up to FAJAR and Dhe3 was about too. So basically it was the 5 of us in a group but that ended in the middle as Syania n Dhe3 were in a deep conversation.&lt;br /&gt;I was behind them with Fajar and Hamzah ans we talked about random stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How Fajar made us as &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;scientific compounds&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How Hamzah had 3 bottles of water in his freakin bag&lt;br /&gt;and How Fajar kept commenting about Matar's obsession and how he was quite annoyed at it.&lt;br /&gt;also how I kept laughing as a form of reply.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon we met up with other indoliens and we were near eachother, we constantly mingled&lt;br /&gt;then at some point we caught up with Umar and he went beside Fajar while Hamzah dissapeared I was still beside the 2. The only girl, yes&lt;br /&gt;then Fajar called his &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;'dad'&lt;/span&gt; and he came by to ask fajar to carry him&lt;br /&gt;POSSIBLE MUCH&lt;br /&gt;then he walked and talked with us.&lt;br /&gt;we went into the compounds convo once more, where I was officially Carbon and Fajar was Flouride Aluminium, random stuff it was.&lt;br /&gt;Then suddenly there was friendship happenings in which at some point Adam went away to confront the other and I confronted the other and in the end they confronted eachother.&lt;br /&gt;Case solved? :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I am a really bad convo starter, I went from person to person to randomly butt in their convos (well the indoliens at least) from Dhe3&amp;amp;Dhia to Andin to Dhea to Hikmah to Hamzah, etc&lt;br /&gt;Arrived at school in almost the exact group some of us left with and we went onto the field and ate pizza.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very poopy day, and after that there were the auditions for QIS GOT TALENT&lt;br /&gt;I scurried to the hall and spotted Lavinia looking for me, where we looked for her electric guitar and went to comment about Hamza's perf, which was awesome&lt;br /&gt;and there was also this year 8 girl who NAILED SHAKIRA'S SONG it was so &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;awesome&lt;/span&gt; her voice was awesome.&lt;br /&gt;Then other people auditioned and blah, I insisted on doing it that day so &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;sorry Lavinia for making your mom wait D:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Didn't go as well as I thought it would because I had to use Bonnar's guitar and the strings were too spiky for my fingers so I failed in PLUCKING, Lavinia's playing was great-er.&lt;br /&gt;after I finished I hurried out with cania to see mom not present so I argumentised with Farhan who kept blabbing about age and height and guitar skills, how gay.&lt;br /&gt;Danial dude came to get his sister and he was reunited with arif and farhan and for no reason I thot Danial dude be related to arif.&lt;br /&gt;but no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I better blog tomorrow or else :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The caged bird sings&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;... of things unknown, but longed for still&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;his tune is heard, on the distant hill.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;for the caged bird&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sings of freedom.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8590316797711798159-5338294380106532618?l=mayonakanocarboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mayonakanocarboy.blogspot.com/feeds/5338294380106532618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8590316797711798159&amp;postID=5338294380106532618' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8590316797711798159/posts/default/5338294380106532618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8590316797711798159/posts/default/5338294380106532618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mayonakanocarboy.blogspot.com/2009/03/caged-bird.html' title='Caged Bird'/><author><name>koresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15381355270223210137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1ASs-q6pUTI/S04qZZn5WzI/AAAAAAAAAGw/kaMXUVSoaWM/S220/omo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8590316797711798159.post-259063180181780444</id><published>2009-02-27T23:03:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2009-02-27T23:46:34.768+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='study'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='awsomeness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='after school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school blues'/><title type='text'>Does your name rhyme with mine</title><content type='html'>I said I would blog on Thursday but I didn't blog on Thursday so best I blog now before the news become old&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tuesday&lt;/span&gt; I had a GCSE PE mock moderation at AKIS, and well it was fun with the new environment. They had a larger sports hall, an awesome running track and the grass field in the middle was so green and wide *__*&lt;br /&gt;The differences range so widely with QIS because like in our humble school, we would have to push the basketball hoops to place while in AKIS you just have to push a button and it appears atop the ceiling; since I was so noob and didn't know such technology existed, I actually recorded the whole thing&lt;br /&gt;The moderation started with Fitness, that means circuit training for me though I really wanted to try continuous on the awesome track. Circuit training is officially TIRING and the teacher from AKIS left to talk to someone at some point in the process which made us do more situps in more than 30 seconds and seriously, 30 seconds is already dreadful if you are expected to continuously do sit ups. Not a problem for Remi I guess, since she does like 35 situps in 30 seconds but anyway.&lt;br /&gt;After that we all had a break and went to the AKIS TUCKSHOP&lt;br /&gt;and its larger than QIS's also. But they had like chocolate brownie cakes or something and arabic bread than subways, I just got myself juice and I think it was 3 riyals.&lt;br /&gt;I met &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Fajria, Finka&lt;/span&gt; and I saw other Indos and I saw a lot people with the 'hair', to think there was only one guy in QIS who actually had that hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that I speculated volleyball. INTENSE AWESOME and a random AKIS girl told me to take care of a ball that she liked. She be nice&lt;br /&gt;Then it was badminton, where I admired the smashes :0&lt;br /&gt;then I did rounders under the BLAZING sun, everyone got a tan and I sucked once again because my batting skills be lame, REALLY need to practice on that.&lt;br /&gt;Afterwards it was time to go back to the bus, where the girls sat at the back and the guys sat in front, and Bonnar was basically taking amusing pictures with this Vinn guy who was sleeping in front of him. THE WHOLE BUS LAUGHED&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Landed in QIS at around 1:20. I went straight to photography club where I met Matar and Hamzah where they said the next topic was DOUBLE and I instantly thought of Umzah but they're like, NOT CLOSE twins.&lt;br /&gt;I didn't accomplish in taking any pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Wednesday&lt;/span&gt; after school was thought to be auditions for Green Guitar, in which me and Lavinia decided on singing Priscilla Ahn's The 'Boot' Song.&lt;br /&gt;We isolated ourselves from the year 8s and people in the demountable one and the people in the girls break area and went to the..... primary.&lt;br /&gt;THIS YEAR 2 KID kept going up to me and strummed the guitar too many times :')&lt;br /&gt;Just before twooklok we went to the girls break area and I returned Bonnar's capo and me and Lavinia auditioned the 'boot' song in front of Majd&lt;br /&gt;Now Green Guitar is basically BANDS not DUETS can you imagine battle of the duets.&lt;br /&gt;And we're like, a duet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NOT a band.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Et tu sil vous plait combien cetait extra hohihohiho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol if we were by chance banded that'll be like awkward but cool, but. but.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IGCSEs are like 9 freaking weeks away and I'm slacking like the arse I am. I am afraid, Everything is ending, every goodbye is nearing, every separation to be made&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8590316797711798159-259063180181780444?l=mayonakanocarboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mayonakanocarboy.blogspot.com/feeds/259063180181780444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8590316797711798159&amp;postID=259063180181780444' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8590316797711798159/posts/default/259063180181780444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8590316797711798159/posts/default/259063180181780444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mayonakanocarboy.blogspot.com/2009/02/does-your-name-rhyme-with-mine.html' title='Does your name rhyme with mine'/><author><name>koresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15381355270223210137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1ASs-q6pUTI/S04qZZn5WzI/AAAAAAAAAGw/kaMXUVSoaWM/S220/omo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8590316797711798159.post-3432998797397989521</id><published>2009-02-25T07:59:00.004+03:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T18:42:50.119+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='study'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dull days'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='awsomeness'/><title type='text'>And I know youre bugged</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;IM TYPING THIS IN SCHOOL&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;My midterm break ended 2 days ago, it felt too short but it was quite fun and I've just got my blogging muse today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Friday &lt;/strong&gt;there was this dukhan thing where the mothers went to visit other mothers with newborn babies which was quite dull, but I met new friends at Dukhan, Nabila and Dian&lt;/div&gt;We ate and played in the playground and watched youtube, then the parents decided to take us to 'FILM CITY' which was what I thought, to be a big building with lots of movie premieres in it but it turns out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;IT WAS A SORT OF WASTELAND PLACE&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;but not as bad because people said it was the place where The Transformers did their shooting in Qatar, we'll never know&lt;/div&gt;The place was really sandy with huts that were made from piled up rocks and I thought they were cool. Me Andin Nisa and Cania took random pictures and at some point acted out Romeo and Juliet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Next we went to this place with old like buildings and rooms and things and we went up the stairs and stuff, basically we explored the place and went up stairs WITH NO SIDE HANDLES, that freaked me out and nisa kept saying piess on you Italian man who went to malta ACCENT&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was funny.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The day ended with us at Tante Wina's where we prayed and admired the HUMONGOUS computer monitor, where we looked up the meanings of our names.&lt;/div&gt;Gay but interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Saturday&lt;/span&gt; ...what did I do on saturday.. AH YES I ditched Kaifa because I wasn't bothered and I had to get ready for the study group at 1. It was at mc donald's again, but turns out two unwanted people came, Indra and Marc, my face went literally WHAT THEE went they were sitting on the table&lt;br /&gt;so yeah basically because of them we did not have any productive work except for when Hani and Marc explained to me about Venn Diagrams 'cause gosh, I forgot their purpose&lt;br /&gt;and then we talked and babbled at Marc's obsession of disney stars and selena gomez, it's creepy&lt;br /&gt;At like 5 I went to Lavinia's with Shaz and Hanis anf there them 3 babbled about Malacca and I was playing the guitar&lt;br /&gt;I went home at around 7:30 ish? Forgot.&lt;br /&gt;It wasn't a very productive day :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sunday&lt;/span&gt; I went to the compound at like 11-ish and met up with the kompon ppl in the clubhouse, turns out all of em had their laptops and salmaniye was jammin with Umar's electric guitar. It was quite friendly atmosphere.&lt;br /&gt;And then after zhuhur Me matar nisa and cania went to Syania's house and whilst the 2 year ten-ers do their hw and conduct productive work, me and syania played Nameless&lt;br /&gt;Where fajar suggested we make new characters and surprisingly our character names were connected&lt;br /&gt;Fajar is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;.Guardian Angel.&lt;/span&gt; while&lt;br /&gt;Syania is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Devil Protector&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Vigilant Being.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Angel, devil, human being..&lt;br /&gt;And I was a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Monk&lt;/span&gt;, Syania be a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Crusader &lt;/span&gt;and I think Fajar be a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Knight&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;We played till 4:30 then we went outside to mingle and Fajar suggested badminton and I thought that it would epic fail fue to the windy weather, turns out it was. Fajar and Syania played and I became their NET.&lt;br /&gt;Cania nisa and hamzah be mingle and khalid salmaniye iwan be playing footy, and the ball kept being targetted on me, good thing I has good reaction time &lt;s&gt;*not&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then at maghrib we parted and I went back to Syania's where we laughed so hard about HUUSKONENEN and random things.&lt;br /&gt;I went home at around.. 8.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Busy busy midterm break, but fun filled I guess :)&lt;br /&gt;I be blag again tomorrow, well I better&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8590316797711798159-3432998797397989521?l=mayonakanocarboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mayonakanocarboy.blogspot.com/feeds/3432998797397989521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8590316797711798159&amp;postID=3432998797397989521' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8590316797711798159/posts/default/3432998797397989521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8590316797711798159/posts/default/3432998797397989521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mayonakanocarboy.blogspot.com/2009/02/and-i-know-youre-bugged.html' title='And I know youre bugged'/><author><name>koresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15381355270223210137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1ASs-q6pUTI/S04qZZn5WzI/AAAAAAAAAGw/kaMXUVSoaWM/S220/omo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8590316797711798159.post-1124100411767455352</id><published>2009-02-20T21:44:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T22:51:55.208+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='U'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='awsomeness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='after school'/><title type='text'>You're the new classic</title><content type='html'>I HASNT BLOGGED SINCE THE 10TH, HAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The past week was a busy, decent week with a few nice things popping up in between&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sunday&lt;/span&gt; there was IA meeting where we had MAP ASSESSMENT and I thought Hussein was just kidding, turns out it was true. Easy peasy with help from Lavinia.&lt;br /&gt;They gave out the flowers today too in the occasion of valentine's, I didn't give any out, but received from Andin and Marc and afterwards when I went home, my mom told me to dispose of it as she thinks it to be celebrating valentines, which isn't noted in Islam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Monday&lt;/span&gt; I started asking people for my cards because as Andin says, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;MY BIRTHDAY'S EXPIRED&lt;/span&gt; and turns out Phillie forgot to bring hers, I really need to remind her again and got back Adam's.. wait Lavinia didn't even give hers yet :0&lt;br /&gt;There were like 3 leftover tuna subways and Osama told me and Remi to take 'em for free. I ended up eating it at home for lunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tuesday&lt;/span&gt; I had football instead of basketball and GOD I suck so bad, but I haven't played in a long time so what the heck. I really need to repractice coordination and aiming because funny stoy, I was right in front of the goal with no one in front of me and I kicked and it went out instead, HAHA&lt;br /&gt;After school I mingled with Matar and Hamzah and my God at that point I just realised how naturally hilarious the boy is. AMUSING. Then me and matar had some surprising events at praying time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Wednesday&lt;/span&gt; I felt really sleepy and decided to go mental; ended up laughing too much. The Gold merit winners were supposed to watch a movie but me and Lavinia DID NOT go, due to the scheduled GCSE PE fitness tests but turns out it was cancelled due to the primary sports day. Blekh. And I was looking forward to it, I ATE ONLY A BANANA FOR BREAKFAST&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I ate subway. It was good. And heck for once, ALL THE SUBWAYS WERE SOLD OUT. I was proud.&lt;br /&gt;After school I stayed looking for Lavinia, that girl dissapears too much. I basically went around and about then stayed put in DEMOUNTABLE 1, with Hanis and shaz. Then Lavinia came and we mingled. Then Hamzah was like a lost puppy and told me to bring his keyboard.&lt;br /&gt;It was mighty heavy.&lt;br /&gt;At home I watched Another Cinderella Story. SELENA GOMEZ is so pretty pretty pretty, and I liked the soundtrack, I downloaded it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Thursday&lt;/span&gt; I spent the day at home till 5, where I decided to go to villagio with matar, thinking that cania would stay put and sleep and not join but turns out she did. I played &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Nameless RO&lt;/span&gt;, I basically slacked off, it was fun. I bought this nice top from Pull and Bear woot. We spent most of out time at Virgin, around the Magazines place, IT WAS PUNNY&lt;br /&gt;But ew, Selena and Nick Jonas? BLAH&lt;br /&gt;Then we went to H&amp;amp;M later on, it was amusing, we took many random clothes that we will never wear and took pictures like the gays we are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOW TIME FOR ME TO ENJOY MY MIDTERM BREAK&lt;br /&gt;I'll blog again tomorrow, till then. over and out&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8590316797711798159-1124100411767455352?l=mayonakanocarboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mayonakanocarboy.blogspot.com/feeds/1124100411767455352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8590316797711798159&amp;postID=1124100411767455352' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8590316797711798159/posts/default/1124100411767455352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8590316797711798159/posts/default/1124100411767455352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mayonakanocarboy.blogspot.com/2009/02/youre-new-classic.html' title='You&apos;re the new classic'/><author><name>koresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15381355270223210137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1ASs-q6pUTI/S04qZZn5WzI/AAAAAAAAAGw/kaMXUVSoaWM/S220/omo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8590316797711798159.post-7918561517708591842</id><published>2009-02-10T21:45:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T22:14:51.291+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='study'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='awsomeness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='after school'/><title type='text'>Right now is up to us</title><content type='html'>School pictures today. I guess mine turned out ok? Individual pics always suck. The class picture was pretty though (: Everyone looked surprisingly happy and LOLWUT I STOOD UP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parents options evening thing just now, where I finally decided to take &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Art&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Maths&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ICT&lt;/span&gt; even though I know that I'd probably have loads of ICT coursework thingies but oh well. I should be prepared. 4th option be either English Language, Physics or Biology, just need to justify which, most probably be English? The textbook looked horribly hard though. o.o"&lt;br /&gt;The past convos with my dad were about options and futuristic woozles which is sorta making me focus more on my straight C mock grades, turning them to B grades at the end and I'm expecting that, but I'm a lazy arse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd really like to not think so much about what I'm going to do in the future because I like thinking about the present and how it would last.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to Remi's yesterday btw, and it was fun :)&lt;br /&gt;We had a japanese-ish lunch and we also tried yukatas. Then we took random pictures of soranbushi poses with sunlight rays. We also looked at Remi's Japan school yearbook and wow&lt;br /&gt;ITS SO JAPANESE&lt;br /&gt;We also looked through Japanese Pop Magazines.&lt;br /&gt;HER HOUSE IS AWESOME&lt;br /&gt;Actually, almost all about yesterday was awesome.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8590316797711798159-7918561517708591842?l=mayonakanocarboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mayonakanocarboy.blogspot.com/feeds/7918561517708591842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8590316797711798159&amp;postID=7918561517708591842' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8590316797711798159/posts/default/7918561517708591842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8590316797711798159/posts/default/7918561517708591842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mayonakanocarboy.blogspot.com/2009/02/right-now-is-up-to-us.html' title='Right now is up to us'/><author><name>koresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15381355270223210137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1ASs-q6pUTI/S04qZZn5WzI/AAAAAAAAAGw/kaMXUVSoaWM/S220/omo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8590316797711798159.post-2071177388883517799</id><published>2009-02-05T23:26:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T23:34:19.663+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='awsomeness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday'/><title type='text'>Are we steppin' new ground</title><content type='html'>WHOAH,&lt;br /&gt;Today was awesome, I guess it turned sweeter than I'd imagined because like I recieved surprises and presents and greetings that I has unexpected and things getting along with eachother&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thank all my awesome friends who hath allowed this day to be sweet.&lt;br /&gt;Even the word &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;thank you&lt;/span&gt; is not enough, there should be another word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;H&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;N&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;K&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;U&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;G&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;U&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;S :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'll probably tell all about it soon that is, once I bother TEEHEE&lt;br /&gt;Hello 16&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8590316797711798159-2071177388883517799?l=mayonakanocarboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mayonakanocarboy.blogspot.com/feeds/2071177388883517799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8590316797711798159&amp;postID=2071177388883517799' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8590316797711798159/posts/default/2071177388883517799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8590316797711798159/posts/default/2071177388883517799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mayonakanocarboy.blogspot.com/2009/02/are-we-steppin-new-ground.html' title='Are we steppin&apos; new ground'/><author><name>koresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15381355270223210137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1ASs-q6pUTI/S04qZZn5WzI/AAAAAAAAAGw/kaMXUVSoaWM/S220/omo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8590316797711798159.post-4598139003860935728</id><published>2009-02-04T22:39:00.004+03:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T23:34:47.167+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='literature kills'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='memories'/><title type='text'>It ends tonight</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;My last day of being 15 oh joy,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt like I didn't use this age properly to an extent that I could enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;16 is a big age, yes it is and I'll probably say the same when I turn 17 next year and 18 the year after next year&lt;br /&gt;And before you know it I would be 20 and an adult. I guess we'll never have the ability to control time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16 means more responsibilities and more logical thinking and basically more of everything&lt;br /&gt;especially if you're the eldest sister in the position of your parents wanting you to behave and be a good girl, in which I think is not a hard thing to do&lt;br /&gt;It's just my laziness and my self motivation that's in the way and the thought of wanting to stay &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;kidmortal&lt;/span&gt; where long hours on the computer meant no disadvantage to your school work.&lt;br /&gt;I'm supposed to continue my poetry essay that is due on sunday but I never bother to continue at home&lt;br /&gt;And at school I always end up only writing about 20-30 words when the expected is a 100,&lt;br /&gt;as I prefer chittering about with my seatmate and my back seatmates in B11 or look out the window and watch the cars and the sky and the zigzag buildings in the distance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made some &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;resolutions&lt;/span&gt; of me having to change back when I was 14 going on 15 and I guess I didn't achieve half of it, lets hope I can this year where I expect A MAGICAL MIRACLE that can make me taller (HAH DREAM ON) I'll probably end up not achieving it either and create the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;exact same&lt;/span&gt; resolutions the next time my birthday comes ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Either way, I bid farewell to 15 and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;welcome 16&lt;/span&gt;. Clock tells me I only have 55 minutes left. I'm staying up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you God for giving me the chance to live this long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BY THE WAY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i126.photobucket.com/albums/p99/lady_kyouta/Ahn.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;She's my current music, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Priscilla Ahn&lt;/span&gt;, and my God her vocals are so perfect and she plays multi instruments and she's half korean and she can play the kazoo, do listen to her songs if you have time EEE SHE IS AWESOME in my &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;opinionnion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All thanks to Lavinia for telling me to listen to her :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now, clock tells me I have 36 minutes left. Wait no, 34 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;Time to go to LJ *zooms*&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/8590316797711798159-4598139003860935728?l=mayonakanocarboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mayonakanocarboy.blogspot.com/feeds/4598139003860935728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8590316797711798159&amp;postID=4598139003860935728' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8590316797711798159/posts/default/4598139003860935728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8590316797711798159/posts/default/4598139003860935728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mayonakanocarboy.blogspot.com/2009/02/it-ends-tonight.html' title='It ends tonight'/><author><name>koresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15381355270223210137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1ASs-q6pUTI/S04qZZn5WzI/AAAAAAAAAGw/kaMXUVSoaWM/S220/omo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8590316797711798159.post-7774755987885700784</id><published>2009-02-03T19:11:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T19:18:11.073+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>Biopause</title><content type='html'>IM SUPPOSED TO BE BIOLOGY HW BUT BUT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i126.photobucket.com/albums/p99/lady_kyouta/iEmma/EMMA.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i126.photobucket.com/albums/p99/lady_kyouta/iEmma/EMMA2.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EMMAAAAAAAA :))))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8590316797711798159-7774755987885700784?l=mayonakanocarboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mayonakanocarboy.blogspot.com/feeds/7774755987885700784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8590316797711798159&amp;postID=7774755987885700784' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8590316797711798159/posts/default/7774755987885700784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8590316797711798159/posts/default/7774755987885700784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mayonakanocarboy.blogspot.com/2009/02/biopause.html' title='Biopause'/><author><name>koresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15381355270223210137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1ASs-q6pUTI/S04qZZn5WzI/AAAAAAAAAGw/kaMXUVSoaWM/S220/omo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i126.photobucket.com/albums/p99/lady_kyouta/iEmma/th_EMMA.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8590316797711798159.post-5926001497244662258</id><published>2009-02-03T15:36:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T16:15:47.234+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dull days'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='awsomeness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='exams'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school blues'/><title type='text'>I'm sorry, but</title><content type='html'>3rd of February.&lt;br /&gt;Countdown is 2 days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MOCK RESULTS this week. I'm gonna tell you guys that I got a C for math, a C for ICT, a D for geography, a D for long course GCSE PE (Though I got a B for my theory paper)&lt;br /&gt;What's left to know is English, Physics, Biology. No, no As.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah I'm that lazy when it comes to exams, I hardly revise properly, nor do I have the motivation to do so because I'm just lazy. I used to be so competitive in grade 7 esp. in physics and math but ever since I moved to this country I liked to slack off esp. in year 10 because in year 9 I was a geek and vowed to do anything for merits.&lt;br /&gt;Moving on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;International Day today was sorta dull but almost all the Indos were wearing Batik of the same colour so I guess that was cool (: We didn't get to do a full group picture though&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Exploration of the Antariksa flat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i126.photobucket.com/albums/p99/lady_kyouta/iPictures/levitation.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My floating printer on top of a cutting board&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i126.photobucket.com/albums/p99/lady_kyouta/iPictures/farhan.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YE GADS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;K off to be lazy once more hip hip, hooray&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8590316797711798159-5926001497244662258?l=mayonakanocarboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mayonakanocarboy.blogspot.com/feeds/5926001497244662258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8590316797711798159&amp;postID=5926001497244662258' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8590316797711798159/posts/default/5926001497244662258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8590316797711798159/posts/default/5926001497244662258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mayonakanocarboy.blogspot.com/2009/02/im-sorry-but.html' title='I&apos;m sorry, but'/><author><name>koresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15381355270223210137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1ASs-q6pUTI/S04qZZn5WzI/AAAAAAAAAGw/kaMXUVSoaWM/S220/omo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i126.photobucket.com/albums/p99/lady_kyouta/iPictures/th_levitation.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8590316797711798159.post-5059916452949601826</id><published>2009-01-30T23:21:00.005+03:00</published><updated>2009-01-31T09:07:13.389+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='awsomeness'/><title type='text'>You will</title><content type='html'>Today was a good friday even though its going to end in a couple of minutes since I just got home from a whole day of being with &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;dinda, dhe3, tresa and indira + some of the compound girls&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ruckus started at around 10 or something where I landed in dinda's house for singing practice for this 'support gaza' day we are going to have on the 14th of february approx. 2 weeks from now I presume&lt;br /&gt;And well we sang and I got the part where I have to actually sing a high and almost 'screaming' line, I guess it's &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;sorta cool&lt;/span&gt;, I also got to learn how to play a few other songs on the guitar because of how much I fail at playing it i had to ask dinda to teach me and even indira (8 and I played &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;La la land&lt;/span&gt; under dhe3's demand.&lt;br /&gt;Basically there's going to be 2 songs for the event, one a bit mellow and one's like sort of CATCHY? or upbeat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the others left I stayed there till around 8 in the evening&lt;br /&gt;and till that time, we talked about LOADS that includes music, people and friends in indonesia and how dhe3 plans to go &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;balikpapan&lt;/span&gt; I WANT TO COME with her!&lt;br /&gt;I have to see my old friends again if i have to beg my parents to because I so miss them ):&lt;br /&gt;Then we talked about our school teachers IT WAS HILARIOUS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dinda: sir I dont understand&lt;br /&gt;teacher: You will.&lt;br /&gt;dinda: sir I still don't understand!&lt;br /&gt;teacher: .. YOU WILL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;leen: sir who does bully in this school?&lt;br /&gt;carver: well I used to be bullied in school because I was smart and they did all kinds of things to me, they even hid my teddybear!&lt;br /&gt;others including cania: sir you had a teddy bear?&lt;br /&gt;carver: yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we ate dinner and we told more stories + we also went on the internet to look at chords and facebooked and showed each other videos&lt;br /&gt;And at 8 we went to WISMA, there was this 'thing' welcoming the students of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Global Jaya&lt;/span&gt;, a prestigious school in Jakarta if I'm not mistaken, and we made friends with about 6 students from there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Their names were &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Evan, Alisa/Alyssa, Irwan/Irfan whatever his name was, Jonathan, Dylan and Harumi&lt;/span&gt; and gosh were they &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;friendly&lt;/span&gt;, they made me stop jumping to bad impressions&lt;br /&gt;We talked most to Evan and Alisa/Alyssa and they were very talkative and Evan was pure funny though I didn't hear most of the conversations they had due to me paying attention to the band&lt;br /&gt;But he does great imitations and how he jokes about the Jonathan guy having a mental age of 30 when he's actually 17&lt;br /&gt;And thinks that Alisa/Alyssa's hobby is to expose her thighs&lt;br /&gt;BAHAH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Evan is also a photographic interester and babbled about the lens and his 4228546 cameras and how he has this &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Leica&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3 Alpha cameras&lt;/span&gt; HE WAS SO KNOWLEDGEABLE&lt;br /&gt;The Dylan guy looked like &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Afgan&lt;/span&gt; so I thought it was him but it turns out it was just a very good look alike. The 5 conversed except for Harumi who slept&lt;br /&gt;The thing ended at 11 and I went home with dinda dhe3 and indira, before that we shook hands with the 6 students saying things like 'nice meeting you' and we took last pictures&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;My pure fun friday (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8590316797711798159-5059916452949601826?l=mayonakanocarboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mayonakanocarboy.blogspot.com/feeds/5059916452949601826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8590316797711798159&amp;postID=5059916452949601826' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8590316797711798159/posts/default/5059916452949601826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8590316797711798159/posts/default/5059916452949601826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mayonakanocarboy.blogspot.com/2009/01/you-will.html' title='You will'/><author><name>koresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15381355270223210137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1ASs-q6pUTI/S04qZZn5WzI/AAAAAAAAAGw/kaMXUVSoaWM/S220/omo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8590316797711798159.post-1908257749358759360</id><published>2009-01-27T22:37:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T22:44:19.604+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='study'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='U'/><title type='text'>Data Protection Act</title><content type='html'>o1. Data should be obtained fairly&lt;br /&gt;o2. Data should be relevant&lt;br /&gt;o3. Data should be accurate and up to date&lt;br /&gt;o4. Data should be held for specified and lawful purposes&lt;br /&gt;o5. Data shouldn't be kept for a long period of time&lt;br /&gt;o6. Data shouldn't be distributed outside the EU unless it has similar laws to DPA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;o7. Data should be processed according to rights&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;o8. Appropriate safety measures must be taken to prevent unauthorised access&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have problems in remembering the last two but hope I'll be able to write them down for ICT tomorrow for a quiz because now I have to sleep, Good Night guys and u and u as well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8590316797711798159-1908257749358759360?l=mayonakanocarboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mayonakanocarboy.blogspot.com/feeds/1908257749358759360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8590316797711798159&amp;postID=1908257749358759360' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8590316797711798159/posts/default/1908257749358759360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8590316797711798159/posts/default/1908257749358759360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mayonakanocarboy.blogspot.com/2009/01/data-protection-act.html' title='Data Protection Act'/><author><name>koresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15381355270223210137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1ASs-q6pUTI/S04qZZn5WzI/AAAAAAAAAGw/kaMXUVSoaWM/S220/omo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8590316797711798159.post-6840876419030094940</id><published>2009-01-26T16:31:00.005+03:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T17:11:15.169+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sucky times'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='memories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school blues'/><title type='text'>I will stay the same</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Today was such a black and white day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought I'd be so cheerful like my usual days but I guess today was just a very drainy day&lt;br /&gt;I felt like something ate my energy and my storage of smiley faces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got angry at Dhea several times in ICT (well I usually mock her but for some reason its different) because of Spreadsheet work and to top it all off, Johnson had to tell us how he felt towards the ICT Mocks and how we did in it. He was disappointed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ITS JUST MOCKS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;English was a rather fun lesson with Mr Eyre leading us through this erotic love poem called 'To His Coy Mistress' and him ALWAYS referencing back to TWILIGHT because he thinks the whole movie is rubbish, I may agree at some parts. And he always adds up this 'rawr' thing that he thinks them vampires do which is quite funny.&lt;br /&gt;In between brainbreaks, Me and filzardbwal talked about the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;eroticity&lt;/span&gt; of the poem and twilight and nigahiga's great re-enaction of twilight which always makes me laugh hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'ITS TIME.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night at around 8:20 My friend Lia went online since 'twas 12 noon in America. Turns out she was &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yahoo messengering&lt;/span&gt; with My old pals Diadra and Mega from Balikpapan&lt;br /&gt;So I thought WHY NOT JOIN. I logged on my YM and was invited to a group chat.&lt;br /&gt;One went CARISAAA and then we joked around and told stories and asked about how one's doing and blah. We also got into this habit of asking if one has a 'boyfriend' or not HAHA&lt;br /&gt;We hardly EVER chat like this because of the huge time differences in Indonesia, Qatar and America so I guess today was a lucky day, My Indo friends had a holiday. If I had a webcam we could've webcammed ): And as usual we ALWAYS &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;sign off&lt;/span&gt;, by saying MULU&lt;br /&gt;which basically means &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Miss U Love U&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As started by Lia.&lt;br /&gt;It was like I never left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It's been almost 3 years now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8590316797711798159-6840876419030094940?l=mayonakanocarboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mayonakanocarboy.blogspot.com/feeds/6840876419030094940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8590316797711798159&amp;postID=6840876419030094940' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8590316797711798159/posts/default/6840876419030094940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8590316797711798159/posts/default/6840876419030094940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mayonakanocarboy.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-will-stay-same.html' title='I will stay the same'/><author><name>koresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15381355270223210137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1ASs-q6pUTI/S04qZZn5WzI/AAAAAAAAAGw/kaMXUVSoaWM/S220/omo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8590316797711798159.post-8036818710225448490</id><published>2009-01-24T16:03:00.006+03:00</published><updated>2009-01-24T17:28:36.812+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='awsomeness'/><title type='text'>'cause nothing else is real</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Thursday, 22nd January 2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i126.photobucket.com/albums/p99/lady_kyouta/iPictures/writeo.png" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FAIL!editing, I tried to make the colours cartoony :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up at like 8:20, I was planning to wake up early but heck no, my mom woke me up and I got myself breakfast.&lt;br /&gt;I think I went around 10:30 to CC where me and andin n others planned to watch &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;Bedtime Stories&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;(well I was the one who wanted to) and I basically waited in front of the cinema for them 2 Indonesian aliens. There was this random arab guy who was wondering about in front of the cinema too then I basically put on this 'face' I always put in front of strangers and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ignored&lt;/span&gt; him completely.&lt;br /&gt;THE ALIENS CAME TO ABDUCT ME AT 11&lt;br /&gt;We bought the tickets than scurried off to Maxx. Maxx has quite a reputation of having sorts of clothing. Dhea went for the skirts and I went to look about and Andin was looking for a pink sweater.&lt;br /&gt;We took pictures in the fitting room because WE R SOGE and then Hikmah came and Dhea sang so loud God she's so norak-niye I told her to shush.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remi was then &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;finally&lt;/span&gt; contacted and she arrived just in time for the movie. Turns out she silented her phone since Wednesday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE MOVIE WAS GOOD. RECOMMEND. RING RING RIIIIIIIIIING&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that we sholated and we took pictures by the giordano poster models because we had nothing to do plus CC was rather not busy, we went and tried to pose like them apples and yeah.&lt;br /&gt;Quite fail. :'D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to splash. And then our hunger came and we ate AL TAZAJ FAKIEH.&lt;br /&gt;You know how good we are. We helped our Gaza brothers and sisters. We refused to eat KFC or any of the American fastfood sort. That's a thumbs up for us. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Friday, 23rd January 2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10 o'clock I went to the compound to mourn Nisa's granddad,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;May he rest in peace.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well basically since it rained we went outside and took pictures because of Qatar's rare rain. I wished more had fell D:&lt;br /&gt;Then me Andin Dnf and Nisa went in Dhea's to play &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;b*llsh*t&lt;/span&gt; and WAS IT HILARIOUS I haven't laughed like that this week.&lt;br /&gt;At around 4 we left to Hanis's for the BBQ thing. Cleaned up her BBQ set and opened the meat and gabazools of chicken them 3 malays bought.&lt;br /&gt;Ghabot came and LOL, he ended up being the cook and the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;arang&lt;/span&gt; burner; he was sorta irritated by the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;word&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;marinate&lt;/span&gt; which I think is a new vocab for the guy. Tsk tsk. And I guess that was also the first times the 3 malays heard him speak indo? Tsk tsk again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Indradi came later, after Maghrib-ish. They mostly did nothing except sit and talk and laptoping. Lavinia was fiddling with Andin's canon and I fiddled with it too. After Isya &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;berkumandang&lt;/span&gt; me and the 2 indoliens went up and prayed.&lt;br /&gt;Whilst Dhea prayed me and Andin took pictures and was amazed at Hanis's neon-ish BATHROOM lamp. It's cool but IT CREEPS ME OUT D;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Grudge&lt;/span&gt; under that lamp. BRR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once we finished we ate while karaoke-ing and then after that Adi and Ghabot went gay (literally) and people went high except us civilised ones who went back to the karaoke area soon after, you know who you guys are :)&lt;br /&gt;I guess it was a mixture of fun, pure bondage and just a tad wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What can I say, we're 15 and 16.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Around 9 we went back to the compound. There I saw the whole gang except Umar Khalid. We played &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Word Challenge!&lt;/span&gt; and then talked and I grabbed Syania's camera to look at the pictures she took, surprisingly Fajar joined along, didn't expect that at all :'D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8590316797711798159-8036818710225448490?l=mayonakanocarboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mayonakanocarboy.blogspot.com/feeds/8036818710225448490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8590316797711798159&amp;postID=8036818710225448490' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8590316797711798159/posts/default/8036818710225448490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8590316797711798159/posts/default/8036818710225448490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mayonakanocarboy.blogspot.com/2009/01/cause-nothing-else-is-real.html' title='&apos;cause nothing else is real'/><author><name>koresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15381355270223210137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1ASs-q6pUTI/S04qZZn5WzI/AAAAAAAAAGw/kaMXUVSoaWM/S220/omo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i126.photobucket.com/albums/p99/lady_kyouta/iPictures/th_writeo.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8590316797711798159.post-6522515995522376547</id><published>2009-01-21T16:40:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T17:06:20.267+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='exams'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='after school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='english is not fun'/><title type='text'>Some may say I need to be afraid</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MOCKS OFFICIALLY ENDED TODAY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;for me at least. I pity those who I call dhea, andin and wanti because hwell&lt;br /&gt;THEY STILL HAVE EXAMS.&lt;br /&gt;It's ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;English as a First Language results came out today and damn I got a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;B&lt;/span&gt; which I think I deserve since I thought I didn't do so well in the exam due to the question relating to geographical landforms in this case volcanoes. I predicted a B anyway. I can still retake in May but I feel unbothered, but oh well lets just see. I didn't see yours Andin, but I have a hunch you got an A *jim* Leena got an A.&lt;br /&gt;I need to get a B for lit. I WANNA BE A B&lt;br /&gt;Math Paper 4 was a mean paper but I guess it was a fair one if I just had more practice. Now I know, I utterly suck. The only easy question in the whole paper was Question 1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;WELL THATS A WEIGHT OFF MY SHOULDERS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow I'm not going to school because I finished my mocks yay I can sleep till 9 in the morning. Or 8. I'll watch tv. Or strum me instrument.&lt;br /&gt;I hope operation CC goes underway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Photography club&lt;/span&gt; was quite fun yesterday :)&lt;br /&gt;Matar n Hamzah joined and I didn't really notice what pictures they took because I hopped along with Dhia because I always hop with her in Phot. club. The club extended to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;TWENTY FIVE&lt;/span&gt; students, so yay, some other people on the mighty waiting list can join.&lt;br /&gt;Me, Ifa and Dhia went about the school to take them pictures and I suggested we go to the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Maths Store room&lt;/span&gt; 'cause heck, SHAPES EVERYWHERE *well sort of&lt;br /&gt;There were cones n prisms and plastic blocks n a clock and hell loads of math books. We took pictures of them shapes and then we also went and took pictures for ourselves because the maths store room has such &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;cool things&lt;/span&gt;. The pictures turned out satisfying and everyone was happy then we went outside. Am I not a good &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Spotter&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;We three then attempted to take pictures of the football people but fail. Then me and Dhia went inside the HALL&lt;br /&gt;Because I just remembered that they leave the chairs for tomorrow. It was empty. So me and dhia took more pics. They turned out nice too. Then Jozali came in with his friend - very random.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Next week I can stay for Music club, yey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8590316797711798159-6522515995522376547?l=mayonakanocarboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mayonakanocarboy.blogspot.com/feeds/6522515995522376547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8590316797711798159&amp;postID=6522515995522376547' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8590316797711798159/posts/default/6522515995522376547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8590316797711798159/posts/default/6522515995522376547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mayonakanocarboy.blogspot.com/2009/01/some-may-say-i-need-to-be-afraid.html' title='Some may say I need to be afraid'/><author><name>koresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15381355270223210137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1ASs-q6pUTI/S04qZZn5WzI/AAAAAAAAAGw/kaMXUVSoaWM/S220/omo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8590316797711798159.post-2741873628407134907</id><published>2009-01-17T18:48:00.005+03:00</published><updated>2009-01-17T21:29:59.471+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pictures galore'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='study'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dull days'/><title type='text'>Biology smology</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;DESPISE&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BIOLOGY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing can get in.&lt;br /&gt;I've been taking notes I mean notes are supposed to work why aren't the notes working WHY&lt;br /&gt;N TOMORROW'S PAPER 6&lt;br /&gt;I hate paper 6.&lt;br /&gt;I hate suggesting how to improve experiments and how to consider other factors and how to make results more accurate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I DONT CARE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'M NOT GOING TO END UP BEING AN EXPERIMENTALIST.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mocks restart again tomorrow and whilst you Keystage 3-ers and Year 10s and Keystage 5-ers are in class I BE OUTSIDE for break time at 9:15 and will have revision time till 12:45&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i126.photobucket.com/albums/p99/lady_kyouta/iPictures/meandatank.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOOK ITS ME AND A TANK ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Proper post on wednesday or not tomorrow.&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/8590316797711798159-2741873628407134907?l=mayonakanocarboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mayonakanocarboy.blogspot.com/feeds/2741873628407134907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8590316797711798159&amp;postID=2741873628407134907' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8590316797711798159/posts/default/2741873628407134907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8590316797711798159/posts/default/2741873628407134907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mayonakanocarboy.blogspot.com/2009/01/biology-smology.html' title='Biology smology'/><author><name>koresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15381355270223210137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1ASs-q6pUTI/S04qZZn5WzI/AAAAAAAAAGw/kaMXUVSoaWM/S220/omo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i126.photobucket.com/albums/p99/lady_kyouta/iPictures/th_meandatank.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8590316797711798159.post-1549625683815229703</id><published>2009-01-15T16:54:00.004+03:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T18:16:59.698+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='study'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='awsomeness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='exams'/><title type='text'>You're a trainwreck</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MOCKS OFFICIALLY STARTED ON 14TH JANUARY, WEDNESDAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where it started with GCSE PE which was such an &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;easy paper I grinned&lt;/span&gt; so wide after I finished and felt like flying about in the clouds but sadly I couldn't because I&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; don't have wings&lt;/span&gt; + I had a Physics paper to do next.&lt;br /&gt;I then RAN TO THE TOI to let out my toi. \'o'/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then me and Lavinia and Hani sat in an area of SUN because the day was so cold we needed heat. Dhea and Hikmah sat next to us and Dhea was &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;quite confused&lt;/span&gt; at the amount of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Physics terms&lt;/span&gt; me and Lavinia blurted out. It's ok Dhea, I don't understand your Accounting nor Business Studies &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;language&lt;/span&gt; either.&lt;br /&gt;Moments later we were entered and I did the paper. It was an ok paper I guess.&lt;br /&gt;Afterwards I asked Iwan what the answer to this Barometer question was and turns out I got it WRONG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- 1 mark D;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At home I FREAKED OUT because I was to do THREE EXAMS the next day which became a very crucial point for me considering I DID NOT study ICT in the awesomely long holiday the teachers provided us. I literally &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;wailed like a baby&lt;/span&gt; and kept &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;bashing my head&lt;/span&gt; into my pillow and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;my teddys&lt;/span&gt; at home.&lt;br /&gt;I felt&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; bad&lt;/span&gt; for them.&lt;br /&gt;I was desperate for some math help but my dad was away so I went to do some ICT notes. Helped calm my level of insanity. Then I reviewed stuff and dad came back and he explained to me the questions on the paper but I was DOZING OFF when he was explaining the question so I gave up and SLEPT at 9:30 ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I planned to wake myself up at 4 to do more ICT notes but &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;my korean alarm &lt;/span&gt;saying wake up wake up did not help in anyway and I slept again till subuh.&lt;br /&gt;After subuh I then turned the computer and did some quick notes. At school I brisk walked to Lavinia who I saw WASNT WEARING her jumper and I'm like SHES STICK-EYER than me why isn't she wearing the freaking jumper. Turns out her jumper was &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;wet&lt;/span&gt;. Sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exams started with &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Math&lt;/span&gt; which was surprisingly an ok paper, there was like 20 minutes left on the clock so I went back to the 4 mark question I missed on purpose because I refused to do a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;triangular vector geometry&lt;/span&gt; question.&lt;br /&gt;In break time most of us went to the bathroom to study &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ICT&lt;/span&gt; and freak out once more. Bell rang and we entered and my God that was such an &lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://downloads.bbc.co.uk/schools/gcsebitesize/ict/mocks/ict_higher_questions.pdf"&gt;UGLY ICT&lt;/a&gt; paper I almost refused to do it. I saw it off GCSE bitesize. FAIL ICT TEACHERS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Out I went for 10 minutes, hastily grabbing possible geography notes and then we went in&lt;br /&gt;And I realised one thing today.&lt;br /&gt;There are more people who took Bus. Studies than &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Geography&lt;/span&gt;. Not that of a shocker though since people tend to go more on the Businessy side.&lt;br /&gt;Finished at 12:50. MY RIGHT HAND FELT LIKE it was about to be &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;amputated&lt;/span&gt;. 6 modules. 2 hours. NOT ENOUGH. Iwan was stupid enough to do the Section B questions. I wanted to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;slap&lt;/span&gt; him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that was an account of my first 2 days of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;mocking&lt;/span&gt; which some of you will be experiencing once you enter this dreadful year. Well not that dreadful just that it makes you &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;sound old.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MY CLASS PICTURE was on tuesday, at around 7:30 in the morning where my hair wasn't frizzy yet and people were still commenting on my &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;cut fringe&lt;/span&gt;. I actually stood up in the picture this time. In my 2 years of QIS history, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I stood up&lt;/span&gt; in a class picture; I clapped about with Hanis after that. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I STOOD UP IN A CLASS PICTURE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it'll turn out decent. The lady touched my fringe again.&lt;br /&gt;My &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;last year&lt;/span&gt; of wearing the light blue shirt ._.&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately none of the year 11s were in the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Prefect picture&lt;/span&gt;. I had a hunch they took it during our first mock exam. Shame. Oh well there's still next year.&lt;br /&gt;Aand.. after school was &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;photography club.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;I want to be in the yearbook committee. The yearbook last year had such a bad cover D;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8590316797711798159-1549625683815229703?l=mayonakanocarboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mayonakanocarboy.blogspot.com/feeds/1549625683815229703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8590316797711798159&amp;postID=1549625683815229703' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8590316797711798159/posts/default/1549625683815229703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8590316797711798159/posts/default/1549625683815229703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mayonakanocarboy.blogspot.com/2009/01/youre-trainwreck.html' title='You&apos;re a trainwreck'/><author><name>koresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15381355270223210137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1ASs-q6pUTI/S04qZZn5WzI/AAAAAAAAAGw/kaMXUVSoaWM/S220/omo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8590316797711798159.post-904852909715981461</id><published>2009-01-11T16:46:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T16:50:43.754+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='awsomeness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='video; comedy'/><title type='text'>SURE TO MAKE YOU LAUGHS</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/1LdhB3UctdU&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/1LdhB3UctdU&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA HEECHUL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;IGNORE the end part, its just a random preview of the next episode of the show :'D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8590316797711798159-904852909715981461?l=mayonakanocarboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mayonakanocarboy.blogspot.com/feeds/904852909715981461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8590316797711798159&amp;postID=904852909715981461' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8590316797711798159/posts/default/904852909715981461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8590316797711798159/posts/default/904852909715981461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mayonakanocarboy.blogspot.com/2009/01/sure-to-make-you-laughs.html' title='SURE TO MAKE YOU LAUGHS'/><author><name>koresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15381355270223210137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1ASs-q6pUTI/S04qZZn5WzI/AAAAAAAAAGw/kaMXUVSoaWM/S220/omo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8590316797711798159.post-7605079840954824376</id><published>2009-01-10T11:50:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2009-01-10T14:14:30.256+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pictures galore'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='study'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='awsomeness'/><title type='text'>The ink that used to play</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;FRENCHY GUY WONT BE AT THE COURTS NO MORE&lt;br /&gt;GAEL MONFILS LOST&lt;br /&gt;FRENCHY WONT BE THERE TO ROOT NO MORE. BYE D;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Semifinal tennis yesterday. Murray against Federer and at the start of the match I already had the feeling Federer would lose and turns out he did. I think he got stung by the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Let's lose NADAL&lt;/span&gt; bug.&lt;br /&gt;It's Andy vs Andy today. I have the feeling Murray will win this match also, if not losing due to his back problem yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;SOME INTENSE TENNIS RITE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i126.photobucket.com/albums/p99/lady_kyouta/iPictures/studygroup.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;study group&lt;/span&gt; yesterday at Mc Donald's Markhiya, close to Lavinia's and before, Jasmine's ):&lt;br /&gt;There was me, Lavinia, Andin, Shaz, Nasuha, Hanish and Hani and basically we all did was &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Math past papers&lt;/span&gt; because some of us get confused by the questions. Esp. Paper 4.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HANI WAS LIKE A MATH WIZ&lt;br /&gt;SHE KNEW how to almost do &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;all the freaking questions&lt;/span&gt; on the freaking paper and so I felt really stupid in front of her. HIEK&lt;br /&gt;She even remembered Inverse proportion and Direct proportion. I don't even remember that. I forgot I actually learnt it.&lt;br /&gt;BUT I wont fail. I wont wont wont. Anyway we then ate ice cream and Shaz and Nasuha bought Dunkin so we were pigging out also. Mc Donald's became the perfect place for study + it wasn't crowded either :D&lt;br /&gt;I went home earlier than any of them due to wanting to watch tennis. TEEHEE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Felt like I missed out on a lot of stuff though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8590316797711798159-7605079840954824376?l=mayonakanocarboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mayonakanocarboy.blogspot.com/feeds/7605079840954824376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8590316797711798159&amp;postID=7605079840954824376' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8590316797711798159/posts/default/7605079840954824376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8590316797711798159/posts/default/7605079840954824376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mayonakanocarboy.blogspot.com/2009/01/ink-that-used-to-play.html' title='The ink that used to play'/><author><name>koresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15381355270223210137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1ASs-q6pUTI/S04qZZn5WzI/AAAAAAAAAGw/kaMXUVSoaWM/S220/omo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i126.photobucket.com/albums/p99/lady_kyouta/iPictures/th_studygroup.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8590316797711798159.post-6421144596598962804</id><published>2009-01-08T23:28:00.005+03:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T00:35:33.171+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='after school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school blues'/><title type='text'>Gee gee gee gee baby baby baby</title><content type='html'>SNSD'S GEE IS ADDICTING MY GOD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mocks&lt;/span&gt; next week. Starts with GCSE PE theory and then Physics Paper 1, yay for multiple choice.&lt;br /&gt;I'm so &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;happy&lt;/span&gt; for my report because Mr Heath decided to go very nice on me and gave me a C for my predicted Physics grade :'D Too nice. I got a D on the recent test and still a pass. No parent shouting! They were quite proud and wants me to turn them Cs to Bs. And hah, my only A in art.&lt;br /&gt;Putting that aside, WISH ME LUCK because mocks is freakin 8 days in which I will be stuck in the intense hall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of intense the tennis matches in yours truly, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Qatar Tennis Federation&lt;/span&gt; is getting ever intense due to the top ranking players participating and the their reputation at stake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NADAL LOST&lt;/span&gt; to a rank 13 player. We won't be seeing him play in the court no more.&lt;br /&gt;I saw this cute frenchy on tv. He was &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;caught&lt;/span&gt; by the camera numerous times. EEE&lt;br /&gt;And of course, he was supporting Nadal's french opponent, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gael Monfils&lt;/span&gt;. Who hurls balls at approx. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;192 km/h.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I are definitely watching the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;semifinals&lt;/span&gt; live tomorrow at the court. Lets hope my mom gets them tickets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I snagged the last spot on the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Photography club&lt;/span&gt;. I'd thought I wouldn't get one but I did. Turns out that Matar, Hamzah and Cania end up on the waiting list. They have school magazine so no problems at all right guys?&lt;br /&gt;Basically at the first meeting we went around school to take pictures of Birds eyeview and snail eyeviews and we wandered about classrooms, sneaking into science labs and lurking about Art rooms. I must say it was quite fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't studied |D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and I'll probably continue typing about NY day 4 tomorrow or not saturday. Trying to cram some study time..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;I owe someone 5 riyals&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8590316797711798159-6421144596598962804?l=mayonakanocarboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mayonakanocarboy.blogspot.com/feeds/6421144596598962804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8590316797711798159&amp;postID=6421144596598962804' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8590316797711798159/posts/default/6421144596598962804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8590316797711798159/posts/default/6421144596598962804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mayonakanocarboy.blogspot.com/2009/01/gee-gee-gee-gee-baby-baby-baby.html' title='Gee gee gee gee baby baby baby'/><author><name>koresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15381355270223210137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1ASs-q6pUTI/S04qZZn5WzI/AAAAAAAAAGw/kaMXUVSoaWM/S220/omo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8590316797711798159.post-5176551171411970428</id><published>2009-01-04T18:29:00.004+03:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T18:53:44.377+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new year; 2009'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='memories'/><title type='text'>I like peaceful melody</title><content type='html'>I'M FINALLY WRITING MY FIRST ENTRY&lt;br /&gt;in the year 2009.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets just say it was &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;awkward&lt;/span&gt; writing 2009 on the top right hand side of my books today when I was writing the date.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway people have been writing 2008 stuff and I probably should follow about because YAY, I don't have proper hw for tomorrow which rocks. I'm supposed to do&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; physics&lt;/span&gt; notes BUT anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So 2008 was basically a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;lame year&lt;/span&gt;, I didn't like it as much like 2007 nor 2006, and if I may say, I liked my 2006 year the most because I never knew it would be my last year wearing Indonesian SMP uniform and actually learning with the same friends I've had since preschool. So me staying in Indonesia would've meant me seeing the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;same&lt;/span&gt; people again each and every year. But turns out I was moved here where I saw new faces but nevermind that, 2006 WASNT LAST YEAR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Early 2008;&lt;/span&gt; Spent my new year in Indonesia, with my awesome cousins. I was active in Livejournal a lot, might say I was obsessed that if I didn't open it in a day. I focused on my year 10 studies and was still major fail in Biology, achieving only C grades. Physics on the other hand was at an unsteady mark run.&lt;br /&gt;I had long hair. I still used to go about the school with Matar a lot. I think Andin came in the middle of January? Yeah she was a newbie. I hated my school picture.&lt;br /&gt;There was Robotics competition and I got SICK before that, and just before the day of the competition, I recovered and was able to attend. We had a LOT of stressing out moments. Esp me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Halfway into 2008;&lt;/span&gt; Honestly, I don't remember much but I think there were a lot of work to be done and I think I started hating and regretting ever doing English Literature because it turned to be a pain in the behind. I started being dosed into Korean Fandom. I became lazy. And taking care of the primary days were near to over. And I never knew it would be the last times us 5 would do it together.&lt;br /&gt;Summer holidays! It was sorta dull, I had to finish Crucible. I stayed at my cousins house and watched horror stories. We also went out together after a long time. It was memorable. I got a hair cut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;End of 2008;&lt;/span&gt; Livejournal became abandoned. I started Year 11. Got appointed as Prefect (which I never meant to apply for purposefully) and studies just became too fast. I became noticable of somethings that changed in the period of 2 years. Me and Andin had a new fandom. I had more hw. Still lazy.&lt;br /&gt;Ended the year with a BBQ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a long entry. Anyway hope I change this year, meaning I focus on my studies, achieve awesome grades in IGCSE and be able to be in Year 12 next year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;My almost 3 years in Qatar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8590316797711798159-5176551171411970428?l=mayonakanocarboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mayonakanocarboy.blogspot.com/feeds/5176551171411970428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8590316797711798159&amp;postID=5176551171411970428' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8590316797711798159/posts/default/5176551171411970428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8590316797711798159/posts/default/5176551171411970428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mayonakanocarboy.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-like-peaceful-melody.html' title='I like peaceful melody'/><author><name>koresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15381355270223210137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1ASs-q6pUTI/S04qZZn5WzI/AAAAAAAAAGw/kaMXUVSoaWM/S220/omo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8590316797711798159.post-7864401675596096381</id><published>2008-12-25T21:31:00.005+03:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T00:44:57.305+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school trip: USA'/><title type='text'>No matter where life takes us</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BEWARE, THIS ENTRY IS LONGER THAN DAY 2. Appeciate if you read it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sunday, 7th december 2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Third day. I &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;forgot&lt;/span&gt; how I woke up but I remember that I was the one who woke up first again? Anyway we got ready and this time we were &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;miraculously&lt;/span&gt; NOT LATE but well I thought we were but turns out that the group was &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;still&lt;/span&gt; in the lobby. We roomates were &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;panicking for nothing&lt;/span&gt;. Me, lily, marsya, ard and sis took pictures of the hotel and its lobby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon after we went on the bus, destination &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Empire State Building&lt;/span&gt;. We arrived nearby, took a little walk and reached the entrance. IT LOOKED.. official-ish. We then lined up for our tickets but since BOB was the one who bought them tickets for about 53 people, we got through the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;fast pass&lt;/span&gt; and entered the elevator a lot quicker. I &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;recorded&lt;/span&gt; the amount of floors we went through as we went up. THE AIR PRESSURE KILLS D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;reached&lt;/span&gt; the top and went out to see the view, the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;weather&lt;/span&gt; was FREEZING. It was like being on the ferry to Libery Island again. Except WORSE. I regret not wearing my &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;scarf&lt;/span&gt;. Me and Ardinny took &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;pictures&lt;/span&gt; (well we forced ourselves to) and we went around to see the upper sights. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Not much&lt;/span&gt; of an amazement. Then I got &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;inspired&lt;/span&gt; by the wind so we took those SOK MODEL PHOTOS HAHA. Soon after we went down with Ms Sabbagh and the Lily crew + Sarah Rahman to the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;gift shop&lt;/span&gt;. SO MANY NY THINGS. I regret not buying more &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;keychains&lt;/span&gt;. Next time I'm on a trip, my &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;priority&lt;/span&gt; would be KEYCHAINS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I bought a few things includng &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;magnets&lt;/span&gt; for my mom then paid (MY CASHIER PERSON WAS JAPANESE) and then we went to the photo section were we could get our photos. It took a LONG time to get them &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;reprinted&lt;/span&gt; and wtf, the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;price&lt;/span&gt; was more expensive. RIP OFF&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went down and I told Leena about it. Then she said it was a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ripoff&lt;/span&gt;. Hayat agreed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next destination was &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NBC STUDIOS&lt;/span&gt; (not MBC fyi) NBC is a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;national news&lt;/span&gt; channel in America and knowned to be quite famous. I think they air the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Heroes&lt;/span&gt; series and lots of those &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;drama&lt;/span&gt; series too. Before our tour time, teachers allowed us to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;wander&lt;/span&gt; about for about an hour because nearby there were &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;shopping areas&lt;/span&gt; and an ice rink. It was pretty &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;crowded&lt;/span&gt;. I grouped up with Filza, Leena and Ard, and we walked around. I loved the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;sights&lt;/span&gt;. We entered a few shops including an art museum shop, an expensive clothes shop and lol we even &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;crossed our borderlines &lt;/span&gt;(where we shouldn't go far at) to see the AMERICAN GIRL STORE. In the end we didnt enter it. Me and Filz then took random pics at the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;phonebooth&lt;/span&gt;. We went back to our area and visited the shops on the street where they sell these &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;photographs &lt;/span&gt;of the names of streets and obamas and other randoms. Filza got herself a Name banner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and Ard took pics on the&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; steps&lt;/span&gt; (: The place was surrounded by green and red flags and there was a HUGE &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;xmas tree&lt;/span&gt;. 10 minutes before our meeting back in front of the NBC studio, we 4 decided to return early. There, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;random Americans&lt;/span&gt; asked me or Ardinny to take &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;pictures&lt;/span&gt; of them with the HUGE tree (since it was in front of us.) They asked us very &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;nicely&lt;/span&gt; :'D&lt;br /&gt;Then soon after we huddled up with Ms Andrews who apparently was talking about &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mia and childbirth&lt;/span&gt; (Deema's favorite topic) and I just listened. Then this random dude in a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Spongebob&lt;/span&gt; costume came and Ms wanted us to be in a picture with him. Once we went near the dude and was ready to take the picture, this &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;security guard&lt;/span&gt; came and SHOOED him off. Well it was basically illegal, since the Spongebob dude would ask for payment afterwards. I felt &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;embarrassed&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon we went in for our tour. NO PHOTOGRAPHY. The place was &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;copyrighted&lt;/span&gt;. Bummer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went in various places including the place where they show their &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Saturday Night Live&lt;/span&gt; show and others which I don't remember. I was kinda hoping to see a random &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;actress or actor&lt;/span&gt; but turns out we didnt :p We also went in the place where the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;newscaster&lt;/span&gt; actually CASTED THE NEWS and we saw the person, live, behind the glass and she was in front of the camera. We also went up and down SO MANY FLOORS, gawd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We then went in this room where 2 of us could try and be a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;pretend&lt;/span&gt; newscaster and weatherman (in this case weathergirl.) &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hayat&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nagham&lt;/span&gt; volunteered and it was HILLARIOUS esp Hayat because she's like that. FAIL!WEATHERGIRL. Nagham looked quite professional. We also took pictures in front of the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NBC desk&lt;/span&gt;. (We had to pay for that picture of course.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After we finished we quickly went down (Damn we didn't get to shop in the gift shop :/) and then went to eat lunch at another &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;pizza&lt;/span&gt; restaurant where we ate ANOTHER GINORMOUS pizza, enough to make us all full.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next was &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Central Park&lt;/span&gt;. BOB decided to bring us to the place where &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Home Alone 1 or 2 or 3&lt;/span&gt;? was shot; the scene where the kid saw that &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;old lady with the birds&lt;/span&gt;. We went through the awesome park. IT WAS AWESOME. The sky looked &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;fake, &lt;/span&gt;the roads were so &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;park-like&lt;/span&gt; and there were lots of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;statues&lt;/span&gt;. And it looked so forest-like. I&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; loved&lt;/span&gt; it. We walked through it and took pictures and group pictures. Then we walked to the nearby art museum, where at the entrance we saw the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;random bloody man&lt;/span&gt;, whose nose and forehead was bleeding after he fell. I felt pity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went inside and the teachers told us to be in groups again. This time I was with my &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;roomates &lt;/span&gt;Hager, Nouran and Ard. We went to the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Egyptian&lt;/span&gt; side first (well the Zakarias are egyptian) and looked at the tombs, fake mummies and the writings. I &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;wished&lt;/span&gt; I knew what they meant. SO INTERESTING&lt;br /&gt;We then walked about and then we went to the bathroom. We waited quite long there because of someone's &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;business&lt;/span&gt;. We then explored further.&lt;br /&gt;We reached the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Greek&lt;/span&gt; side soon after then I saw these &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;art students&lt;/span&gt; who were doing an observational study of the Greek &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;statues&lt;/span&gt;. Including the naked ones. They looked so professional, I kinda envied. I sorta wished I could be like that someday. (BUT NOT DRAWING STATUES OR HUMANS kthx) I also saw a few &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;photography&lt;/span&gt; students, taking pictures of parts of the faces and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that we explored the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;African&lt;/span&gt; side where I met up with Dhoha and Leena, then we returned back in a big group and started to head out. The &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;blood stains&lt;/span&gt; of the random guy were gone. And the sad thing was, the ambulance &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;just arrived&lt;/span&gt; when we went out. And that's like after an hour. We then went on the bus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This next destination was our &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;free time&lt;/span&gt;, we had about 1 hour and 45 minutes to wander about. Most of the boys went to NIKE CITY, in which I didn't go to. I went to FAO Schwarz instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FAO Schwarz&lt;/span&gt; is a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;toy store&lt;/span&gt; btw. You can get almost any toy in there. Action figures, Harry Potter hats and wands and ties and teddys and barbies. So &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;complete&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and ard entered with Filza, who then joined Lily to look for accessories at another shop. We wandered about and saw these CUTE BEAR EARS &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;headband&lt;/span&gt; but WHATTHE they were expensive. I think it was around 15 or 20 dollars? Not worth it. So we went upstairs and visited the HARPOT section. There were no more &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gryffindor&lt;/span&gt; neck ties D: Bummer. I couldve wore one for &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;House Day&lt;/span&gt;. HAHA. Instead my sister &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;insisted&lt;/span&gt; in buying the Ravenclaw and the Hufflepuff ones. There were also witch hats, robes, even the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sorting Hat&lt;/span&gt;. Cania bought herself 'Tales of Beedle the Bard.' I separated with cania and went to the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ugly Doll&lt;/span&gt; section but srsly the dolls were &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;cute&lt;/span&gt;. I bought one for myself and a few for my friends. Me and Ard then explored further and saw a machine that allowed you to make &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;custom Barbies&lt;/span&gt;. FOR 50 DOLLARS. AS IF&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After payments we went out and MY GOD IT WAS FREEZING. We both RAN to the huge underground and warm &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Apple Ipod&lt;/span&gt; store where there were LOADS OF IPODS and Apples and laptops. We tried to hog a laptop since they provided FREE INTERNET there but me and Ard didn't get to hog one. There were just &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;so many&lt;/span&gt; people. So after &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;listenin&lt;/span&gt;g to random songs on Nanos, we both went up. OUTSIDE BRR but we forced ourselves to go to the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;street shops&lt;/span&gt;. We bought those &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;photographs&lt;/span&gt; of streets and obama poster pictures. Then we quickly &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;went back&lt;/span&gt; in the Apple Ipod store again. And we sat beside Dhoha who was &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;examining&lt;/span&gt; the photographs she bought. Beside her was this &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;dude&lt;/span&gt;. He had the emo hair and the clothes but he &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;didnt&lt;/span&gt; look emo. EEE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;topic&lt;/span&gt; of the night. I wasn't really that &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;fanatic&lt;/span&gt; but most of my table were. Dinner was mostly about him, orenji juzu, and us cackling at Cania's random &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;gestures&lt;/span&gt;. I recorded a lot. Here we ate those &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;small burgers&lt;/span&gt; like in &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Spankys&lt;/span&gt; but this time it was actually &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;beef&lt;/span&gt;. Since Marsya and Ardinny was TRAUMATIC, they ordered the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;vegetarian&lt;/span&gt; menu and got pasta with mushrooms. Later came french fries and chicken fingers too (they were too &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;huge&lt;/span&gt; for fingers :0)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NYC at night. After we got on the bus, BOB decided to take us to a place where we could take pictures of the NYC &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;skyline? cityline?&lt;/span&gt; Nonetheless it was pretty. Only a few of us went out in the cold. Including one of the freaky siamese twins. I would &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;prepare&lt;/span&gt; a post just for them later. I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all the&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; snaps,&lt;/span&gt; I went inside the bus, on the way to the hotel. Inside I went straight to sleep not realising that someone was &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;watching me and Ard&lt;/span&gt; in the seat in front of me. Gah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8590316797711798159-7864401675596096381?l=mayonakanocarboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mayonakanocarboy.blogspot.com/feeds/7864401675596096381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8590316797711798159&amp;postID=7864401675596096381' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8590316797711798159/posts/default/7864401675596096381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8590316797711798159/posts/default/7864401675596096381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mayonakanocarboy.blogspot.com/2008/12/no-matter-where-life-takes-us.html' title='No matter where life takes us'/><author><name>koresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15381355270223210137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1ASs-q6pUTI/S04qZZn5WzI/AAAAAAAAAGw/kaMXUVSoaWM/S220/omo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8590316797711798159.post-3368622555888679808</id><published>2008-12-23T23:46:00.005+03:00</published><updated>2008-12-24T00:10:51.298+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dull days'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lyric addict'/><title type='text'>The case of the sneezes</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;Let down your defenses&lt;br /&gt;Use no common sense&lt;br /&gt;If you look, you will see&lt;br /&gt;That this world is&lt;br /&gt;beautiful, accident,&lt;br /&gt;turbulent, succulent,&lt;br /&gt;opulent, permanent&lt;/blockquote&gt;Updated layout (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am getting re-addicted to Avril's Anything But Ordinary. To think I last liked it in the 5th grade. So long ago :x&lt;br /&gt;Today I woke up at 10. So late. I woke up at 11 yesterday and that was because I tend to sleep at either 1 or 2, yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And guess what, I caught awesome flu symptoms i.e. coughs and super snot. I think I've used 1350724805 tissues today. This sucks so bad, I CANT DRINK PROPER COW MILK. BECAUSE ITS COLD. I'm forced to drink&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;milo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway today wasn't that interesting and all I did was wake up, do chores, bath, then go online. My mom was planning to take me to centre point today but the plan failed due to people coming in to change my curtains. My room looks so spiffy now. I didn't do any homework nor revise. I am so not looking forward to school D;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BECAUSE Ms andrews just HAD to give us notes homework. And you dont know how much that is.&lt;br /&gt;AND BECAUSE Ms edwards HAD to tell us to make geography revision notes of every module. And there is freakin 6. And theyre all so terribly long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If something could come true right now, I'd wish for a longer holiday. Because I have this vision that I'm gonna fail physics.&lt;br /&gt;It's not my fault I'm science fail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1ASs-q6pUTI/SVFTfAhqGNI/AAAAAAAAAA4/GA6_bMTJ_rM/s1600-h/cookie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 225px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1ASs-q6pUTI/SVFTfAhqGNI/AAAAAAAAAA4/GA6_bMTJ_rM/s320/cookie.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283095630064523474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Oye huge cookie ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*goes off*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8590316797711798159-3368622555888679808?l=mayonakanocarboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mayonakanocarboy.blogspot.com/feeds/3368622555888679808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8590316797711798159&amp;postID=3368622555888679808' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8590316797711798159/posts/default/3368622555888679808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8590316797711798159/posts/default/3368622555888679808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mayonakanocarboy.blogspot.com/2008/12/case-of-sneezes.html' title='The case of the sneezes'/><author><name>koresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15381355270223210137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1ASs-q6pUTI/S04qZZn5WzI/AAAAAAAAAGw/kaMXUVSoaWM/S220/omo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1ASs-q6pUTI/SVFTfAhqGNI/AAAAAAAAAA4/GA6_bMTJ_rM/s72-c/cookie.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8590316797711798159.post-3901047745854890886</id><published>2008-12-21T00:00:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2008-12-23T23:18:44.799+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='meme'/><title type='text'>Because someone told me to post.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FULL HOUSE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pick 8 of your friends that you feel comfy with:&lt;br /&gt;1. syania&lt;br /&gt;2. dhea&lt;br /&gt;3. andin&lt;br /&gt;4. fajar&lt;br /&gt;5. hamzah&lt;br /&gt;6. nisa&lt;br /&gt;7. umar&lt;br /&gt;8. iwan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These eight people you just picked are stuck in a house with you for a whole year. There is no leaving the house at all until the year is completely up. If you had to choose a person for every question below, write down which person it would be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; There are four rooms, who would be in each room&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;room 1 &lt;/span&gt;- me&amp;amp;syania&amp;amp;nisa&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;room 2&lt;/span&gt; - dhea&amp;amp;andin&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;room 3 &lt;/span&gt;- fajar&amp;amp;hamzah &lt;- LOL THEYRE SO GONNA FIGHT&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;room 4 &lt;/span&gt;- umar&amp;amp;iwan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;If there was someone singing making your ears bleed in the morning who would it most likely be?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry but it's gotta be Dhea. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; If someone was considered the dad and the mom of the house, who would it be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is so easy DHEA AND IWAN. Wait the mothers can change. Iwan is the ultimate dad *HAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; If you wanted candy really badly and all of the 8 in the house had some, who would you take it from?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uh. Syania or not Hamzah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; If someone had to watch you brush your teeth (every) morning, who would it be?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll tell Andin to do it. Matar would gladly watch also.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Someones caught on the phone all hours of the night, who is it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm guessing either Dhea, Andin, Nisa or even Iwan. EE&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; There was two bags of chips bought at the store, but 20 minutes later they are gone. Who ate them?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dhea and Andin. and Fajar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Someones caught singing in the shower everyday at 2 o clock, who is it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UH. Me. 8D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Who would hate being in the house the most?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UMAR but then he gets used to it. and maybe even IWAN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Someone took (brand spanking new) pair of socks that were never worn, who is the thief?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont know really. I can imagine Hamzah doing it though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Someone swept all the dirt under the rug, who was it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FAJAR. and Syania, because they'll join forces and I'll be there to witness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; If there was arguments in the house, who would be the ones arguing?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;probably syaniafajar, umarhamzah, hamzahfajar, iwanfajar, dheaiwan, meiwan, dheaandin, medhea anything is possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Who would be the one missing their boyfriend/girlfriend that wasn't in the house with them?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DHEA LAH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You walked down stairs in the middle of the night for a glass of water, someone is dancing on the table in their Leopard Thong, who is the crazy one?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok I might just say Hamzah but another candidate that is fully elligible is.. HAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; A pillow fight broke through, who started it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fajar.tsktsk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Theres a marathon of your favorite tv show, what is it? And who would watch it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm. Zack and Cody. Wait no. SHAUN THE SHEEP. EEE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Someone made a fort in the laundry room, who was the kid? [&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; fort = castle? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UH. Its gonna be Fajar. And he ends up doing the laundry too.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;There's a prankster in the house that put plastic on the two toilets in the house, who are the pranksters?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would do that with syania n nisa or fajar but other people would join so it wouldn't be as much as a prank. then later andin n dhea rebel n join forces with iwan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; The musics too loud, who turned it up?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NISA N HER SONGS N DHEA N HER SONGS. and andin's (i'll end up turning the volume up) full of KPOP and the whole house would get annoyed, ey?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Theres a mouse crawling on the floor all over the house, who is the first one to scream? and who is the one to jump in someones arms? Who would be the one to kill it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;scream:- &lt;/span&gt;dhea, me, nisa, andin, hamzah, fajar, syania. umar would have buldging eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;jump in someone's arms:-&lt;/span&gt; after that dhea would jump onto iwan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;kill:-&lt;/span&gt; and umar or iwan would save the day. and fajar ends up throwing it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Someones crying, who is it and what happened?.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm I don't know. I think some of us will cry due school pressure frsrs. and random matters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Who made pancakes in the morning and almost caught the house on fire?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SYANIA? HUEHUEHE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Who gets sick of each other the fastest in the house?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We shall get along for we are happy family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Someones tanning on the roof, who is it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NISA. Because I carried her up there so she'll have tanner feet. *fail&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Who is the tallest in the house?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IWAN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Who is the shortest in the house?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uh. I think I would be the shortest. WAIT NO, DHEA. ATO NISA?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Who is the loudest?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dhea and Me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Who is the clown?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think we could all be clowns. We just need the costume.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Who is the most respectful?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The mom and dad of the house. WAIT NO lets respect eachother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Who is the one you go to talk to the most?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;syania, dhea, andin. and nisa. and hamzah. maybe iwan. and fajar. and umar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Who's in bed first?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Depends. I think it'll be Dhea 8D OR NOT IWAN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;If someone woke the house up with pots and pans, who would it be?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ME N MATAR JOINING FORCES T WAKE UP EARLY. if not, me and andin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Someone has the same sweater as you, do you get mad at them and who is it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andin. but i wont get mad at her. And probably hamzah because he likes my stuff. RYT? I'll go weird faced at him though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You spilt ice all over the floor in the kitchen, who would be the first to slip on it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hamzah aja. Or not nisa. Umar could join after her. And dhea would be taking pictures with syania.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A year is over, who cries when its time to say goodbye?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ME N ANDIN. BYE GUYS D;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8590316797711798159-3901047745854890886?l=mayonakanocarboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mayonakanocarboy.blogspot.com/feeds/3901047745854890886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8590316797711798159&amp;postID=3901047745854890886' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8590316797711798159/posts/default/3901047745854890886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8590316797711798159/posts/default/3901047745854890886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mayonakanocarboy.blogspot.com/2008/12/because-someone-told-me-to-post.html' title='Because someone told me to post.'/><author><name>koresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15381355270223210137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1ASs-q6pUTI/S04qZZn5WzI/AAAAAAAAAGw/kaMXUVSoaWM/S220/omo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8590316797711798159.post-2054388311401984760</id><published>2008-12-19T01:13:00.006+03:00</published><updated>2008-12-19T01:53:38.497+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='awsomeness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='memories'/><title type='text'>Reminiscence.</title><content type='html'>A break from the long entries anyone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Qatar's National Day&lt;/span&gt;-thing and basically I went to the Corniche thrice for that, reasons are due to the Military Parade in the morning, lame water show at 5 and awesome fireworks at 10. I went with Dhe3, fam, and Adra's fam and we walked to the corniche together and had random &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;fun&lt;/span&gt;. We were supposed to meet the kompound kids but we didnt get to as they were approximately across from us. TRAFFIC&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also asked my dad if he still had his really old and first camcorder (the hugeomongous one) and turns out he did, and I rewatched the vids of from when I was a 6 year old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found a cassette which contained a recording of my 2nd grade awards ceremony. I saw my old elementary school friends from back when I was still in the states.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really enjoyed watching it because at that time, whoever friends you had, it didn't matter. I had &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2&lt;/span&gt; close neighbours, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3&lt;/span&gt; really close tablemates, about &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;6&lt;/span&gt; closer friends from my 'Lisa Frank' club and a few &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;others&lt;/span&gt; who were in different classes.&lt;br /&gt;And the ones I remember the most were &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Trevor and Heather&lt;/span&gt;, because I think they were the only ones who actually stayed close with me till the end. We used to walk around and play hockey and swim in Heather's backyard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because I have NO LIFE, I tried to look up a few of them on facebook and it turns out that 4 of them still exist. (HAHA)&lt;br /&gt;Chris was there, Anneliese was, Heather was and so was Maruth my first friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt like adding them but I get the feeling that they'll go WHO TH ? at me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been almost 8 years after all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8590316797711798159-2054388311401984760?l=mayonakanocarboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mayonakanocarboy.blogspot.com/feeds/2054388311401984760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8590316797711798159&amp;postID=2054388311401984760' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8590316797711798159/posts/default/2054388311401984760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8590316797711798159/posts/default/2054388311401984760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mayonakanocarboy.blogspot.com/2008/12/reminiscence.html' title='Reminiscence.'/><author><name>koresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15381355270223210137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1ASs-q6pUTI/S04qZZn5WzI/AAAAAAAAAGw/kaMXUVSoaWM/S220/omo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8590316797711798159.post-7333436050326914172</id><published>2008-12-17T20:57:00.004+03:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T23:11:16.940+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school trip: USA'/><title type='text'>ET TU?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BRACE YOURSELF. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saturday, 6th december 2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I woke up in the morning, put on my praying utensils. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;(EPIC FAIL &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;LYRIC&lt;/span&gt; PARODY)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But srsly, I prayed then stayed up playing my old and trusty GBAdv game, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Winx.&lt;/span&gt; (I know right.) Then suddenly &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nouran woke up&lt;/span&gt; and then the whole room woke up 2 hours before our wake up call. And I found that pretty awesome. (Despite the fact that we were &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;almost late&lt;/span&gt; to the bus)&lt;br /&gt;We took pictures of the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;sunrise&lt;/span&gt; and the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;inhabitants of the room.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Zakarias&lt;/span&gt; were the last to inhabit the bus (&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;My roomates&lt;/span&gt;) so they won the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;'Airhead' award. &lt;/span&gt;The 'Airhead' award is this award that you give to people who does the most &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;stupid and pointless and just plain stupid things&lt;/span&gt; that they deserve an award for it. (Established by &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sir Mark Eyre&lt;/span&gt;.) Apparently my awesome mates were sorta fighting over their mighty &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;hair straightener.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On our way to the Statue of Liberty, there were a lot of sights to see and I took pix. We also listened to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BOB&lt;/span&gt; about the things that we saw and will see. We reached the Liberty port at around 11. There we went through security and stuff and then got on the boat. I'm actually visiting the statue again after 8 years. While I was being sok nostalgic, the horn of the boat suddenly went &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BUOOOOOOOOOOOONG&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I screamed (well almost all th girls did) and startled us all. Me and Ardinny were practically &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;wide buldge-eyed&lt;/span&gt; at that time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We stopped at &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ellis Island&lt;/span&gt; waiting for passengers and at the time we did so, THE WIND BLEW and we were practically &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FREEZING&lt;/span&gt;. Marsya started to wear her gloves and I reached for my scarf and we all jumped and wiggled about. Mr Pemberton joined us so we told him to take a picture of us. Soon after the horn went &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BUOOOOOOOOONG&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but pssh I was &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;used to it&lt;/span&gt; pssh so I didn't pfft get startled. *sparkles*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LIBERTY. We arrived then took random pictures because we have no life. Lily kept blabbing about &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Key&lt;/span&gt; and how she must look good in her pictures. Ok Lily. Then Ardinny had these ideas and we carried out those ideas. We then ran in front of the statue, took pictures with the whole group, then hurried back to the ferry, back to the land of Manhattan. On the way back Maha went &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;hyper&lt;/span&gt; and me and Hayat attempted to put our feet sideways like those ballerinas you see in those ballet tv shows. We bought cookies (and they were so good.) and I shared them with Ardinny then I realised that my sister was looking for me. AW&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We walked through Battery Park and saw the Memorial of the WTC and then we walked around Wall Street, where I really, really &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;felt that I was in NY.&lt;/span&gt; Everything was just so awesome I told Ardinny to take pictures of every interesting thing she sees. We went into Tiffany's co. A few moments later we landed at 'Peking' harbour and went inside the Harbour Mall and ate lunch which was A HUGEMONGOUS SLICE of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;pizza&lt;/span&gt; that it was enough to make me stuffed. Most of us bought the same xcept Marsya who bought Seafood soup. After eating we hurriedly went shopping then rushed out of the mall and went on a bus. Our tourguide this time was &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jorje&lt;/span&gt;, pronounced &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Horhe&lt;/span&gt;, he was &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;spanish&lt;/span&gt; and his english name is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;GEORGE&lt;/span&gt;. He had an espanyola accent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He lead us through a very amusing tour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;'coming to new york, you would expect to see some celebrities. Has any of you seen one?'&lt;br /&gt;'nooo'&lt;br /&gt;'well theres your chance right now! look!'&lt;br /&gt;'WHERE??' (and almost the whole bus stood up from their seats)&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;'It's ELMO!'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'HAAH? HAHAHAHAH' (and the whole bus laughed.)&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We stopped by the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;United Nations&lt;/span&gt; then we reached &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Times Square&lt;/span&gt; where there were LOADS of pretty lights. So pretty. But then I slept because I was &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;jetlagged&lt;/span&gt; and never said &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;bye&lt;/span&gt; to Horhe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up realising that it was time for dinner. We walked through Times Square and half of the group actually managed to not catch up with the front group since there were so many people. In the end we gathered up again. We ate at a place called &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Spankys&lt;/span&gt;. (FYI, there was PORK.)&lt;br /&gt;And we dont eat &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pork&lt;/span&gt;. Cania was THIS close to eating a pork sandwich when Ms Sabbagh quickly ran to our table saying that its Pork. THANK GOD. Ardinny and Marsya became &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;traumatic&lt;/span&gt; afterwards. We goofed around a lot especially with our desserts. Me and Lily babbled about &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SHINee&lt;/span&gt;. We left Spankys and went on to our &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;broadway&lt;/span&gt; show, SPAMMALOT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically SPAMMALOT was a play/parody of the story of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Camelot&lt;/span&gt;. I found it BORING. Only a few parts were funny, though there was this lady who basically cackled throughout the whole play. Seeing that the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;year 9s&lt;/span&gt; in front of me slept, I slept during the start of the 2nd act. I woke up at the middle of act 3 and managed to watch the ending. I clapped. I actually enjoyed the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;music.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Snow fell.&lt;/span&gt; It was so amazing. The first time I saw snow actually fall, apart from the fact that I saw them on the ground a long time ago. This day marked Andin's &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;first day&lt;/span&gt; of seeing snow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We ran to the bus, the show was our last stop? I think there was a part where some went inside the supermarket but I was &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;too sleepy&lt;/span&gt; so I didn't go. I slept in the bus. I woke up knowing it was time to go back in the hotel.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8590316797711798159-7333436050326914172?l=mayonakanocarboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mayonakanocarboy.blogspot.com/feeds/7333436050326914172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8590316797711798159&amp;postID=7333436050326914172' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8590316797711798159/posts/default/7333436050326914172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8590316797711798159/posts/default/7333436050326914172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mayonakanocarboy.blogspot.com/2008/12/et-tu.html' title='ET TU?'/><author><name>koresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15381355270223210137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1ASs-q6pUTI/S04qZZn5WzI/AAAAAAAAAGw/kaMXUVSoaWM/S220/omo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8590316797711798159.post-8238128959643842394</id><published>2008-12-16T23:34:00.004+03:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T23:51:41.741+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sucky times'/><title type='text'>Oh goodbye days</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Did you know&lt;/span&gt; that I like to read&lt;br /&gt;verses more than long, lined&lt;br /&gt;sentences?&lt;br /&gt;Apparently they look more&lt;br /&gt;enjoyable&lt;br /&gt;to read. And this is why&lt;br /&gt;I don't like reading books&lt;br /&gt;that are so wordy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I classified the day&lt;br /&gt;as a day where I would have fun&lt;br /&gt;at a friend's house&lt;br /&gt;but yet at the evening&lt;br /&gt;I realised that I had lost the opportunity&lt;br /&gt;to see a respectable person (for the last time?)&lt;br /&gt;whom I have known for three months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He said to me&lt;br /&gt;that today could be the last day&lt;br /&gt;I'll ever see him again&lt;br /&gt;in the music centre, teaching me&lt;br /&gt;his strumming knowledge.&lt;br /&gt;So I said to him,&lt;br /&gt;'Hey I'll be able to come, on your last day'&lt;br /&gt;and he said&lt;br /&gt;'Sure, I'll wait and if I happen to still be there on that day,&lt;br /&gt;I'll still be able to teach you'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It turns out, my mom&lt;br /&gt;received a call from the receptionist at the music centre today&lt;br /&gt;asking for me&lt;br /&gt;and that he&lt;br /&gt;was waiting there for me to come&lt;br /&gt;and to teach me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you see, I didn't fulfill that promise,&lt;br /&gt;because instead of going to the music centre,&lt;br /&gt;I was at a friend's house having fun.&lt;br /&gt;This may sound weird but&lt;br /&gt;I still have the chance to be taught by him&lt;br /&gt;but yet&lt;br /&gt;I felt ever so bad&lt;br /&gt;that I didnt come today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Last moments&lt;/span&gt; became so valuable to me&lt;br /&gt;ever since I realised&lt;br /&gt;that I had people&lt;br /&gt;who actually bothered for me&lt;br /&gt;like the people I saw&lt;br /&gt;at the airport when I was leaving my home, my city, my memories, my friends&lt;br /&gt;at the age of 13.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8590316797711798159-8238128959643842394?l=mayonakanocarboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mayonakanocarboy.blogspot.com/feeds/8238128959643842394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8590316797711798159&amp;postID=8238128959643842394' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8590316797711798159/posts/default/8238128959643842394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8590316797711798159/posts/default/8238128959643842394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mayonakanocarboy.blogspot.com/2008/12/oh-goodbye-days.html' title='Oh goodbye days'/><author><name>koresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15381355270223210137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1ASs-q6pUTI/S04qZZn5WzI/AAAAAAAAAGw/kaMXUVSoaWM/S220/omo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8590316797711798159.post-8105452321545438662</id><published>2008-12-15T22:24:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T23:03:54.675+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school trip: USA'/><title type='text'>All I wanna do, is be with you</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;OH YEAH.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm back from my NY trip. It was awesome and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;freakin cold&lt;/span&gt;. 'nuff said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually no.&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna tell you every single detail because I'm a good girl and I love my friends so get ready to brace yourself with the amount of entries I will have to write. BOTHER TO READ PRZ? Ready set go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;friday, 5th December 2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up ever so &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;early&lt;/span&gt; and got ready and hopped in the car at precisely 5:10 and went to the airport because apparently my house is quite near and there was no traffic. I &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;arrived&lt;/span&gt; seeing Filza and more of the worried and crying mothers and Marsya and teachers wandering about.&lt;br /&gt;I saw the freaky &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;siamese&lt;/span&gt; twins which I didn't think were freaky yet.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway we got our bow tags things and attached them to our luggages. Before I knew it we were lining up to go in. Me and cania &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;waved goodbye&lt;/span&gt; to my parents; i wasnt gonna see them again till the 14th. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Filza's mom wept&lt;/span&gt; and I was sorta touched. HUWE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inside we checked in and went through the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;hustle and bustle&lt;/span&gt; of the customs and the visa checks and the security checks (where we had to take off our outer clothes a.k.a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;fail!STRIP&lt;/span&gt; and the woman person checked our pants kyaa) HAHA WTH&lt;br /&gt;Inside the gate I took pics and used &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ardinny's camera&lt;/span&gt; for a test run. Sorry andin i'm using that name now. :D Hayat was starting to joke around and that Chris dude kept calling Nagham and I think he has a thing for her, just saying. Soon we headed to boarding the plane. Once we got our tickets, we asked for other ppl's seats and turns out my original seat was with Ms Andrews and this year 12 arab guy. So i sed:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'MEESH were gonna end up switching right?'&lt;br /&gt;'of course we will. I'm going to sit next to mr eyre later, just stay here for a while.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i did. Of course I ended up sitting with Ardinny. and Sarah Rahman. I was in the middle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the middle of our journey while I was happily playin &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Chuzzle &lt;/span&gt;(I GOT UP TO LVL 10 HAHA LAME MUCH) Ardinny's entertainment thing stopped working. Apparently it lagged. So I had to switch with her a few times and I was left bored, listening to cania's ipod and attempted to sleep. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Luay and Camilla&lt;/span&gt; were also joking about and they were sorta making fun of me which I ignored. They were sitting in the same aisle as me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Few hours later (yeah right it was 14 farikin hours) we arrived at &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;JFK int'l airport&lt;/span&gt;. It was so American-ey and I couldnt believe that I was in NY. We went through immigration and me and cania got this dude who had this &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FUNNY ACCENT&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'so youve lived here a long time ago?'&lt;br /&gt;'uhh yes.'&lt;br /&gt;'oh i see, just that her face seems so different from when she was a little girl'&lt;br /&gt;'.. OH HAHA'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cania's visa picture is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;amusing&lt;/span&gt; i tell you. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SHE LOOKS LIKE A MONK&lt;/span&gt;- i'll stop here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After we took our luggages we had to wait for the people who got interviewed for nationality reason which suckorz because we had to wait for an extra hour. I ALREADY WANTED TO FEEL THE bloody cold air of NYC. Which was what I got later on. We got on the bus later and then we drove. We met &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BOB our tourguide&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BOB our bus driver&lt;/span&gt;. (SRSLY) the bus driver was later on called &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BOB no.2&lt;/span&gt;. I took pix in the bus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We drove to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Little Italy and China Town&lt;/span&gt;, where we ate our dinner. It was this place called &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;LA MELA&lt;/span&gt;; it served pasta and wet salad (yuck.) We took more pix and Filza and Leena and Maha kept complaining. Sorta pissd me off though, since we just arrived. Pasta was quite decent and I ate that +coke and FYI, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I havent drank coke in a month.&lt;/span&gt; I guess that law has broken. During eating we got entertainment of 2 musicians singing with their &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;banjo n guitar&lt;/span&gt; which I thought were quite talented. They sang the NY song and wished us a great stay. Afterwards we finished and we went out to the bus but I followed the ppl who wnted to buy &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;sim cards&lt;/span&gt; and took more pix with Ardinny's cam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We reached the hotel at about 9 o'clock. Rooms were divided and I was to be in a room with &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nouran and Hager and Ardinny&lt;/span&gt;. The room was roomy and I loved the mattress. I slept at around 11 after watching &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HPATSS&lt;/span&gt; (sorcerer's stone) What can I say, I'm a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HARPOT freak&lt;/span&gt; :3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that was the first day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8590316797711798159-8105452321545438662?l=mayonakanocarboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mayonakanocarboy.blogspot.com/feeds/8105452321545438662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8590316797711798159&amp;postID=8105452321545438662' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8590316797711798159/posts/default/8105452321545438662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8590316797711798159/posts/default/8105452321545438662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mayonakanocarboy.blogspot.com/2008/12/all-i-wanna-do-is-be-with-you.html' title='All I wanna do, is be with you'/><author><name>koresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15381355270223210137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1ASs-q6pUTI/S04qZZn5WzI/AAAAAAAAAGw/kaMXUVSoaWM/S220/omo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8590316797711798159.post-2162967816087733676</id><published>2008-12-04T23:04:00.004+03:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T23:17:08.754+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='U'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='awsomeness'/><title type='text'>To see you</title><content type='html'>SO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to board the plane to New York in precisely 8-9 hours.&lt;br /&gt;I'll be back on the 14th, as my flight from NYC is on the 13th.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not really that excited yet but maybe once I get there I'll be so psyched,&lt;br /&gt;that I would forget the bitter cold. Hopefully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me n Andin shall take memorable pictures and buy you guys souvenirs. &lt;s&gt;OBAMABOBBLHEDS&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till the next,&lt;br /&gt;Over n out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i126.photobucket.com/albums/p99/lady_kyouta/solong-1.png" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;WILL MISS YOU n U n You GUYS D;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8590316797711798159-2162967816087733676?l=mayonakanocarboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mayonakanocarboy.blogspot.com/feeds/2162967816087733676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8590316797711798159&amp;postID=2162967816087733676' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8590316797711798159/posts/default/2162967816087733676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8590316797711798159/posts/default/2162967816087733676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mayonakanocarboy.blogspot.com/2008/12/to-see-you.html' title='To see you'/><author><name>koresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15381355270223210137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1ASs-q6pUTI/S04qZZn5WzI/AAAAAAAAAGw/kaMXUVSoaWM/S220/omo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8590316797711798159.post-4964421309625351480</id><published>2008-11-26T18:25:00.005+03:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T18:42:17.530+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='art chronicles'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quotes'/><title type='text'>Mr Caddickish</title><content type='html'>The art chronicles in which mr caddick &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;gags.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;sunday, 23rd november 2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;mr caddick:&lt;/span&gt; zena you dont paint it black first!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;zena:&lt;/span&gt; but then what am i supposed to colour it sir? gray?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;mr caddick:&lt;/span&gt; do it in a lighter colour!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;zena:&lt;/span&gt; lighter colour?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;mr caddick:&lt;/span&gt; a lighter colour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;zena:&lt;/span&gt; which lighter colour?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;mr caddick:&lt;/span&gt; THERES AN ECHO IN HERE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;hala:&lt;/span&gt; sir may i go to the bathroom?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;mr caddick:&lt;/span&gt; where?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;hala:&lt;/span&gt; bathroom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;mr caddick:&lt;/span&gt; *ignores*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;hala:&lt;/span&gt; *goes to bathroom*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*lalalala*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;hala:&lt;/span&gt; *back from bathroom*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;mr caddick:&lt;/span&gt; where did you go?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;hala:&lt;/span&gt; bathroom sir!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;zena:&lt;/span&gt; sir she went to the bathroom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;mr caddick:&lt;/span&gt; THERES ANOTHER ECHO IN HERE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;tuesday, 25th november 2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;bwalya:&lt;/span&gt; sir what should I colour this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;mr caddick:&lt;/span&gt; hmmm amamamammm... pink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;bwalya:&lt;/span&gt; what? pink?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;mr caddick:&lt;/span&gt; pink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;bwalya:&lt;/span&gt; PINK?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;mr caddick:&lt;/span&gt; THERES AN ECHO IN HERE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;continued on with the tuc chronicles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;tuesday, 25th november 2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;me:&lt;/span&gt; filza you want some tooc?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;filza:&lt;/span&gt; ooh tak crackers i love these&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;me:&lt;/span&gt; its tooc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;filza:&lt;/span&gt; no its TAK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;me:&lt;/span&gt; TOOC&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;filza:&lt;/span&gt; TAK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;shaz:&lt;/span&gt; carisa you have tak crackers?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;me:&lt;/span&gt; yes. no its tooc crackers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;shaz:&lt;/span&gt; no its tak&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;me:&lt;/span&gt; TOOC&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;shaz:&lt;/span&gt; TAAAK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*btw i pronounce it TOOC n other ppl pronounce it tak.&lt;br /&gt;LEADING TO: conflict.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8590316797711798159-4964421309625351480?l=mayonakanocarboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mayonakanocarboy.blogspot.com/feeds/4964421309625351480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8590316797711798159&amp;postID=4964421309625351480' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8590316797711798159/posts/default/4964421309625351480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8590316797711798159/posts/default/4964421309625351480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mayonakanocarboy.blogspot.com/2008/11/mr-caddickish.html' title='Mr Caddickish'/><author><name>koresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15381355270223210137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1ASs-q6pUTI/S04qZZn5WzI/AAAAAAAAAGw/kaMXUVSoaWM/S220/omo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8590316797711798159.post-7219297160785361089</id><published>2008-11-20T15:32:00.005+03:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T16:18:18.870+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='literature kills'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dull days'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='english is not fun'/><title type='text'>Hold me hold me hold me nao</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;THURSDAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is quite a boring day.&lt;br /&gt;None of the subjects were special. None of the breaks were as special either. The evenings shall be no more than special either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got our English crucible 2nd lit essay result today and I got another C+ which is one bloody mark from a B. Andyne passed. Bwalya and Filza were sorta dissapointed because they didn't pass this time either. To make things worse Ms Andrews had to give &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;out &lt;/span&gt;and I mean &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;give out&lt;/span&gt; the results for the ppl who got an A- in their essays to us. She said we were to learn from them and that we CAN WRITE liek them as a form of motivation. I was sorta motivated I guess but srsly their standard is so implicit n stuff all i did was say YA *NOD*&lt;br /&gt;My writing looked like epic fail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But their papers are awesomely written anyway. WHO WOULD EVEN THUNK of putting 'pathetic fallacy' to describe a metaphor none other than Lavinia ADSGBFADJ i am still amazed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then after all going through them essays me n andin faced bwalya n filza. They were sorta down because of their marks. We were all sharing comments and reading each other's essays in agony. Suddenly bwalya started to talk abt what happened to Cvoro at mentoring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Bwal: did u kno wt happened to cvoro last time? she was falling off her seat *chuckles*&lt;br /&gt;me   : RLY HAHA&lt;br /&gt;Bwal: yeah she was liek this *does falling gesture with such a funny expression*&lt;br /&gt;4 of us: HAHAHAHAHAH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;then filza started talking abt wt happend at the school fair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;filz  : you guys did you see mr gray fall at the school fair&lt;br /&gt;me : lol no&lt;br /&gt;filz  :basically he was doing the sack race and after 2 jumps he fell on his chin and his shoe flew off.&lt;br /&gt;4 of us: ......*awk pause*&lt;br /&gt;4 of us: BWAHAHAHAHAHAHH HAHAHA&lt;/blockquote&gt;our laughing went so endless OUR RIBS HURT andin had stopped but i cudnt help it so i laughed n laughed along with bwalya and filza was in tears already&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;me : HAHAHAH I IMAGINED IT LIKE he's sack racing rite n his foot shud be in th sack so y did his shoe fly BWAAHAH&lt;br /&gt;filz : HAHAHAH IDK&lt;br /&gt;n we continued on laughing until ms andrews shushed the class in the end.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh the typical days in english. All that laughing washed our shame away.&lt;br /&gt;Side note: english is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;NOT&lt;/span&gt; fun&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8590316797711798159-7219297160785361089?l=mayonakanocarboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mayonakanocarboy.blogspot.com/feeds/7219297160785361089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8590316797711798159&amp;postID=7219297160785361089' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8590316797711798159/posts/default/7219297160785361089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8590316797711798159/posts/default/7219297160785361089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mayonakanocarboy.blogspot.com/2008/11/hold-me-hold-me-hold-me-nao.html' title='Hold me hold me hold me nao'/><author><name>koresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15381355270223210137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1ASs-q6pUTI/S04qZZn5WzI/AAAAAAAAAGw/kaMXUVSoaWM/S220/omo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8590316797711798159.post-1511542128978522206</id><published>2008-11-17T21:37:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T21:53:28.732+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Coming soon my arse</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/CJ8dXUtxY4A&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/CJ8dXUtxY4A&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="319"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;HURRY UP AND COME TO THE CINEMA NEAR ME D;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8590316797711798159-1511542128978522206?l=mayonakanocarboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mayonakanocarboy.blogspot.com/feeds/1511542128978522206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8590316797711798159&amp;postID=1511542128978522206' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8590316797711798159/posts/default/1511542128978522206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8590316797711798159/posts/default/1511542128978522206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mayonakanocarboy.blogspot.com/2008/11/coming-soon-my-arse.html' title='Coming soon my arse'/><author><name>koresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15381355270223210137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1ASs-q6pUTI/S04qZZn5WzI/AAAAAAAAAGw/kaMXUVSoaWM/S220/omo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8590316797711798159.post-7510918378513208950</id><published>2008-11-16T17:52:00.005+03:00</published><updated>2008-11-16T18:15:13.867+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='U'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='awsomeness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='after school'/><title type='text'>Akai ito</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;'Pa can I get webcam'&lt;br /&gt;'I thought we already have one'&lt;br /&gt;'That's Mr Bambang's old peninggalan'&lt;br /&gt;'It should be up here ...'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Mana ya?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;PA JUST BUY ME A NEW ONE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes school fair was awesome because I said &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'3 legged race'&lt;/span&gt; and I went on the inflatable slide that I had never been able to go on since I were a mere 13 or was it 14 year old? Year 9. And then there was balloon darting and song guessing and falling down on the grass. Then at night I had a wonderful dream where there were people and people were talking and swimming. ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BUT NOW I FEEL A SUDDEN COLD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It makes my lips go dry and so pale and lemes and I don't feel like eating. AT ALL. And I don't bother wearing my jumper yet because sometimes the weather gets warm again all of a sudden.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Putting that aside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After school sundays becomes so random without IA. It's either HOPE, homework club or cricket or something else. And today that something else was playing the drums. First I went with Lavinia and Nurli and we made a ruckus in the room and danced the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;hippie&lt;/span&gt; dance which Nurli laughed like hell at. Then Nasuha and Hanish came and we danced the hippie dance and then we BANGGEDUBRAKTOENGOTENG and at precisely 2 oklok we went out and there we saw yr 9 ppl come out of the sports hall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;OMG&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waiting at the security place became less boring today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8590316797711798159-7510918378513208950?l=mayonakanocarboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mayonakanocarboy.blogspot.com/feeds/7510918378513208950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8590316797711798159&amp;postID=7510918378513208950' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8590316797711798159/posts/default/7510918378513208950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8590316797711798159/posts/default/7510918378513208950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mayonakanocarboy.blogspot.com/2008/11/akai-ito.html' title='Akai ito'/><author><name>koresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15381355270223210137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1ASs-q6pUTI/S04qZZn5WzI/AAAAAAAAAGw/kaMXUVSoaWM/S220/omo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8590316797711798159.post-6067680036622511869</id><published>2008-11-12T22:38:00.005+03:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T22:49:20.663+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pictures galore'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='awsomeness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lyric addict'/><title type='text'>SOH CAH TOA</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Love forever, last forever! 온 내 맘 다해도 잡히지도 늦출 수 도 없는 널&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love forever, last forever! Even if I put in my whole heart, you are something I can’t catch or lose.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE THIS LYRIC EVEN THO ITS SORTA MUSHY&lt;br /&gt;Originated from my favorite SHINee song and sung by LEE JINKI 8D SHINee is awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K moving on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally found out how to enable comments :) Now you shall have two different options, cbox or comment but even though I have enabled commenting you must also use the cbox for good-for-nothing spam and gibberish and all of the sort. I'd really appreciate it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall now post pictures because I like pictures and I want to show off my awesome table-drawer-desk thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i126.photobucket.com/albums/p99/lady_kyouta/iPictures/onigirisan.png" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The onigiri Remi gave me and it was so good even though I ate it in less than 5 minutes. ISNT IT CUTE HAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i126.photobucket.com/albums/p99/lady_kyouta/iPictures/awesomeness.png" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my awesome table-drawer-desk. Amazed are you not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some random close-ups:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i126.photobucket.com/albums/p99/lady_kyouta/iPictures/closeup1.png" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img src="http://i126.photobucket.com/albums/p99/lady_kyouta/iPictures/closeup2.png" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i126.photobucket.com/albums/p99/lady_kyouta/iPictures/whosfeet.png" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess who's ugly foot this is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall now sleep before my ma goes bajalistic and evil on me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8590316797711798159-6067680036622511869?l=mayonakanocarboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mayonakanocarboy.blogspot.com/feeds/6067680036622511869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8590316797711798159&amp;postID=6067680036622511869' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8590316797711798159/posts/default/6067680036622511869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8590316797711798159/posts/default/6067680036622511869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mayonakanocarboy.blogspot.com/2008/11/soh-cah-toa.html' title='SOH CAH TOA'/><author><name>koresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15381355270223210137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1ASs-q6pUTI/S04qZZn5WzI/AAAAAAAAAGw/kaMXUVSoaWM/S220/omo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i126.photobucket.com/albums/p99/lady_kyouta/iPictures/th_onigirisan.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8590316797711798159.post-642107716883351964</id><published>2008-11-10T15:32:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T15:46:39.258+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dull days'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='awsomeness'/><title type='text'>Ichigo miruku</title><content type='html'>OH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got new drawers. They're wooden and green and so eye soothing to look at and makes my room so WIDE&lt;br /&gt;I can roll tumble run dance and kempo. I'll show you pictures when I bother to take pictures of them and also when I have my internet back. Yes internet. One consequence of this wonderful yet spacious gift from pa and ma is that I GET MY INTERNET CUT OFF and well &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;cania&lt;/span&gt; doesn't. Apparently her computer is the only thing that has access to internet. Apart from mobile phones of course but that doesn't count. This will mean me taking turns with cania and the rest of the family until wireless returns to live in our home. Which should be tomorrow. Or sometime this week :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll just have to play guitar for the time being. Or read. OMG READING&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Comments apparently don't work on this layout. Oh well. USE THE CBOX PPL until I find another decent layout which supports commenting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School was pretty dull today apart from &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'green'&lt;/span&gt; sightings and me being late to maths because of prefect duties.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no interesting stories to tell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry. -o-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8590316797711798159-642107716883351964?l=mayonakanocarboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mayonakanocarboy.blogspot.com/feeds/642107716883351964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8590316797711798159&amp;postID=642107716883351964' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8590316797711798159/posts/default/642107716883351964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8590316797711798159/posts/default/642107716883351964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mayonakanocarboy.blogspot.com/2008/11/ichigo-miruku.html' title='Ichigo miruku'/><author><name>koresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15381355270223210137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1ASs-q6pUTI/S04qZZn5WzI/AAAAAAAAAGw/kaMXUVSoaWM/S220/omo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8590316797711798159.post-2041061753094751463</id><published>2008-11-07T17:33:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T22:25:06.870+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='literature kills'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school blues'/><title type='text'>Epic fails</title><content type='html'>I feel so lazy HELEP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like an epic failure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The SBM thing was pretty dull the first day.. but I guess great fun too.. yet again I don't know. I liked the soto though. THE YELLOW SOTO. I hope tomorrow will be better. Most of the everyones were kemeja-fied today and I guess Dhia didn't have to tell them to do that because I wore a kemeja because she told me to and I shall wear it again. &lt;s&gt;LYK SKALIAN KOTOR&lt;/s&gt; nvm my mom sed to change.&lt;br /&gt;Might I add that Abah Rama is quite amusing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;English is making me feel depressed because of all the literature business i.e reading, analysing, writing.. I even forgot that I have art homework to do for sunday. And then there's that maths + physics test on the same day next week which is on thursday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need a free weekend ;(&lt;br /&gt;I want to watch HSM3, I want photoshoot, I want I want I want. kemeja item?&lt;br /&gt;I also want to eat those cardboarded cereals.&lt;br /&gt;Such things I want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sighs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But yet looking back at old QIS yearbooks makes epic failing worthwhile 8D Also I'm gonna revamp this blog soon so might you expect a change.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8590316797711798159-2041061753094751463?l=mayonakanocarboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mayonakanocarboy.blogspot.com/feeds/2041061753094751463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8590316797711798159&amp;postID=2041061753094751463' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8590316797711798159/posts/default/2041061753094751463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8590316797711798159/posts/default/2041061753094751463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mayonakanocarboy.blogspot.com/2008/11/epic-fails.html' title='Epic fails'/><author><name>koresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15381355270223210137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1ASs-q6pUTI/S04qZZn5WzI/AAAAAAAAAGw/kaMXUVSoaWM/S220/omo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8590316797711798159.post-8820766837522898773</id><published>2008-11-03T19:34:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T23:09:18.632+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pictures galore'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='literature kills'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='U'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='international award: silver'/><title type='text'>Cold heart baby, cold eyes baby</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I wonder if youre like any other, I wonder if youre different than the others&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This doesn't make any sense whatsoever. I'm trying to be poetic here &lt;s&gt;not&lt;/s&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SOsosoosososoooo school started this week with such agony that I cry at English and weep in ...Math (well not so much). The Crucible coursework due next week on sunday and essay test on thursday and JOHNELIZABETH paper thing for thursday... why did I take literature. MUST I PONDER?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sore wa oitoite (however you say it) I'd like move on to random IA pictures. This is to lessen the amount of words my blog will consist of and also to show off the blasted fun time we had. frsrs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Btw I have decided that I shall leave this layout be and leave comments unavailable because I want to see my cbox in good use. 8D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i126.photobucket.com/albums/p99/lady_kyouta/iPictures/ppl.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i126.photobucket.com/albums/p99/lady_kyouta/iPictures/hanisme.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img src="http://i126.photobucket.com/albums/p99/lady_kyouta/iPictures/medheandin.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i126.photobucket.com/albums/p99/lady_kyouta/iPictures/faiyah.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img src="http://i126.photobucket.com/albums/p99/lady_kyouta/iPictures/distance.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i126.photobucket.com/albums/p99/lady_kyouta/iPictures/unocards.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i126.photobucket.com/albums/p99/lady_kyouta/iPictures/hikdinmedhea.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i126.photobucket.com/albums/p99/lady_kyouta/iPictures/campsite.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i126.photobucket.com/albums/p99/lady_kyouta/iPictures/grouppic.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;.. and this is all I'm showing you :)&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/8590316797711798159-8820766837522898773?l=mayonakanocarboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mayonakanocarboy.blogspot.com/feeds/8820766837522898773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8590316797711798159&amp;postID=8820766837522898773' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8590316797711798159/posts/default/8820766837522898773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8590316797711798159/posts/default/8820766837522898773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mayonakanocarboy.blogspot.com/2008/11/cold-heart-baby-cold-eyes-baby.html' title='Cold heart baby, cold eyes baby'/><author><name>koresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15381355270223210137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1ASs-q6pUTI/S04qZZn5WzI/AAAAAAAAAGw/kaMXUVSoaWM/S220/omo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i126.photobucket.com/albums/p99/lady_kyouta/iPictures/th_ppl.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8590316797711798159.post-8526218371339374135</id><published>2008-11-01T17:51:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2008-11-01T23:09:31.634+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='awsomeness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='international award: silver'/><title type='text'>Because nuna is very pretty</title><content type='html'>International Award was AWESOEM because my mighty pen still worked and I got to stay in a 3 man tent wiz andin oenly. Twas a wonderful experience. I didn't want it to end. (well the walking can end but the camping shouldnt)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First day was kinda horrible because I just finished my E1L exam and whut, I FORGOT MY BELT.&lt;br /&gt;So ya I asked the E1L exam girls if they have a belt but none of them did. But then afterwards when I was finished changing I asked the asian men if they had a belt n turns out marc did. So i used his. And you kno after I brought it home I realised my ma has one similar to it. luls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We walked for approximately 12-13 hours if you total the amount of walking from thurs, fri n today. I always ended up in the front because I has awesome horse power. Dhea kept wanting to take breaks. Hani was slow. Hikmah was too fast. Andin slows down if she brings a tent. And hanis needs to warm up first before going extremely horse power. Lavinia n nasuha were at my pace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NYWAY&lt;br /&gt;I reached th campsite at 8 because the mosque was too freakin far. We sang random songs on the way e.g. This is me, row row row your boat, march on, welcem to th blek parade (well we ended up being the black parade.) We even sang 'rasa sayange' to make us forget the mighty weight we were lifting. 10kgs on your back is painful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our main dishes were noodles noodles noodles and water and &lt;s&gt;tuc&lt;/s&gt; crackers and NESCAFE. There were also wasted thai curry rices which smelt so bad. I tell you people, never bring thai food. NOR CURRY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So ya more walking the next day. We started walking from 8 but reached campsite at 2. Hanis's group (being the last to go) arrived first at 1 which is miraculous. All I can say about that walk was that WE HAD TO WALK THROUGH THIS LONG ENDLESS ROAD. AND WE ALMOST GOT LOST at a junction because of me (my bad.)&lt;br /&gt;I felt like wizard of oz's dorothy. was it dorothy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At night we had a mighty campfire and it was fun. we played 'charade' (andin says thts the name for those guessing movies, books games) and I was part of it (fortunately) and I had to act out one movie but twas so lame. DEEP BLUE SEA. Afterwards Ms Watkins had marshmallows and matar's and hussein's and areej's group were first because of their accomplishments but my group got the large amount of leftover marshmallows and feasted in front of the campfire. The other peoples were already at their tents at that time but we stayed behind. Dont say no to roasted fire marshmallows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We then went back to tents, ate, ngerumpi, played truth or truth and taltaltklatkla until we slept at 11. dhea n hanis's topic was mr ganteng, mine n andin's wer ppl and green bag and nasuha's was mr red shirt. The others had other topics. The yr 12 boys gave the girls side Uno cards which were never played. I took pictures of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had such a good sleep I ngilerd. I woke up at abt 5:30 and subuhed and at the far distance I could already see BOYS UNPITCHING THEIR TENTS. They has no life. Most of them were already awake too. I believe wanty's group was the first to walk back at about 7:45-ish. After breakfast of noodles and cereals we peed and packed and walked. we caught up with the 2 earlier guys groups in front of us. They are oh so slow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We ended up walking with them. Marc volunteered to bring our tent so there was less weight. I walked in front with Lavinia and Hikmah, talking about movies. loads of pictures were taken. The hussein guy ended up leaving his slow group behind and socialised with us. Dhea thought he was year 12. At checkpoint 2 he had to separate with us because he had to wait for his slow-blistered-group. Poor soul. TH FUNNY THING WAS THT INDRA'S NAME ON THE LIST OF PPL WAS INDIRA BWAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We reached school at 11:15 and it felt like as if we were HOME SRSLY and the AC was just too awesome. I am now SO BLACK that if you compare me and Cania's hand its like the stripes on a shirt *scream*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That ENDS MY IA entry 8D (this is just a brief summary of it though)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BTW My mighty pen is ALIVE WHEE and pictures shall be posted in the next post. Hopefully.&lt;br /&gt;No comments atm so bear.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8590316797711798159-8526218371339374135?l=mayonakanocarboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mayonakanocarboy.blogspot.com/feeds/8526218371339374135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8590316797711798159&amp;postID=8526218371339374135' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8590316797711798159/posts/default/8526218371339374135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8590316797711798159/posts/default/8526218371339374135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mayonakanocarboy.blogspot.com/2008/11/because-nuna-is-very-pretty.html' title='Because nuna is very pretty'/><author><name>koresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15381355270223210137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1ASs-q6pUTI/S04qZZn5WzI/AAAAAAAAAGw/kaMXUVSoaWM/S220/omo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8590316797711798159.post-304867113693913939</id><published>2008-10-27T21:47:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2008-11-16T18:37:46.960+03:00</updated><title type='text'>In a nutshell</title><content type='html'>I made this blog on this date. Grand Opening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Better post next time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8590316797711798159-304867113693913939?l=mayonakanocarboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mayonakanocarboy.blogspot.com/feeds/304867113693913939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8590316797711798159&amp;postID=304867113693913939' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8590316797711798159/posts/default/304867113693913939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8590316797711798159/posts/default/304867113693913939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mayonakanocarboy.blogspot.com/2008/10/bla.html' title='In a nutshell'/><author><name>koresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15381355270223210137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1ASs-q6pUTI/S04qZZn5WzI/AAAAAAAAAGw/kaMXUVSoaWM/S220/omo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
