<?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-8223820998307310989</id><updated>2012-02-15T23:47:26.068-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pink is the New BlacK</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wakingtheheartbeat.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8223820998307310989/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wakingtheheartbeat.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Amir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16689046389701078842</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>11</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8223820998307310989.post-7494857986105732780</id><published>2009-02-17T20:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T20:31:14.490-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Place For My Head</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;Shit. Why am i having amnesia. Cant really remember what happened the past few days. Ermm. *tick* *tock* *tick* *tock*. Lets start from yesterday. Ahha. Was really excited on Tuesday. Lectures were a breeze. Except a part of Maths. Something to do with the graphs. Gotta revise on my own and i can't fuckin' wait for tutorials. Then me, Rashid, Fadhil, Kamarul, Danial and some others went to the rock climbing "den" and joked around. Took out the electric guitars and played some tunes. Climbed the rock walls. Didn't know rock climbing was so hard. haha. Very fun too. As time passed by, an hour after noon approached. Izzati was already at the bus stop with the sleeping bag that i was gonna borrow for the Orientation Camp. So i went out and met her for awhile. Afterwards i went jamming. It was a fun jam haha. Didn't actually jam full songs. Halfway through songs either one of us would play wrongly or forget. Then we joked around alot. Soooo much fun. Ill post the vid once i get it from Kamarul. Then went to East Point with Fadhil to eat at Long John Silvers. My fuckin' meal costed me $11. Darn it. But it was worth it. LOL. Went home after that and blacked out. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new'; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;ZZZZZzzzzZZZZzzzZZZzZZZzZzzzzzZZZZzzzZZZZZZZZ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new'; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;Woke up. 7. Gonna have a very very small surprise party for my dad. His birthday was on Valentine's Day. But he was overseas on that day. So....Yea. Invited Adam over. Surprise. Cake. Present. Sent Adam home. Msn. Then my mum asked me to accompany her to watch a movie(DVD) "City Of God". Halfway through my mum slept -.-. Followed by my dad. I ended up watching the movie alone. Good movie though. I liked it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new'; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new'; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Too lazy to blog the rest of the days after Valentines. haha. Anyway who wants to hear and read about my boring shit life eh? ahha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new'; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new'; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Syn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new'; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new'; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new'; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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/8223820998307310989-7494857986105732780?l=wakingtheheartbeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wakingtheheartbeat.blogspot.com/feeds/7494857986105732780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wakingtheheartbeat.blogspot.com/2009/02/place-for-my-head.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8223820998307310989/posts/default/7494857986105732780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8223820998307310989/posts/default/7494857986105732780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wakingtheheartbeat.blogspot.com/2009/02/place-for-my-head.html' title='A Place For My Head'/><author><name>Amir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16689046389701078842</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8223820998307310989.post-7788430748048315307</id><published>2009-02-14T08:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T08:26:00.966-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bullet For My Valentine</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new'; font-weight: bold;"&gt;JC life has been great and the new friends are great too. Never actually regretted going JC. Today's Valentine's Day and I literally stayed at home the whole day. Haha. Did the usual at home. Those who know me well should know. Sigh. Nothing significant happened the past few days that was "blog worthy". So thats it &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new'; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new'; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Syn&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/8223820998307310989-7788430748048315307?l=wakingtheheartbeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wakingtheheartbeat.blogspot.com/feeds/7788430748048315307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wakingtheheartbeat.blogspot.com/2009/02/bullet-for-my-valentine.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8223820998307310989/posts/default/7788430748048315307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8223820998307310989/posts/default/7788430748048315307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wakingtheheartbeat.blogspot.com/2009/02/bullet-for-my-valentine.html' title='Bullet For My Valentine'/><author><name>Amir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16689046389701078842</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8223820998307310989.post-1825957712339477195</id><published>2009-02-11T05:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T23:36:14.057-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Trashed And Scattered</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" font-weight: bold;font-family:'courier new';"&gt;First lecture. Chemistry. Break from 9-12 o'clock. So what did we do?? Slack. LoL. All of us, Me, Kamarul, Danial, Rashid and Fadhil just slacked for the fucking 3 hours. Walked around the school. Ate chicken rice and it sucked alot. Well i was hungry. So i finished it. Never will i buy that chicken rice again. Nenek's Chicken Rice still rules all. Had GP lecture. Interesting. Then had to wait another 2 hrs for training. Made deals with Rashid and Fadhil(more like bets) which did not turn out like it was suppose to. LoL. Spent almost the whole of the 2 hrs waiting for them to proceed. Then came training.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" font-weight: bold;font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" font-weight: bold;font-family:'courier new';"&gt;Fitness Training. Had to run 6km. It wasn't that bad as expected. But it was fucking exhausting. Afterwards we had Strengthing training. 30 push ups. 30 crutches. 30 burpies. 30 cock pushups. lol joking. I do not know what it is called. You have to lie down body flat on the ground and bring ur chest above the ground. 30 jumping jacks. 30 jumps. And 30 half squats. All of the exercises we had to hold for like at least 5 seconds for each push up etc. Then went home and slacked.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" font-weight: bold;font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" font-weight: bold;font-family:'courier new';"&gt;Syn &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/8223820998307310989-1825957712339477195?l=wakingtheheartbeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wakingtheheartbeat.blogspot.com/feeds/1825957712339477195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wakingtheheartbeat.blogspot.com/2009/02/trashed-and-scattered.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8223820998307310989/posts/default/1825957712339477195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8223820998307310989/posts/default/1825957712339477195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wakingtheheartbeat.blogspot.com/2009/02/trashed-and-scattered.html' title='Trashed And Scattered'/><author><name>Amir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16689046389701078842</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8223820998307310989.post-7476203279673431368</id><published>2009-02-10T05:41:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T05:57:37.850-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Until The End</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;Nothing much happened the past few days. Probably just the usual. Lectures. Soccer. Eat. Hang out during free times in JC(not for long). Tomorrow's training gotta run 6km. Argh. Thought it was only for the Jc2s. Well guess not. And today we were officially introduced to our civics group. 09S25!! I think its gonna be a great class as the class was being so enthusiastic and all. Coincidentally me, Kamarul and Rashid are in the same class. During our free time i tried the crispy noodle from the "Sedap" stall. It was okay at first. As i ate more, the meal became very...erm..vomitable. LOL. Probably because I drank Milo before that? I do not know. Kamarul felt the same thing too. $1.90 down the drain just like that. Bought my first Graphic Calculator(hope it will be the last too). Costed $148. Haiz. Almost 10 times the price of the scientific calculator. Hope it will do my Maths good. Went home and guitared. Then took a short nap. Played some soccer with Amar. Waited. Watched "One Flew Over The Cuckoo's Nest" with my mum. Great movie. Though not recommended for the shallow minds. LOL. Supposed to do some studying today. But did not in the end. Sigh. I hope its not the end. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new'; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new'; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Syn&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/8223820998307310989-7476203279673431368?l=wakingtheheartbeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wakingtheheartbeat.blogspot.com/feeds/7476203279673431368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wakingtheheartbeat.blogspot.com/2009/02/until-end.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8223820998307310989/posts/default/7476203279673431368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8223820998307310989/posts/default/7476203279673431368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wakingtheheartbeat.blogspot.com/2009/02/until-end.html' title='Until The End'/><author><name>Amir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16689046389701078842</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8223820998307310989.post-819956157385970874</id><published>2009-02-07T16:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-07T17:15:30.089-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tired N' Lonely</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yesterday was the most sleepiest day so far in 2009. Cause the night before yesterday, me and my cousins went to watch The Curious Case of Benjamin Button at GV Grand. Show started 11.15. Ended and 2.15. So i reached home at 3 and went straight to the bed. The next morning had to woke up at 7 to watch a soccer match of TPJC against YJC. We were told by our coach to attend the match so that we could spot the weaknesses and strengths of the team(and also support our seniors). TPJC won 3-1. I was so sleepy during the whole match. Almost slept a few times but did my best to stay awake. Afterwards i went home to eat lunch as i was so damn hungry. Then mummy and i went to the Nike sale to get my new soccer boots. Met my cousins there. Had to queue awhile before we could get in as they were controlling the crowd. Went straight to get my boots. My uncle helped me to choose the right one and apparently he chose the right one and it was so damn comfortable. Went to pay for the stuff and went straight home. Took a 1.5 hr nap. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new'; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new'; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Woke and played guitar for awhile. Slacked. Walked around the house. Kicked ball at the balcony. Ate a burger. As time passed by, and then came nightfall. Had to go to Tampines IKEA to get a part of a present for a surprise birthday party for my grandmother. I went with Kak Ifah. Stupid things happened which i shall not mention here. Reached the condo at around 10.20. Walked by the playground and saw adam playing with some older boys. At that time. Yeap. 10.20. People still at the playground. Then Marissa appeared out of the blues and asked me whether i wanted to join them. I would. But i was too sleepy. Had such a loooooooooonnnnnnnnnnnngggggggg day charged only by 4rs of sleep(plus 1.5 hrs in the afternoon). So i headed home. Online. Facebook. Bathe. Snacks. Online. TV. Sleeeppp. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new'; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new'; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Next morning. Woke up. And blogged this thing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new'; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new'; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Syn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new'; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new'; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/8223820998307310989-819956157385970874?l=wakingtheheartbeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wakingtheheartbeat.blogspot.com/feeds/819956157385970874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wakingtheheartbeat.blogspot.com/2009/02/tired-n-lonely.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8223820998307310989/posts/default/819956157385970874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8223820998307310989/posts/default/819956157385970874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wakingtheheartbeat.blogspot.com/2009/02/tired-n-lonely.html' title='Tired N&apos; Lonely'/><author><name>Amir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16689046389701078842</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8223820998307310989.post-4913370164105174608</id><published>2009-02-06T05:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-06T05:50:10.655-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Unbound The Wild Ride</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Today was a great day. First Podolsing(lol) brought a soccer ball for us to play during our free time. So after our PE lecture, we joined the PE lessons of the JC2s to play badminton. Afterwards we went on to play soccer on the field. Played shooting and crossing. Then others came including 2 JC2s. Played on the hockey court. Haha did not play too well cause i was saving energy for the soccer trials in the afternoon. After that was chemistry lecture. Wasn't that boring. Gotta revise everything during the weekends. Physics, Chemistry and Maths. Went on to friday prayers after that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new'; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new'; font-weight: bold;"&gt;CCA trials day. Went for the guitar test first. They had to test those with guitar background. My OGL Mabel brought me to the test room and gave me some encouragement. Walked inside. Two guitars were in the room. They asked me to sit down and filled in a form. Picked up the guitar and asked me to play on the e string some plucking technique which i knew how to do but didn't know what was the name of the technique&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new'; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tester: Play the ----- technique like this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new'; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Amir: Ermmmm. My theory is not that good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new'; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tester: Okay play it like this (showed me)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new'; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Amir: Oh OK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new'; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Then went on with hearing skills. Asked me which note was higher pitched. Played 2 notes. And i answered correctly. The rhythm testing was quite lame. Asked me to follow the rhythm of the clapping. Not the strumming of the guitar. So i clapped at what they clapped-.-. The test finished and went on to the soccer trials.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new'; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new'; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Walking to the field, one guy approched me and asked if i was going for the trials. Asked to go together as he saw me at the Soccer booth. Started with 2.4km. Just paced through the whole thing so i won't be too tired. Then went on with some basic training. We were separated into 6 groups. Then i partnered Sam(a guy in my group) and did some passing, heading, air passing and one touch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new'; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Afterwards, we went on in our groups and played monkey. Then we played 2v2/3v3 possession game(the objective is just to retain possession with your team). Then the coach had the first elimination session. Phew luckily i wasn;t eliminated. Matthew was eliminated. Felt sorry for him. And others too. Then went on to a 7v7 game. Lazy to explain the rules. Our team won both matches. Then they eliminated 2 more. Went on to shooting. Only scored one-.- Luckily that was not part of elimination. Coach debriefed and i got into the CCA!! Haha. Kinda happy. Guessed im not going to join guitar ensemble. Well thats it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new'; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new'; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Syn&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/8223820998307310989-4913370164105174608?l=wakingtheheartbeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wakingtheheartbeat.blogspot.com/feeds/4913370164105174608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wakingtheheartbeat.blogspot.com/2009/02/unbound-wild-ride.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8223820998307310989/posts/default/4913370164105174608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8223820998307310989/posts/default/4913370164105174608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wakingtheheartbeat.blogspot.com/2009/02/unbound-wild-ride.html' title='Unbound The Wild Ride'/><author><name>Amir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16689046389701078842</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8223820998307310989.post-7173121935248193704</id><published>2009-02-05T05:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T05:43:06.503-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Almost Easy</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new'; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Today after school Yu En and me went to the Nike sale at expo. Stuff was cheap. Damn cheap. Bought shin pads and long socks for tomorrow's soccer trials. Bought a Total 90 soccer ball too only for $15. After that went home and slacked. I hope i could get through tomorrows soccer trials. Hope i wont be off-form. And i hope the sun would not sap me dry. Start of trials...Run 2.4!!!! wtf. That would surely affect my performance afterwards. Lazy to blog right now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new'; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new'; font-weight: bold; "&gt;Syn &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new'; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new'; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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/8223820998307310989-7173121935248193704?l=wakingtheheartbeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wakingtheheartbeat.blogspot.com/feeds/7173121935248193704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wakingtheheartbeat.blogspot.com/2009/02/almost-easy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8223820998307310989/posts/default/7173121935248193704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8223820998307310989/posts/default/7173121935248193704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wakingtheheartbeat.blogspot.com/2009/02/almost-easy.html' title='Almost Easy'/><author><name>Amir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16689046389701078842</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8223820998307310989.post-1877342704463007523</id><published>2009-02-03T06:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T06:59:10.128-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Friend Of Misery</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new'; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bloody internet connection. Called starhub and said they would fix it and after 30mins it would be done. Turned on the modem. Homepage works. Nice. Tried Google next. Did not work. Youtube. Nope. Facebook!!! Nope. Ultimate Guitar. NO NO NO! Darn it. Fortunately other websites are working perfectly. But those websites above are the ones that could not work and I surf those sites EVERY SINGLE FDAY(this is not a typo). I hope my father calls Starhub again tomorrow get it fixed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new'; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new'; font-weight: bold;"&gt;As for school, it is kinda great actually. Come to think of it, I'm quite happy being posted to TPJC. The school song was kinda funny. The composition of the song was quite sloppy and there were alot of missing notes that could have made the song more complete. But one part of the song was so epic. TO ME. It had that avenged-sevenfoldish kind of tune to it. Im dead serious. My OG(orientation group) is no. 11. Haha first day first hour first guy i sat beside with and i made a friend. When the principal asked to copy down some stuff and i didn't have foolscap, Shaun, the guy beside me automatically gave me one lol. Surprised. He is a drummer and he too wants to go for soccer as a CCA. Coincidence. Others in the group were okay. There is this guy Isaac who is very very talkative. Funny guy. He is like a walking comedian without him realising it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new'; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new'; font-weight: bold;"&gt;After school today headed to Tampines Mall with Marcus, Matthew and Yu En. Our intention&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;was to extend our EZ-Link's student fare validity. LOL it was so simple. Went to the Add Value Machine(the one that needed NETs to top up) and we just placed our cards on the scanner. 3...2...1.. VALIDITY EXTENDED!!! haha. Did not have to talk to someone behind a glass window with a small mike attached to a hole on the window. But before that we had lunch at Macs. After that I accompanied Yu En to Meridian JC to appeal. Apparently he had some problems and the staff at the general office did not treat him well and talked to him as if he wanted Yu En to piss off. Yu En also did not bring his Mother Tongue O level results slip(his is separate as he took the earlier exam). The staff insisted that he bring it tomorrow or he will not accept the appeal. I think. That made Yu En more pissed. Then Yu En went for the soccer trial and i went home. Yu En called me to come back but i was too lazy though i encouraged him a bit. 1 hour later Yu En smsed that he did not get through the trials as only after the end of the trial they told him that nobody appealed out of the school and hence there was not any spaces left in the school. I knew there was something bad about the school the moment I first stepped foot into it. Well that was my day. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new'; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Syn&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/8223820998307310989-1877342704463007523?l=wakingtheheartbeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wakingtheheartbeat.blogspot.com/feeds/1877342704463007523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wakingtheheartbeat.blogspot.com/2009/02/my-friend-of-misery.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8223820998307310989/posts/default/1877342704463007523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8223820998307310989/posts/default/1877342704463007523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wakingtheheartbeat.blogspot.com/2009/02/my-friend-of-misery.html' title='My Friend Of Misery'/><author><name>Amir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16689046389701078842</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8223820998307310989.post-5427506313349409064</id><published>2009-02-01T04:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T05:17:47.242-08:00</updated><title type='text'>But Its Better If You Do</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Today I had a haircut after madrasah. Kak Ifah and Fathul followed me to East Point to get it. Sri Nada. Alot of my hair was gone. How i wish JCs did not have any rules on haircuts. Promised myself that i wasn't gonna cut my hair for the next 2-3 months. Yea, I hope so. And today at madrasah Ustaz was quite pissed at those who didn't pay the fees. Of course he did not scold us or anything. He just said it in a good way. Ya'll cousins should know what I mean. I brought my cap and bandana just incase my haircut did not turn out too good. Well I was right and it saved my journey home. Mummy and Ayah was happy with the haircut. Even Amar. Sigh. Attempted to learn the song Girl I Know by Avenged Sevenfold as requested by Izzati. But was lazy to finish learning. Besides, I still have 5 songs to learn for the next jamming session.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new'; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new'; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Into the Mouth Of Hell We March-Trivium&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new'; font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Kids Aren't Alright-The Offspring&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new'; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Letterbomb-Green Day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new'; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jesus Of Suburbia-Green Day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new'; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Blood and Flames-Roadrunner United&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new'; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new'; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yeap, those 5 songs. Trivium is quite hard though. Haha. Went rollerblading with Amar. Had nothing to do at home. Saw a few malays in the condo. I don't know whether they were just looking or already bought the 1st floor apartment just beside the clubhouse. They were taking a look inside. Haha, newcomers. Went home and slacked all the way. Nowadays there are alot of mosquitos in my house. One night i could get bitten like at least 5 times or more. Shit mann. Hope I don't get dengue. Tomorrow is the first day in Junior College. Hope it would be great. And my hair sucks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new'; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new'; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Syn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new'; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new'; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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/8223820998307310989-5427506313349409064?l=wakingtheheartbeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wakingtheheartbeat.blogspot.com/feeds/5427506313349409064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wakingtheheartbeat.blogspot.com/2009/02/but-its-better-if-you-do.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8223820998307310989/posts/default/5427506313349409064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8223820998307310989/posts/default/5427506313349409064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wakingtheheartbeat.blogspot.com/2009/02/but-its-better-if-you-do.html' title='But Its Better If You Do'/><author><name>Amir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16689046389701078842</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8223820998307310989.post-3896609871147145607</id><published>2009-01-31T05:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-31T06:20:13.041-08:00</updated><title type='text'>As Daylight Dies</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" font-weight: bold;font-family:'courier new';"&gt;Today seemed a bit boring. Decided to stay home instead of following my parents to some hotel since i did not have the mood. Guess i made an effing mistake. Should have listened to mummy, ayah and Izzati. Darn it. While waiting for my parents to leave, Danial and Alysa came over to check on Dan's laptop. Apparently he asked me to repair his laptop. 354 problems according to Spybot. He doesn't look like a perv though. I felt bad when they came over as i didn't offer them any drinks or anything. They left shortly. Then my parents left then Danial came again. Started gaming on my computer. My bro and him planned to go swimming at 4. So i slept and they kept dragging the timing to 5.30. I couldn't even sleep. They kept pestering me to play F.E.A.R for them. I do not know why. Then Adam and Kieran came. More noise. No not Adam and Kieran. Amar made more noise. Couldn't sleep. Woke up and "scolded" Amar and co. for making so much noise. LOL. Then went back to sleep again. Woke up and found out everyone left for swimming. I joined them at the upper deck and only swam 6 laps. WTF. Only 6 laps. Spent the rest of the time watching Amar and co. play "zombie". Haha. Went back home at 7 and my parents were already home. So i should have followed them. I only slept and swam 6 laps. Argh, wasted. Totally wasted my time today. JC starts in 2 days. Posted to Tampines JC. Hope I could get in the soccer team&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" font-weight: bold;font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" font-weight: bold;font-family:'courier new';"&gt;Syn&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/8223820998307310989-3896609871147145607?l=wakingtheheartbeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wakingtheheartbeat.blogspot.com/feeds/3896609871147145607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wakingtheheartbeat.blogspot.com/2009/01/today-seemed-bit-boring.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8223820998307310989/posts/default/3896609871147145607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8223820998307310989/posts/default/3896609871147145607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wakingtheheartbeat.blogspot.com/2009/01/today-seemed-bit-boring.html' title='As Daylight Dies'/><author><name>Amir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16689046389701078842</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8223820998307310989.post-7885077588289466799</id><published>2009-01-31T05:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-31T05:44:42.320-08:00</updated><title type='text'>PITNB</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;FIRST BLOG. NEW BLOG&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Nothing to say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;YET&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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/8223820998307310989-7885077588289466799?l=wakingtheheartbeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wakingtheheartbeat.blogspot.com/feeds/7885077588289466799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wakingtheheartbeat.blogspot.com/2009/01/pitnb.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8223820998307310989/posts/default/7885077588289466799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8223820998307310989/posts/default/7885077588289466799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wakingtheheartbeat.blogspot.com/2009/01/pitnb.html' title='PITNB'/><author><name>Amir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16689046389701078842</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
