<?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-9899091</id><updated>2011-04-21T17:05:44.356-07:00</updated><title type='text'>bob</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://go-balistic.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9899091/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://go-balistic.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Shahirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07904794818824124356</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>26</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9899091.post-112202240998225325</id><published>2005-07-22T01:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-22T01:53:29.986-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i moved aaaagain</title><content type='html'>i moved again.. haha. its go-balistic.blogspot.com&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9899091-112202240998225325?l=go-balistic.blogspot.com' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9899091.post-112052484353142590</id><published>2005-07-04T17:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-04T17:54:03.536-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i dont really know whats going on now. its either you tell me or you dont. youth day was a bummer cause there were some tickets but that counter lady didnt wanna sell it to us.. wtf. haha.. it was ok ah. got a new wallet. =)&lt;br /&gt;jin is beside me now and probably bored cause i'm using the computer. a maths is boring. dylan is laughing infront of me. and then he suddenly stops. haha. strange pple.&lt;br /&gt;yesterday when he called me up in the morning and i wasnt wearing my contacts. then i sat on the staircase and a freaking stray cat came and jumpped on my lap. i screamed my lungs out. haha. that was strange.&lt;br /&gt;anyway, the band members, can you suggest a place for an outing.. haha.. been to pasir ris all this while. haha.. see yer!=)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9899091-112052484353142590?l=go-balistic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://go-balistic.blogspot.com/feeds/112052484353142590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9899091&amp;postID=112052484353142590' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9899091/posts/default/112052484353142590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9899091/posts/default/112052484353142590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://go-balistic.blogspot.com/2005/07/i-dont-really-know-whats-going-on-now.html' 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haha.. sounds corney.&lt;br /&gt;i do care. stop acting like u dont. wooooooo. i wanna sleep.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9899091-112031698737474134?l=go-balistic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://go-balistic.blogspot.com/feeds/112031698737474134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9899091&amp;postID=112031698737474134' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9899091/posts/default/112031698737474134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9899091/posts/default/112031698737474134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://go-balistic.blogspot.com/2005/07/its-second-of-july.html' title='its the second of july'/><author><name>Shahirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07904794818824124356</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-9899091.post-111993592025568574</id><published>2005-06-27T21:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-27T22:18:40.260-07:00</updated><title type='text'>school's nuts</title><content type='html'>its the second day of school and it reeks. haha.. i realiesed yesterday that i hardly did any of my work and have been using all my time i have trying to finish and thank god i'm almost done.. haha.. yesterday i woke up "late" and got my dad to fetch me.. =)  lovely day. until.&lt;br /&gt;assembly wasnt bad. until ong li li came and told me off cause i dyed my hair a long time before the holidays even started. now alot of pple think that i dyed my hair again(which i didnt) cause all my normal hair is growing out and there are millions of different shades. argh! shizit!&lt;br /&gt;ok, so should i dye my hair brown[which would make it really dry] or use black hair spray? ah crap this shit. i dont like lithium ong. freaks me out.&lt;br /&gt;had band after school. did my homework and then went to the ava room. some of the sec fours came. mr lim wasnt coming and so we were suppposed to have sectionals. it ws pure havoc when the sec ones and other classes finished their class at about 330. everyone started rushing in the ava room. jovin was really really mad. but i admire her in a way. she tries really hard to get the band to do stuff. cool.&lt;br /&gt;after band there was alot of pple who were disappointed and sad. esp. somethings went wrong. and then the hitler thing got more complicated and mrs yap talked to the pple frm that group for a really loooong time. and they called fit down too.&lt;br /&gt;i'm tired. i wanna eat. haha.. hopefully later can eat at kfc. those budget meals. that delicious two piece chicken meal thats only 3.95! wooooo.&lt;br /&gt;i hate dying my hair two times. urgh.. ong li li li li! i wish you could straighten your hair.. hahha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ps: i'm sorry..]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[pps: its to someone whose NOT ong li li li]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9899091-111993592025568574?l=go-balistic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://go-balistic.blogspot.com/feeds/111993592025568574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9899091&amp;postID=111993592025568574' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9899091/posts/default/111993592025568574'/><link rel='self' 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spores than usual.&lt;br /&gt;he came out in the newspaper. woooo.. hahaha.. discrimanate only ah alfred? hahahahaha..&lt;br /&gt;like i ever talked to alfred.&lt;br /&gt;he calls himself tone deaf.. haha.. my brother is now getting flirty messages on friendster and he hates it. haha.. loverboy~&lt;br /&gt;iday iday iday!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9899091-111927326787137211?l=go-balistic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://go-balistic.blogspot.com/feeds/111927326787137211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9899091&amp;postID=111927326787137211' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9899091/posts/default/111927326787137211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9899091/posts/default/111927326787137211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://go-balistic.blogspot.com/2005/06/bob-bob-bob.html' title='bob bob bob'/><author><name>Shahirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07904794818824124356</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-9899091.post-111910808528447785</id><published>2005-06-18T07:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-18T08:21:25.290-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Camp Tetra 2</title><content type='html'>the camp is really over now. it was real tough and i got injured and sick on the first day due to drills and had to sleep in the ava room which was freakin cold. haha. what the hell. and so i woke up early cause i couldnt stop shivering and went to shower while everyone were sleeping. the leg was a real bummer though. crap ankles.&lt;br /&gt;on the second day, we went to pulau ubin. i joined up with group one instead of mine with joseph, rebeck, charles, fit, and some other pple cause of the ankle. i actually walked around the whole island of pulau ubin in 4 hours or more. i'm never gonna go there ever again. seriously.&lt;br /&gt;we saw a chinese cemetry and some other creepy stuffs. i dont really like it there.. haha.. i got around 3 blisters on each side due to all the walking and the next day my leg was totally crampt up. thank god i didnt miss the drills. haha.. and the days past by quickly and it was really momentus. it really changed the whole band and brought it to a whole new level. thanks to mr lim and mr chakrit.&lt;br /&gt;had the passing out parade today and i woke up with a high fever and sore throat. i was thinking wht the fuck. all the effort would be wasted if i couldnt perform. i took loads and loads of panadol and some other fever medicine. haha.. the fever subsided and so i went to school at 830. the whole day made me feel seriously horrible and happy at the same time. i'm glad i didnt miss it cause i met all my seniors and alumni at the concert after the parade like badak, farhan and i thought pei yun was there when she's arriving at 940pm today. freaky deaky.. haha..i only cried once which is a great improvement from recent events such as syf. hehe.. adila made me cry and i dont know why. and then it was amina. hahah.. strangee. kamalele nangis gile babi and badak still could kacau her. soo evil! took loads and loads of photos. haha.. probably will see it on the band blog soon. weee!&lt;br /&gt;buffalo was really sweet during the camp. esp when i was sick. take advantage je eh? haha.. when i felt weak cause i kept vomitting, they carried me to the second floor in a strecher and then had to carry me down again cause the room was locked. hahaha..=)  and i wanna thank all the alumni from regent and bedok north for being the most caring pple. and i loove you amina and adilah and ching yee! never lose each other k? haha.. jiwangnye~&lt;br /&gt;they said the formation wasnt bad and the star at the last part was really niceee! hahah.. ye sah! ok.. i should tutup my mulut. hehehe..&lt;br /&gt;i'm still sick and so i shall sleep and sleep and sleep. i really love yooou boy gerek! hehe.. =) nitey nite and sleepy tite.&lt;br /&gt;i wanna eat kfc.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9899091-111910808528447785?l=go-balistic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://go-balistic.blogspot.com/feeds/111910808528447785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9899091&amp;postID=111910808528447785' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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subject on the face of this planet. especially when you get mrs ong li li as your maths AND a maths teacher. it seriously couldnt get worse. ok it could be. we could be in the calssroom going through 2 questions in 2 hours. thats what we did on monday. it was homoside going to class. thank god for technology. shes on the other side of the lab so its relieving. haha..&lt;br /&gt;in 10 minutes, i will be gone for lunch with the band pple. ok gtg. they're going now. see ya!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9899091-111759680711255292?l=go-balistic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://go-balistic.blogspot.com/feeds/111759680711255292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9899091&amp;postID=111759680711255292' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9899091-111751182369336549?l=go-balistic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://go-balistic.blogspot.com/feeds/111751182369336549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9899091&amp;postID=111751182369336549' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9899091/posts/default/111751182369336549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9899091/posts/default/111751182369336549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://go-balistic.blogspot.com/2005/05/something-else.html' title='something else'/><author><name>Shahirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07904794818824124356</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-9899091.post-111751176944112611</id><published>2005-05-30T20:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-30T20:56:09.443-07:00</updated><title type='text'>still waiting.</title><content type='html'>i'm in my freakin classroom alone using the internet cause i need to wait for the usuals to go to parkway. i think i finished class at around 11? and they finish at 12 so here i am typing boredom. and you all are reading it.. haha..&lt;br /&gt;i went to school with him today... heeee.. i was so damn nervous at first and i was a little late.. hehe.. i arrived at my class at 820 but there was no one there so i went to find them and i think around 10 minutes later, i found my class at the chem lab. best part was that it was written on the board and i didnt even see it.. haha. retarded.&lt;br /&gt;he waved but i didnt see that.. ='(  but at least i got to see him today.. hehe..&lt;br /&gt;chem wasnt bad today and i sat with daryl. fun cause he talks crap all the time. haha.. the things he said are the most stupidest stuff ever and so i laugh until sakit perut.. hahaha.. and the experiment we did was kinda cool cause we could use the stupid chemicals and add them all together. my class was really fortunate today as nothing i did ended up exploding or breaking. re hong broke alot of stuff. and she had to pay for it.. hahaha.. and c.h. was standing like a supermodel.. hehe..&lt;br /&gt;i think they're finishing soon so i think this shit ends here. thank you for tuning in. until next time~ wooooo~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bob bob bob bob bob bob bob bob bob bob bob bob bob bob bob bob bob bob bob bob bob&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9899091-111751176944112611?l=go-balistic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://go-balistic.blogspot.com/feeds/111751176944112611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9899091&amp;postID=111751176944112611' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9899091/posts/default/111751176944112611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9899091/posts/default/111751176944112611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://go-balistic.blogspot.com/2005/05/still-waiting.html' title='still waiting.'/><author><name>Shahirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07904794818824124356</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-9899091.post-111745819348314877</id><published>2005-05-29T06:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-30T20:46:24.920-07:00</updated><title type='text'>holiwoliday</title><content type='html'>went to the monsters of rock gig. it was great. crazy. cold. niiice.. hehe..yakamashii was as good as i heard it was. the lead guitarist was seriously good. damn if only i can play like that.. haha.. i like to dream. i wanted to go back around 8 plus but my mother was so the bising and then had to go back at around 7 i think. he bodysurfed in the crowd. haha.. cool..and i think he was.. hehe.. dont wanna say.. ate at long john and it was really quiet but the food was goood. especially with the cheese. yum.i'm going nuts. i like him alot alot alot.. heeee..crazy day. i liiked it. hehe.. cant wait to see him tmr. =]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9899091-111745819348314877?l=go-balistic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://go-balistic.blogspot.com/feeds/111745819348314877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9899091&amp;postID=111745819348314877' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9899091/posts/default/111745819348314877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9899091/posts/default/111745819348314877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://go-balistic.blogspot.com/2005/05/holiwoliday.html' title='holiwoliday'/><author><name>Shahirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07904794818824124356</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-9899091.post-111630727932467772</id><published>2005-05-16T22:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-16T22:21:19.326-07:00</updated><title type='text'>....BOO!!</title><content type='html'>i am currently in the computer lab supposedly typing out a letter about singapore to my penpal in india. haha.. mr lau's teaching. damn its boring.&lt;br /&gt;slept really late last night.&lt;br /&gt;woke up at 5 plus.&lt;br /&gt;sat in my bed for 20 minutes before i could get up.&lt;br /&gt;Drank coke after i showered and left for school.&lt;br /&gt;got my maths paper back and i only got 52.&lt;br /&gt;i am so dead.&lt;br /&gt;i got 46 for malay. urgh.&lt;br /&gt;my parents are gonna freak when they see  my results.&lt;br /&gt;i'm in deep shit.&lt;br /&gt;haha.. what the hell.&lt;br /&gt;cause they arent gonna see my teachers until next week.&lt;br /&gt;oh crap. its NEXT WEEK!&lt;br /&gt;thats soon..whoa.&lt;br /&gt;the rest of my result are shitified but i studied so hard =(&lt;br /&gt;life is unfair. buts its alright. cause theres some sunshine.. haha.. thats so corny. i'm so corny.. haha.. woooo~&lt;br /&gt;gtg now. the bells gonna ring soon.. haha.. see yer!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9899091-111630727932467772?l=go-balistic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://go-balistic.blogspot.com/feeds/111630727932467772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='html'>one more thing.. hehe.. at mc d's just now, one woman ordered a "&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;oreo mc&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;fluffy&lt;/span&gt;".. my face almost exploded and i was crying.. hahaha.. crap, wht happened to normality?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9899091-111608730131083373?l=go-balistic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://go-balistic.blogspot.com/feeds/111608730131083373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9899091&amp;postID=111608730131083373' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9899091/posts/default/111608730131083373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9899091/posts/default/111608730131083373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://go-balistic.blogspot.com/2005/05/another-thing.html' title='another thing'/><author><name>Shahirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07904794818824124356</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-9899091.post-111608535080763653</id><published>2005-05-14T08:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-14T08:42:30.813-07:00</updated><title type='text'>what a day.</title><content type='html'>wanted to go to sleep just now but i drank a large coke not long ago and i cant seem to close my eyes O.O&lt;br /&gt;yesterday was really fun cause i didnt go to school and then went to watch a movie with samantha and her friend. i got really dressed up so id look older than i am so that the person selling the tickets wouldnt ask for my id as we all wanted to watch house of wax. its nc16. what the hell.. haha.. the grudge is probably a million times scarier than this shit so why is it nc16. dont i lk old enough? sheesh.. haha..&lt;br /&gt;today was a really messy day. talked and talked with jeff(my brother) till quite late last night and then i woke up at 6 plus to get ready for band which would start at 8. met ashiekha at 750 and then we walked to school. haha.. after band ended at 1, something really not gd happened and i went kinda nuts. haha.. only one person knows about that.. everthings cool now and i'm so glad cause my eyes are swollen and sticky =) haha.. ewww. u would dread to see me now! boooo! =O&lt;br /&gt;just checked my friendster account and shit i'm in trouble.. haha.. i have this friend named hani and we used to kacau her in primary school(but main2 aje la..)and referred her name to honey.. met her on the bus that time after so many years and then i thought that the person who messaged me was her so i kacau(ed) her again.. and then i just realised that the person who i sent the message to was a 18 year old guy that i dont even noe..haha.. i am so screwed. and he called me honey back.. oh shitishitshitshit.. haha..&lt;br /&gt;my eyes are really hurting now and its all red.. i think i got sore eyes or something. i hope not later my brother wake up and think i'm some hantu cause i lk so pale.. hehe.. nite nite =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9899091-111608535080763653?l=go-balistic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://go-balistic.blogspot.com/feeds/111608535080763653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9899091&amp;postID=111608535080763653' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9899091/posts/default/111608535080763653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9899091/posts/default/111608535080763653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://go-balistic.blogspot.com/2005/05/what-day.html' title='what a day.'/><author><name>Shahirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07904794818824124356</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-9899091.post-111590677863512151</id><published>2005-05-12T05:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-12T07:06:18.646-07:00</updated><title type='text'>unstressed..hehe..</title><content type='html'>okay. today is the greatest day ever!! the mid years are over. had the e maths paper today and i found it do-able. haha.. its the first time that this has ever happened to me ever since i entered bnss. haha.. a miracle. yum =)&lt;br /&gt;after the maths paper we had a break until 11 something and i followed the usuals to the commerce room cause they thought they were having their listening compre there.. haha.. in the end, 3b and 3e were in the same class as me (at 3f) but, i'm so lucky that they made that mistake cause the sec 4 guys were playing soccer and i got to see him play! =) i luv the way he runs.. heehee.. it was just the thing i needed to brighten up the day. alot of them fell and all of us watching them were shouting and cheering and other stuffs that i dont think i usually do. am i becoming normal? haha.. apparently.. =p&lt;br /&gt;so after the listening compre, had to decide whether to go with khidhir, sheik and ali to cycle from east coast beach all the way to changi(gosh!) or go cycling at pasir ris beach with sarah and nurul and some other peeps.. in the end, i went to pasir ris beach.. i'm so sorry.. but i just had to choose one and i wanted to relax ya know? hope u guys understand..&lt;br /&gt;anyway, had a great time at pp beach. we rented bikes at 5 dollars *so expensive!!* and nurul and sarah got the double bike. it was so funny seeing them try to cycle it.. haha.. they kept falling down and i couldnt stop laughing. then sarah wanted to hold on to this fence but it was full of those big red ants.. haha.. cycled and cycled and laughed and i changed bikes with nurul so i sat infront of sarah.. had a tough time trying to cycle and we even fell when sarah was tired and she stood up while cycling and in the end, we kinda fell hard.. haha.. pathetico..&lt;br /&gt;after cycling at around 5, the rest left and me, sarah &amp; nurul went to eat at kfc. nurul blanje(d) me.. so nice.. haha.. the chicken was delish and i finished the drink super fast cause i was so thirsty..&lt;br /&gt;i'm listening to 'all i want for christmas is you'.. and its barely near hari raye.. haha.. but its just this absolutely nice song that i've been singing in the toilet for years.. haha.. beware! =P (ever since you sent me msgs with those faces in it, ive been typing them.. hehe..) and i feel like dancing cause i previously heard 'car wash' and wooo i wanna dance dance dance! hehe.. and ouuu i feel like going out.. haha.. going to watch house of wax. i hope its scary cause if it isnt then wats the point.. i like watching scary movies *hint hint*&lt;br /&gt;okay. i'm exhausted and i actually danced. haha. bob is loco! haha.. okay, i should stop scaring you.. haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont like poodles..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9899091-111590677863512151?l=go-balistic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9899091.post-111501218600499463</id><published>2005-05-01T22:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-01T22:36:26.006-07:00</updated><title type='text'>may day shits</title><content type='html'>woke up at 7am&lt;br /&gt;ate breakfast&lt;br /&gt;went swimming at eight&lt;br /&gt;showered&lt;br /&gt;studied my a maths&lt;br /&gt;using the internet&lt;br /&gt;tuition starts at 2.&lt;br /&gt;ends at 5.&lt;br /&gt;i'm hungry and my mum's still cooking.&lt;br /&gt;haha.. lovely day.&lt;br /&gt;anyway, on saturday, it was speechday and i was kinda happy cause i got to see someone and it was nice. then my day got spoilt cause someone kept insulting me. (hint. maybe thats why i'm not messaging or answering your calls.) but it was alright after a while cause i forgot all about it. after the concert in the hall, all of us went to the ava room to have a 'party' for the sc 4s cause its their last dat *cries*.. it was a sad occasion but i didnt cry cause there was entertainment in the ava room after we sang lotsa songs. as usual, hafidz and fitri were making all of us laugh.. haha.. and so fell in and bersurai(d) and got our band shirts. mine was seriously tiny and oh gosh, it cant be changed.. haha.. i am so dead.&lt;br /&gt;at around 8, i went to the bbq and met abby, simmy and samantha. it was really fun.. we took photos and ate and ate and talked and ran and ate and drank and poured water on my head. haha.. will continue soon. gtg. *mmuuah!*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9899091-111501218600499463?l=go-balistic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://go-balistic.blogspot.com/feeds/111501218600499463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9899091&amp;postID=111501218600499463' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9899091/posts/default/111501218600499463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9899091/posts/default/111501218600499463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://go-balistic.blogspot.com/2005/05/may-day-shits.html' title='may day shits'/><author><name>Shahirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07904794818824124356</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-9899091.post-111357512199741773</id><published>2005-04-15T07:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-15T07:25:22.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>boo! haha.. i'm so damn tired and im still using the freakin net. listening to tangle up in me my skye sweetnam. such a fabulous song. and if you havent heard take me out by franz ferdinand, listen! its so damn nice. and under the gun by the killers. ok i should stop with the songs.&lt;br /&gt;anyways, today i was really tired at school once again. i just closed my eyes a wee bit during a maths and before i knew it, i dozed off for an hour and woke up 5 minutes into physics. today was just a sleepy day. wasnt bad during malay cause it was kinda fun. i think. didnt bring my karangan bk so i just told my teacher that it was in my class. i went up and then had to stop at kamalina's class to try to figure out what she was signing to me. finally, i figured out that she said that she would message me at 12pm but she didnt.. haha. what the hell.. then yuting who currently lost her wallet, bought a new one recently. then you know what happened? she found her old one. haha.. thats so wasted. thinking of buying her old wallet but its 30 bucks, so i think i think about it. so probably i wont buy it. need to pay for the section shirt.&lt;br /&gt;after school, walked around with ashiekha and kamalina for a bit and then we went to meet shiqah at her class cause we were supposedly going to the computer lab to use the net. then in the end, the lab was full so me, ashiekha and nurul went back while kamalele and shiq stayed back. after i went home i was planning to sleep which i did for a while but then i had a sudden craving to skate.. haha.. there was this weird lady trying to exercise by walking up and down the pathway real slow.. i'd rather run but i wouldnt cause i'd probably fall asleep doing that.. haha..&lt;br /&gt;now its 1020pm so i'm probably gonna gets some sleep. shit i'm tired. and someone just called me and told me that his brother is getting pizza. thanks for makin me hungry. but not to worry people of onceihearanythingthathastodowithigethungry-land, my neighbour is having a bbq and i'll just grab some stuff and then i'll sleep.. haha.. gd nite darlings!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*i love you*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9899091-111357512199741773?l=go-balistic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://go-balistic.blogspot.com/feeds/111357512199741773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9899091&amp;postID=111357512199741773' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9899091/posts/default/111357512199741773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9899091/posts/default/111357512199741773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://go-balistic.blogspot.com/2005/04/boo-haha.html' title=''/><author><name>Shahirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07904794818824124356</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-9899091.post-111340112860911416</id><published>2005-04-13T05:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-13T07:05:28.610-07:00</updated><title type='text'>band no. 71, bedok north symphonic band: .... Gold.</title><content type='html'>oh shiti shit. today was the best day ever. seriously. shit. i love you all!&lt;br /&gt;the day started off as usual. went to school at 715 and my phone was overflowing with gd luck and all the best messages[thanks!]. then met the usuals. at 725 we had to go back to our classes and then sang the national anthem, pledge blah blah. on the way to class, all the band members had to go to the ava room for warm ups and light practice. mr lim was so handsome today! haha.. he was dressed in a SUIT. haha.. so we had it until around 9 when we had to get ready and all of that. boarded the bus and warmed up some more inside it.&lt;br /&gt;at about 10 plus, we reached singapore conference hall and there were so many bands there already.. then i saw this flutist taking out his cigarette and lighting it up.. haha. so weird. mala(lalalala!) thought it was cool.. haha. ok.&lt;br /&gt;there were many funny kinda uniforms at the hall. really weird ones that looked like choir uniforms and one really nice band uniform that looked all business-(wo)manny and stuff, its really cool.. haha..&lt;br /&gt;1045: we went to the tuning room and there was this really huge mirror. usually i like those big reflectors but i looked like crap. haha. who cares. anyway, we tuned and all and before we knew it, it was closer to the performance than we expected. all of us proceeded to the place right outside the side door that led to the hall. there was a band, possibly pasir ris sec, playing overture jubiloso.. everyone was singing along.. haha. twenty minutes later, we were going into the hall. my legs were totally numb and shaking like hell but i tried to hide it.. haha.. we played and i screwed up so many times.. thought for sure that we could get bronze.&lt;br /&gt;we went out and for some reason i couldn't stop smiling.. we put our instruments on the first floor and then we went to the hall to sit down and to watch the last 2 bands play before they were to announce the results. then we had to sit behind the RI guys. some of them were kinda snobby.. they went like " are there any more GOLD bands playing anot?" what the hell man snobby idiots. haha..&lt;br /&gt;we met all the judges after the last band played and they were really weird. they waved like no one has ever waved before.. haaha..&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i'm tired so lets cut to the chase. BEDOK NORTH SECONDARY SCHOOL got a GOLD. for SYF. GOLd. raffles got gold with honours but no one cares cause i love my band so much i swear i could die for all of them! i LOve you!!!&lt;br /&gt;to all the band members of bnss, thanks for all the good times and the bad ones too. thanks to all the seniors for guiding and helping us throughout. thanks for the friendship, the nagging and the crappiosity which obviously has been passed on to the present generation. a special thanks to the alumni, fitri, yong lin and pei yun. even though you guys do not have to come, you still do sacrificing your time and effort to help the band reach a higher level. and you have.&lt;br /&gt;and a really really really special thank you to Mr Lim for going through all the ups and downs with the band for all these years and not losing hope. you stayed with us during the night to practice and for all the camps we've had so far. you really helped us even though we werent that good players last time, and now, look what we've become. thanks. =)&lt;br /&gt;and for all those ppl who thought we couldnt do it and that band sucked, we did it and we got a freakin gold. shit. i still cant believe it.&lt;br /&gt;i love you pple.. good night  and see you all in band tomorrow morning to play the anthem. haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shahirah Price&lt;br /&gt;Bnss Symphonic band.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9899091-111340112860911416?l=go-balistic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://go-balistic.blogspot.com/feeds/111340112860911416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9899091&amp;postID=111340112860911416' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9899091/posts/default/111340112860911416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9899091/posts/default/111340112860911416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://go-balistic.blogspot.com/2005/04/band-no-71-bedok-north-symphonic-band.html' title='band no. 71, bedok north symphonic band: .... Gold.'/><author><name>Shahirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07904794818824124356</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-9899091.post-111243544479010420</id><published>2005-04-02T01:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-04-02T01:50:44.793-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>my dad got his driving license! haha.. so now i will have a ride in the morning instead of waking up at 5 just to get ready for school. =)&lt;br /&gt;anyway, life has been quite a drag most of the time. guys are getting weirder by the day. he doesn't message me and then he tells my brother that i never message him.. what the? haha.. i thought that the guy is supposed to message instead of the girl? that is so weird.. maybe cause he's never had a girl.. haha.. okay okay. i'm mean.. but if you're reading this, message me!! haha.. sound so desperatic.&lt;br /&gt;i'm getting more weird too.. i did something funny to my hair, just cause i needed to change something about me, and everyone went 'taking advantage ah!'.. if you'd seen me, you'll know what changed. and the funny thing is that my parents are sooo freakin blind not to notice. and my brother too.. haha..&lt;br /&gt;i've been having lots and lots of moodswings. i get pissed off easily.. i don't know about now but just hope it doesn't take effect on my friends and family or something.&lt;br /&gt;today we had band. maintenance day. had drills with fitri and shira.. when shira called me, digambar and de hong to stand in front of the squad to the basic drills, i was freakin shivering.. haha.. then it rained, which was good cause probably thats why we only had drills for around half an hour.&lt;br /&gt;we had sectionals and stuff till about 1115 but shu lin didn't give the euphoes any lunch break before the combine started at 1130. but i was going half day so it didn't matter anyway. went for warm-ups cause i had to fall in the sec ones at 12 so i took my mouthpiece only and joined the rest.. haha.. felt to damn stupid. as always.&lt;br /&gt;so the rest of the day went unperfectly normal. i'd probably bore you to death. i wanna go out but there isn't anyone who can, and i'm not even allowed to.&lt;br /&gt;well, i'll end here. i'm bad with endings. so. see yer! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*should i go for the auditions this monday? haha.. i'll probably just drive the auditioners to the brink of insanity.. haha. don't be suprised. even though i look matured i am very extremely immature on the inside*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*k fiine. i dont look at all matured. i skip in school with my friends. haha.. *&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*i looove you*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9899091-111243544479010420?l=go-balistic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://go-balistic.blogspot.com/feeds/111243544479010420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9899091&amp;postID=111243544479010420' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9899091/posts/default/111243544479010420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9899091/posts/default/111243544479010420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://go-balistic.blogspot.com/2005/04/my-dad-got-his-driving-license-haha.html' title=''/><author><name>Shahirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07904794818824124356</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-9899091.post-111237219128322036</id><published>2005-04-01T08:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-04-01T08:16:31.283-08:00</updated><title type='text'>sappy, but oh god.</title><content type='html'>True Love Means...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A girl and a guy were speeding over 100mph on a deserted road on a motorcycle. Girl: Slow down, we're going too fast. I'm scared! And I don't want anything to happen.Guy: Come on, don't worry. I know what I'm doing. Your having fun right?Girl: NO...please stop. I'm really scaredGuy: Then tell me you love me.Girl: I LOVE YOU! Now please slow down.Guy: Give me a hug.*Girl hugs him*Guy: Can you help me out here? Will you take me Helmet off of me and put it on you? It's bugging me.In the paper the next day: A motorcycle has crashed into a building break failure. Two people found, but only one survived.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Truth is: That halfway down the road the guy realized that his breaks broke, but he didn't want the girl to know. Instead, he had her say she loved him and felt her hug him for one last time. Then had her wear him helmet so she would live, even though it meant that he would die.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9899091-111237219128322036?l=go-balistic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://go-balistic.blogspot.com/feeds/111237219128322036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9899091&amp;postID=111237219128322036' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9899091/posts/default/111237219128322036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9899091/posts/default/111237219128322036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://go-balistic.blogspot.com/2005/04/sappy-but-oh-god.html' title='sappy, but oh god.'/><author><name>Shahirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07904794818824124356</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-9899091.post-110994900057666928</id><published>2005-03-04T07:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-04T07:10:00.576-08:00</updated><title type='text'>not alone?</title><content type='html'>helu! and no i'm not depressed, suicidal, or suffering in silence. i just like the template =)&lt;br /&gt;actually, i'm kinda happified. haha.. got a message yesterday from you-know-who[voldermort? haha.. lame shahirah.]. uuuh...&lt;br /&gt;i put back my tagboard so just keep tagging it. i'll update tomorrow and make a blog to put up all the photos. its 11 and my mum's driving me to the brink of insanity getting me to go to bed. blargh.&lt;br /&gt;but here's to all those who are crazy for emily. its an electic guitar. really whoa. haha.. just click. see yer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v63/funkydunkyrock/Emily-the-Strange-sm.jpg"&gt;http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v63/funkydunkyrock/Emily-the-Strange-sm.jpg&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9899091-110994900057666928?l=go-balistic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://go-balistic.blogspot.com/feeds/110994900057666928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9899091&amp;postID=110994900057666928' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9899091/posts/default/110994900057666928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9899091/posts/default/110994900057666928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://go-balistic.blogspot.com/2005/03/not-alone.html' title='not alone?'/><author><name>Shahirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07904794818824124356</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-9899091.post-110950674008122369</id><published>2005-02-27T04:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-27T04:19:32.346-08:00</updated><title type='text'>changed?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;couldn't get up today cause i slept late yesterday. had to study till 10pm cause my mum got pissed off when i'm grounded and i went shopping with abby. haha.. but thank god she didnt take y phone away so everythings just fine.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;yesterday had to rush around bugis shopping and managed to grab some stuff. emily shirt, cool dangli earings for 5 dollars, another one for 3, a black tanktop with weird stuff on it and emily badges that i havent found a place to put them on. i hate badges but since its emily, i love it. so weiird! haha. took a taxi home and changed my clothes before i entered the house. my mum went nuts and said that i went out with some guy[which i obviously don't have yet she insists that i do] and asked my to study blah blah. haha.. so screwed..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;so had tuition until around 2 but was kinda dreaming throughout. haha.. then at 4 i went to pasir ris to make the ezlink card and took a really long bus ride home. i think about 45 mins, eating mnms, reading a magazine and almost dancing to this song; black betty. its real good.. mmm =) its a good day.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;got home and took photos with taufik! the poster ah.. haha.. ya i know, lame. haha.. and saw someones photo on ma dads phone.. my brother's friend.. like him so much and i don't know why[i'm not referring to my brother ah..]. the other day i was coming back from band and we walked past each other and my heart was thumping so fast. haha.. like a story? but really. to me he's whoa! haha.. cant stop smiling =)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;tomorrows the o results and the parents don't usually come but my parents want to go with my bro. he's real pissed. haha.. for some reason, parents just love to make our lives a nightmare sometimes.gd luck!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;*short hair aint that bad anymore =)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;[ninkampooop!]&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9899091-110950674008122369?l=go-balistic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://go-balistic.blogspot.com/feeds/110950674008122369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9899091&amp;postID=110950674008122369' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9899091/posts/default/110950674008122369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9899091/posts/default/110950674008122369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://go-balistic.blogspot.com/2005/02/changed.html' title='changed?'/><author><name>Shahirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07904794818824124356</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-9899091.post-110943075942092230</id><published>2005-02-26T07:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-26T07:12:39.423-08:00</updated><title type='text'>funny days</title><content type='html'>went to bugis with abby just now but i'm actually grounded. haha.. went shopping and got lotsa cool stuff.. annnndd, i got an emily the strange blouse wooo! k i'm tired. enjoy the lyrics cause i love this song sooo much and it's been stuck in my head all day and singin it to everyone around me.. haha.. sorrie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;em&gt;[Skye sweetnam]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;[get tangled up in me]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You wanna know more, more, more about me&lt;br /&gt;I'm the girl who's kickin' the coke machine&lt;br /&gt;I'm the one that's honkin' at you cause I left late again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, hey&lt;br /&gt;Can't you see I want you&lt;br /&gt;By the way I push you away&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, don't judge me tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;By the way I'm actin' today&lt;br /&gt;Mix the words up with the actions&lt;br /&gt;Do it all for your reaction, yeah&lt;br /&gt;Hey, hey, get tangled up in me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You wanna know more, more, more, about me&lt;br /&gt;Gotta know reverse psychology&lt;br /&gt;I'm the reason why you can't get to sleep&lt;br /&gt;I'm the girl you never get just quite what you see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, hey&lt;br /&gt;Can't you see I want you&lt;br /&gt;By the way I push you away&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, don't judge me tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;By the way I'm actin' today&lt;br /&gt;Mix the words up with the actions&lt;br /&gt;Do it all for your reaction, yeah&lt;br /&gt;Hey, hey, get tangled up in me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You think that you know me&lt;br /&gt;(Tangled up in)&lt;br /&gt;You think that I'm only&lt;br /&gt;(Tangled up in me)&lt;br /&gt;When everything I do is only to get tangled up in you&lt;br /&gt;You wanna know more, more, more, about me&lt;br /&gt;I'm the girl that's sweepin' you off your feet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, hey&lt;br /&gt;Can't you see I want you&lt;br /&gt;By the way I push you away&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, don't judge me tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;By the way I'm actin' today&lt;br /&gt;Mix the words up with the actions&lt;br /&gt;Do it all for your reaction, yeah&lt;br /&gt;Hey, hey, get tangled up in me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9899091-110943075942092230?l=go-balistic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://go-balistic.blogspot.com/feeds/110943075942092230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9899091&amp;postID=110943075942092230' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9899091/posts/default/110943075942092230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9899091/posts/default/110943075942092230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://go-balistic.blogspot.com/2005/02/funny-days.html' title='funny days'/><author><name>Shahirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07904794818824124356</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-9899091.post-110872988504103546</id><published>2005-02-18T04:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-18T04:31:25.043-08:00</updated><title type='text'>my hair is short short short!</title><content type='html'>yesterday i went with sarah and nurul to cut my hair. they wanted to cut theirs as well. i cut my own hair again the day before and it was really thick at the bottom so i wanted to layer it. at the bus stop waiting for 87 we were all being childish and kicking the rain water at each other[it finally rained after a week! weeee!] except for nurul cause she was somewhat trying to be mature. boo hoo. you missed the fun nulul!  haha.. and then we noticed that this lady had somewater and grass on her ass. crap. haha.. wanted to let her know but she looked too happy to spoil her day. she got in a taxi so i guess its fine and won't be humiliated in any way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and it was hafidz's birthday!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wooooo ooooooo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and so we did see him at the bus stop. he also laughed when nulul told him about the grassie skirt. oh gosh.. haha. when we reached the place it was real  nice and modern. the hairdressers were 2 malay gals. their hair was really nice. i asked her to layer my hair and she noticed that i cut my hair on my own and laughed. *how cruel =/ * haha.. but at least i cut it straight.&lt;br /&gt;10 minutes later, vA Va vOoM! my hair was super short!!!! haha.. then i became depressed cause i don't like having somewhat close to boy hair. oh god. i felt like chopping off my head. blahhhh! when i got home i became more comfortable with my hair but when i woke up this morning oh crap. my hair sucked. really sucked. you should see it. i felt like wearing a wig. haha..&lt;br /&gt;amina was cruel. she said that my hair looked worse than hers cause we all call her mushroom[muoku].&lt;br /&gt;arnina went 'what the hell did you do to your hair?' or something like that.&lt;br /&gt;everyones else's reaction in my school and at the interchange were basically 'are you so depressed and feel like commiting suicide that you chopped off your hair?!' cause that was how their faces look.&lt;br /&gt;joal went: you look so tomboy!&lt;br /&gt;ali went: your hair sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha. what the hell. tomorrows hopefully gonna get better and i got clips at bedok just now and i feel like a girl again! weee!&lt;br /&gt;and whoever is reading this, when you ask me what i did to my hair, smile when you say it cause i need positivity ppl!  haha..&lt;br /&gt;my mum hasn't seen it and she's gonna freak when she sees it. wowowowowow!&lt;br /&gt;fitri and yong lin and mr lim is gonna laugh and freak at the same time as well.&lt;br /&gt;=) heres to hoping that my hair will turn out alright and i'll feel like a girl... wiiiiiiiii!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9899091-110872988504103546?l=go-balistic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://go-balistic.blogspot.com/feeds/110872988504103546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9899091&amp;postID=110872988504103546' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9899091/posts/default/110872988504103546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9899091/posts/default/110872988504103546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://go-balistic.blogspot.com/2005/02/my-hair-is-short-short-short.html' title='my hair is short short short!'/><author><name>Shahirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07904794818824124356</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-9899091.post-110795115728137036</id><published>2005-02-09T03:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-09T04:12:37.280-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>helu!&lt;br /&gt;guess who's back?&lt;br /&gt;back again.&lt;br /&gt;sp's back.&lt;br /&gt;tell a friend.&lt;br /&gt;haha.. pathetic as ever. and i'm getting lazier by the day.&lt;br /&gt;uuuuuh i'm so happy. since last night. i've been so happy! hap hap happy! and crazie as well! my face went all red like a volcano yesterday at city hall! haha.. and i left nina in the train when i thought that she was gonna go out to amina and kamal(ina)! haha. oh gosh i'm nuts! well, i'm not the only one. hear this. stopping at tampines interchange, we were all gonna get off the bus when ina couldn't find her wallet. the rest of us got off the bus except for amina and ina and then the bus went off without them alighting! haha.. me and nina were laughing and laughing and laughing! haha..&lt;br /&gt;ashiekha's been crazie as ever with her lame jokes and her scary laughter. haha. crappay!&lt;br /&gt;amina's been moody but its really amusing.&lt;br /&gt;shiq's been shining her teeth.. haha. sorry hop!&lt;br /&gt;sarah's hair is weird and retro. but i like it.&lt;br /&gt;nurul's at melacca with her family and grandpa.&lt;br /&gt;ina cut her hair bob style!&lt;br /&gt;and i chopped of my hair as well! now i look like some idiot with bobby hair.. haha.. one night i couldn't stand my hair no more so i just took a big pair of scissors and chopped it off. haha. uuuuuUUuuuu! but i'm still happy!!! and if you don't like it, i don't care. but i do look stupid. so call the police la.. weeee...&lt;br /&gt;i got an hong bau or whatever  you chinessse ppl call it[that sounds so racist! haha..] which contains eight dollarsss! haha, isn't much but i still can get lotsa chocolates. i love chocolates. especially white ones! *hint hint* haha.. but if no one gets  me anything, its COMPLETELY ALRIGHT. haha.. just jokin..&lt;br /&gt;and i love my band! especially when we marched together that day.. felt so united.. we are! UUUUUhhhh.. weeeeeeeeeeee! and if you look down on my band or think that its lame or something, you can kiss ma white ass. haha. toodles poodles!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate poodles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they freak me out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;especially when abby, simran and i were collecting donations for the cleaners. one freakin poodle came running out of this house yapping and running like it had rabies or something. simran and me ran so fast.. haha. can't believe abby's so brave!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[pssst! don't forget the white chocolates on monday! and remember that theres no such thing as too mucho! haha.. jk.. see yer! =* love you! not you la.. it you. yeah you! the perasan one! yuuu huuu! haha... *smoooch*! i love mirrors! ;* ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9899091-110795115728137036?l=go-balistic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://go-balistic.blogspot.com/feeds/110795115728137036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9899091&amp;postID=110795115728137036' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9899091/posts/default/110795115728137036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9899091/posts/default/110795115728137036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://go-balistic.blogspot.com/2005/02/helu-guess-whos-back-back-again.html' title=''/><author><name>Shahirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07904794818824124356</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-9899091.post-110499809508093116</id><published>2005-01-05T23:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-05T23:54:55.080-08:00</updated><title type='text'>fatty days</title><content type='html'>am in school right now using the computer in the class. ashiekha is with me. its now 4 and we had been pasting band posters all around the school. kamalina, shiqah, nurul and izzat also helped. shiq is in charge.&lt;br /&gt;actually was really sick the day before yesterday and went to the doctor. got an mc but went to school anyways. gonna be boring at home. so yeah, yesterday wasn't bad. actually quite fun ah. especially during band. lotsa fun. danced like an indian.. i bet they would be insulted if they saw me.. haha. jin got scolding during english class just now cause she was telling me bout this real scary jap horror film. the english teacher, miss kwek didnt come.. haha. then after that mr chan came in. he bangs. he's so nice. can use the handphone in class. khidir said that it was his twin brother that posed 'innocent' in his handphone. haha.. sure. so yeah. can't take to long. ashiekha's waiting. amina and sin yee are having sectionals now. maybe gonna join them or just go back. just saw someone pass by!!&lt;br /&gt;and if you haven't seen fitri sec 4, he did a moehog hairstyle.. haha.. looks a bit weird ah. but he's gonna cut it all tmr. wasted ah.. haha..&lt;br /&gt;well i gotta go now.. see yer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;[ha ha happy!]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9899091-110499809508093116?l=go-balistic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://go-balistic.blogspot.com/feeds/110499809508093116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9899091&amp;postID=110499809508093116' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9899091/posts/default/110499809508093116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9899091/posts/default/110499809508093116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://go-balistic.blogspot.com/2005/01/fatty-days.html' title='fatty days'/><author><name>Shahirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07904794818824124356</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-9899091.post-110467696793414312</id><published>2005-01-02T03:01:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-02T06:42:47.936-08:00</updated><title type='text'>|[new beginnings]|</title><content type='html'>hey! happy new year.&lt;br /&gt;in 11 and a half hours, school starts. isn't that fab? i thought so. only half of my homework has been completed. just hope the new maths and english teachers don't remember to collect it. probably pigs would fly by then. new year's was a blast. went swimming with samantha and then went down to mcdonalds to get ice cream and fries. after that we went to abby's house at around 1130 for the countdown. we screamed our heads off and then went to samantha's house and took lotsa photos. i think i'm becoming addicted to it.&lt;br /&gt;slept at around 4am and was awoken by kellabelle's call. she asked to watch the phantom of the opera at plaza singpura. so i went down to bedok mrt at 2.30 and kell arrived five minutes later. shira came 15 mins later. haha.. thats real early. oh well, didn't matter. we went to douby ghaut or however you spell it and met june at mcdonalds who was occupying a whole table getting drunk on coke. we all walked to the cinema and wanted to buy tickets. great stuff happened. the show was at 618 and it was only 330. we decided to go to lido to try to catch the movie. we were too late. so we're going on tuesday and maybe i'm calling the usuals.&lt;br /&gt;we then walked over to far east plaza to have lunch. stopped over at mango and saw some really nice pants. all the stuff is on sale! weeee.. didn't get anything as i was short on cash. crap.theres always another day. yeah, like thats gonna happen.&lt;br /&gt;ate at some cheap thai restaurant. ate sambal kangkong which is my favourite[if we're going for lunch you'll know what to get next time.. haha] and hot and spicy hot plate beancurd. was really nice except for the rice which was more like rock. there was a whole chunk of rice that couldn't be seperated. gross.&lt;br /&gt;after that we all went to the toilet. shira had to leave for her saxophone tuition with mr L[her tutor of course]. he plays so well!!!! omg. its so romantic, the way he plays. i hope my future boyf can play the saxophone &lt;em&gt;well&lt;/em&gt; or maybe a drummer would do. uuuh.. i like drummers. haha...&lt;br /&gt;all alone at home now. its really freaky. noises creeping me out.  i'm a wuss. band after school tmr. gonna watch oceans 11 now. see yer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9899091-110467696793414312?l=go-balistic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://go-balistic.blogspot.com/feeds/110467696793414312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9899091&amp;postID=110467696793414312' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9899091/posts/default/110467696793414312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9899091/posts/default/110467696793414312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://go-balistic.blogspot.com/2005/01/new-beginnings_02.html' title='|[new beginnings]|'/><author><name>Shahirah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07904794818824124356</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>
